Catgirl Liz approached the remainder of the cheerleading team that had set up for practice on the sideline of the football field.
"Hey Liz," said Claire. "Where's Jennifer?"
"Oh, she had to go for a shearing," Liz lied. "Couldn't take the heat."
"Ugh," Daisy scoffed. "I hope she doesn't pull something like this on game day." Daisy always had a nasty opinion about Jennifer.
"Tell me about it," Liz encouraged. "If you ask me, she's not a very reliable leader."
A few of the girls began to murmur varying levels of agreement.
"Hey ladies," came the high-pitched call of Kyle Perkins.
"What are YOU doing here?" Daisy demanded, her arms on her hips. "Didn't you already learn your lesson, twerp?"
"I did," Kyle responded. "But I have this thing for double-features. Twice the fun!"
Liz approached him, leering over his short frame menacingly.
"Nice hair," Kyle commented on Liz's knee-length tresses. "It really compliments your new fur."
Surprised, Liz turned to the other girls nervously. "Wait here while I teach this freak how to show respect to superior life forms." She grabbed Kyle by the collar and dragged him toward the bleachers out of earshot.
"How do you know about this? The only two people who should are me and Jennifer."
"I transformed Jennifer in the first place. And I didn't give a second thought about your appearance until Jennifer told me that you now controlled the curse. Logically, to assume there was a lone catgirl among an entire school of humans and a sheep-girl who I made myself is completely absurd.
"You see, Liz, I may be affected by the curse, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid enough to believe its lies. Like you were about Jennifer for a time." Kyle stared with an intensity in his eyes that began to frighten Liz.
"What do you want from me, then? I would think your problem's already been solved."
"That's where you're wrong. Jennifer was...an annoyance that I was able to deal with. But my real problem can only be solved with the curse."
"Oh, I am so not stupid enough to give the curse back to you." Liz was about to turn back to the team, but the next thing Kyle said made her pause.
"Fine. I suppose you won't care if I cancel your cheerleading event at the game."
Liz looked back at him with a skeptical but still fearful expression. "What?"
"I work for the athletics department. Copying rosters and player files. And game schedules."
Liz's already narrow eyes narrowed even further.
"A little bit of white-out, and the halftime show loses its cheerleading competition. There goes your last chance for the top."
"Okay you little runt," Liz sneered. "You wanted it? Come and get it. Transform or Dare?"