“I wish that you and your magic rock transform into a new cheerleading outfit for me to wear to practice,” Sarah said, gripping her magic rock.
Oh no. This isn’t good. A wish can’t be undone. You hope for a second that this contradicts your previous defenses.
It does not.
You and your rock started to float in the air. “Shoot, the wish worked,” you think, terrified.
Before the transformation begins, Sarah adds to her wish. “And I wish that you keep your ability to feel and think. I want you to feel every movement and hear every cheer I make”
The rock flew above your forehead. You tried to look up, and saw it grow and change color.
The next thing that happened was that your feet felt a bit of pain. You were only able to look down a little bit, but you could tell that your feet was forcing itself towards your knee, crushing your lower legs in the process. You then feel your knees in pain, feeling crushed by the force of the air around it. After that, you felt your feet stretching.
With all the force you could have possibly exerted, you managed to look down. The pain was strong enough that it masked how your legs were transforming, but once you were able to see, you realized what was happening. Your feet has merged with your knees, and both have started to flatten, stretch, and fold. Polyester fabric started to form from your feet and connect together.
This transformation had already caused your shoes, socks, boxers, and jogging pants to rip apart and fall off. Your private parts had started to hang out in front, and flatten too. This has caused an intense pain in your crotch. Polyester fabric also formed from your privates and connected to your thighs. While you didn’t initially feel from the new fabric, your nerves slowly merged with it, and you had felt extra surface on your body.
Your thighs ended up being the next body part to feel immense pressure. Within moments, your legs had formed one long piece of polyester cloth. The two sides of the cloth wrapped behind you, forming what appeared to be the bottom of a ruffled skirt, with a stripe on the bottom.
You tried your best to look up, and you could slightly see that the former magic rock was turning into the cheerleading shell. You also realized just how much you have shrunk, going from almost 6 feet to probably around 30 inches and still shrinking.
Your arms were next. As they flattened, polyester fabric stretched from your fingertips, and connected with the point where the skirt met your hips. Your body followed shortly after, flattening and filling up the space in between. Your rib cage started to feel softer and softer, with the bodily functions within it slowing down. The pain in your skirt ceased, but the pain on your chest increased, along with your fear and panic. The only body parts untouched at that point were your head and shoulders.
Sure enough, the next body part to feel the transformation was your head. Fabric shot out of your chin and connected with your chest, pulling the two together. Your shoulders remained unchanged at that point, despite your head and neck moving so much. The top of your head started to merge just under your shoulders, leaving you looking like your head fell off. You felt your face starting to collapse inwards, then forming the beginning of ruffles. These ruffles continued down from your body all the way until they met with the formed part of the skirt you were becoming. Your arms stretched until they were long enough to fully connect and merge with each other and the formed skirt.
At that point you were only about 20 inches tall. Your shoulders were the last to change. They formed a bit differently forming into a waistband. Since this happened alongside the finishing touches of the rest of your body, that part of the transformation felt like it lasted the shortest. Your final height was 14 inches.
“Personally I prefer the skirt to be shorter. Better for movement,” Sarah said, walking to your floating skirt body. “And I’m a bit disappointed that part of you didn’t also transform into the shell. Oh well, I’m happy enough with this.”
She grabbed you and put you on. Your waistband felt the least sensitive, while your helm was the most sensitive. Every movement gave you a “tickle”. The pain from the transformation slowly ceased as Sarah said “I am not wearing the right clothes under you quite yet. When we get to the locker room, and then begin practice, you will really feel like a cheerleader… or maybe just feel like a skirt.”
The biggest feeling throughout your body outside of tightness and tickling was numbness. Like when your arms fall asleep, but with your whole body. You tried your best to struggle, to move at all or to speak, but you had no face or muscles. All you could do is be at the mercy of Sarah.
Sarah put the former rock now cheerleading shell over her body, with the bottom of the shell going slightly over your waistband. “You are probably wondering how I got past your defenses without any contradictions. Well, you are not and cannot be separated from your rock. Your rock is still a part of the outfit, and so are you. I also am not stopping the wishes you make. It’s just that you don’t have a mouth to make wishes anymore. I was thinking about giving you a telepathic connection with me so I can hear what you are thinking right now, but I can’t risk you using it to make any wishes. So you just have to remain silent for now on.” Sarah said.
“Oh and finally, Jon… you are just an item to me. You will no longer have a name. Sure you can think and feel, but you have no way to communicate any experiences for now on. I will never talk to you again after this, and you just have to live like this now.”
Your mind became empty for a moment. You had no idea what to think other than “it’s over.”