Needless to say, cheerleading was the farthest thing from Miles's mind at the moment. Not when he apparently had a crazy mother who he was trying to magically turn him and his best friend into girls! That's what Miles didn't understand. He was clearly becoming his grandmother Nellie back when she was a teenage girl in the 1950s, but who was Victor turning into?
Meanwhile, Victor was trying his best to bite his tongue, as he didn't want anything to do with Jennifer Smith. She was acting very cordial and sweet towards him and Miles right *now*, but Victor had heard of Jennifer's reputation for capriciousness and cruelty. Just last month, Victor recalled Cassidy Bingham running away crying from the cheerleaders who were practicing on the school field after Jennifer had humiliated Cassidy in front of dozens of her peers. Victor didn't have any interest in climbing the mean girl popularity ladder. Jennifer was Littlefinger from Game of Thrones, just a far sexier and less Irish version of the character.
He was about to say “Thanks but no thanks, I'll take a hard pass” to Jennifer's offer as the busty blonde's deep blue eyes seemingly bored through to his soul, but the words couldn't escape from Victor's mouth. Like a puppet, something was controlling his actions, forcing the muscles in his throat and mouth sound out the words “Yes...I...would...love...to...join..up!” instead.
“Great!” said Jennifer. “The sign up sheet is right by Ms. Welles's office!”
Emily Welles was the head cheerleading coach.
“And you, Nellie?” she asked, faking a sweet, sugary voice.
“I...I guess?” said Miles, giving into the peer pressure brought on by Molly's magic.
“That's just wonderful. I really think we're going to have a great team with you two on it. You're both gorgeous, and after what happened with Adam, you know how to stick up for yourselves.”
“T-thanks?” stuttered Miles.
“And modest too” Jennifer joked. “Anyway, see both of you after school!” said the blonde as she slowly began to jog away from Miles and Victor to rejoin her own clique.
Miles would have sighed in futility, but since he was jogging he was a lot more focused on efficiently regulating his intake of oxygen. Sighing seemed like a waste of breath.
“Something was controlling my words” said Victor. “I was about to tell Jennifer to piss off, but then it was like...like some force just took over me.”
Miles wanted to tell Victor about his theory concerning the dream he had last night, but he decided it might be better over lunch, which was in fifteen minutes anyway.
“I'm so sorry you're going through this, dude. You don't deserve this. I feel like I dragged you into something that was only meant for me.”
As Miles was talking, his arms were constantly itching his chest through his sport jersey. He didn't realize it, but he was growing breasts.
As Victor jogged along with Miles, his chest began to itch as well, and by the time Mr. Levinson blew his whistle to call for the end of today's class, both boys had mammaries that were bouncing around all over the place.
Option 1: Miles and Victor get changed back into their regular clothes(Or at least what the spell had turned them into), and sign up for cheerleading practice after school before heading to lunch.
Option 2: During lunch, Miles gets the idea to call his twelve year old sister Hannah while she's on her own lunch break. She has a cell phone. Maybe she can help!