The girls all preformed well during the routine. All except Jennifer that is. Jennifer kept being distracted by the how unfit the others looked. She did not want to touch their sweaty bodies at all! Even so she did force herself through the routine. She would get her squad back into peak performance AFTER the game.
Susan went to check on Jennifer after the warm-up.
"Hey Jenn. Are you OK?"
"Me? OK? No I am not okay the entire squad is out of shape. Of course I am not OK!"
Jennifer stormed of to a sink. Susan was left bewildered at Jennifer her outburst. She had done nothing to deserve that. The team was not even out of shape. They were as ready as ever.
Jennifer entered the changing room. In the corner lay some merchandise of the team. There even was a mannequin. Jenn washed her face. She could not stand being sweaty. Suddenly her eye was drawn toward the mannequin wearing the sport shirt.
The doll was sleek and fit. The perfect unattainable form so praised by clothing commercials. It was completely white. The plastic reflecting the lamps where the light hit it.
"I wish my team looked like you. At least do not gain weight or get sweaty." Jennifer thought.
Then the signal came that the cheerleaders were on. Jennifer barely noticed how long she had spent inspecting the mannequin. Now she was racing back to the field.
The routine went well. All cheerleaders were the embodiment of grace made motion. Jennifer was still getting more and more distracted by the others. The flapping of their flesh, the sweat and the smell. It was all just nasty.
Then being caught in this direction Jennifer had to catch Susan. Jenn saw the sweat glinster of Susan her form. Instinctively she drew her hand back and Susan fell flat in her ass.
This failure shocked Jenn. She had never made such a mistake. It was of course Susan her fault for sweating so much but it was still an embarrassment.
Jenn quickly helped Susan back up and they completed the routine. Jennifer sprinted back to the changing room. Back away from her angry team. Back away from her mistake. Back to the sink to clean herself of the filthy sweat and secretly back to the mannequin.