Despite the early morning hitches in her routine, Jennifer was able to make it to her first class just seconds before the first bell dressed in her complete cheer uniform. She sat next to her oldest friend and fellow cheerleader Susan Jacobs and discussed the usual schoolgirl topics, such as exams, cute people, and fashion tips. Eventually the conversation turned around to discuss the reasons Jennifer was late that morning.
“You know, the usual,” Jennifer shrugged, “had to run around the house looking for my shit that I scattered everywhere after getting a little wild last night. It didn’t help that that dweeb we pantsed the other week rang me up and wasted my time.”
“Oh jeez,” Susan rolled her eyes, “What’d that ginger freakazoid want? More importantly, how’d he get your number?”
“Maybe I should squeeze that out of him next time I see him,” Jenny supposed, “That’s a damn good point. He said he was gonna place a curse on me that turns me into a busty superhero or whatever. I think he mentioned Transform or Dare, but he’s just delusional if he believes urban legends like that.”
“Oh no way,” Susan laughed, “That old local hogwash? What’d he think was gonna happen? That you’d actually get cursed with actual for real life magic? That’s just-” Susan was snapped out of her rambling when she heard the sound of spandex snapping onto someone’s body. Her jaw went slack the second she caught a glimpse of her friend.
Jennifer was dressed from the neck down in a tight latex catsuit colored blue and pink, pink latex gloves, and pink latex boots. Jennifer’s hair also seemed a bit thicker and flowy-er somehow. On top of that, her boobs each looked as big as her head and her booty was certainly packing some extra junk in the trunk. Both girls we staring dumbfounded at the transformed cheer captain, as was the rest of the class.
“Dude, what,” Jennifer gasped, “The curse was real?”
“Miss Smith,” the teacher, Mr Hastings, spoke up, “Is everything alright?”
“Umm… yeah,” Jennifer said cautiously, “except… may I be excused! I… I think I have to go do superhero things real quick.”
“You may be excused,” Mr Hastings answered, trying to stay calm. Jennifer hastily scurried out of the room and bolted down the hall until she was out the building.
“Alright, Perkins,” Jennifer seethed under her breath, “Really inconvenient time for me to turn into a superhero. Okay, lay it on me, who am I fighting today?”