Karl could feel the warm silky liquid washing over his naked body. It sculpted itself to his body. He felt a weird electric sensation as Chad's consciousness hovered and skirted his own mind. The living wash solidified into fabric tailor made to fit Karl. It skirted his muscles, cradled his cock and balls, hugged his buttcheeks, and more. The whole "fitting" was so sensual. Karl felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction as he became fully clothed, and Chad stopped changing.
"Oh, yeah, Chad, this - you feel great on me! I bet I loo- fuck, I'm wearing a male cheerleader costume!" Karl 's ecstatic expression fell as he looked down at his new wardrobe.
It's not a costume, it's your uniform. I interfaced with the school computer while connected to internet. I rearranged your schedule, and all the school records. You are now the head cheerleader. Boy will Lacey be passed. You should get going, practice is in half an hour. Don't worry, I downloaded all the routines, and thanks to our mental link, you know them all too.
"Fuck, Chad, I don't want to be a cheerleader. Why? Uh, how, what did you do to my memory?"
Karl balked as he realized that Chad had also uploaded memories of Bruno strutting around in his Speedo or naked making passes at Chad. "You expect me to hookup with that swimfag!" Karl blurted out.
There's something clichéd but perfect about a star athlete dating the head cheerleader, thought Chad.
Karl was horrified to found himself agreeing, and not only accepting, but looking forward to cheerleading and becoming Bruno's steady.
Wait wearing Chad wasn't suppose to be like this, he Karl was supposed to be in control. He needed to-
"Bout time you showed up, Karl," growled Lacey, "when I was headcheerleader, I was always a half hour early."
"Karl's still ten minutes early, but since everyone is here, we might as well start practice with warmup exercises," said Coach Strothers.
Karl blinked, the whole time he'd been thinking about Bruno and cheerleading, Karl had been walking to cheer practice. He hadn't even been aware he was walking. Now he was performing the warmup exercises like they were old hat. Was Chad in charge? Did clothing really make the man?
Damn, Karl really knew his routines. He deserved to be the head cheerleader, and even Lacey could see that.
"Great work, Karl. Selene, you need to keep up. Lacey, Bobby, Janet, Alma, and Simone, you all did very well. Now the meet starts in an half hour, so let's get to the natatorium and cheer on our swimmers," coach said as practice ended.
Karl had worked up quite a sweat during practice, but his clothes looked fresh, and he felt invigorated. He was looking forward to cheering Bruno and his swim team to victory.
He found himself fist pumping the air, leading the way to the school pool, and rallying his cheer team, "Let's go, cheer!"