Angie walked down the street to her house with her backpack slung over her shoulder, still wearing her cheerleading uniform. She could have changed back into her school clothes after practice, but she loved the attention the green-and-white uniform drew to her. As the green pleated skirt bounced with each step she took, she knew that her toned legs and slightly exposed midriff would draw the eyes of every guy (and even a few girls) that she passed.
As she neared her own house, she glanced over at the house of her neighbor, Jess. Even though they were in the same grade, they never became friends or even acquaintances. Jess just wasn't up to her standards. She was a soccer jock, more interested in scoring goals than scoring with the boys. She never seemed to have a boyfriend - Angie and her cheerleader friends thought she was probably a lesbian. She rolled her eyes and continued walking.
As she walked up the sidewalk to her front door she noticed a white box sitting there. She picked it up and shook it slightly, feeling the light swoosh of clothing inside. Angie thought it was probably another gift from a secret admirer (of which she had many), so she brought it inside.
After reaching her bedroom, Angie tossed the box on her bed and put her backpack down. Curious, she opened the box to find some neatly folded clothes. The first item she retrieved (and gave her a weird spark when she touched it) was a navy blue sweater. Under it was a white button-down blouse, followed by a plaid pleated skirt, a set of white cotton panties and bra, knee-high white socks, black Mary Jane shoes, and a pair of glasses. Angie thought this must be some sort of joke, but something about the outfit was calling out to her...