Dylan wandered around and bumped into a girl dressed in the same cheerleader outfit. "Come on girl, you don't want to be late," the other girl told Dylan as she grabbed her hand and led her to where cheerleaders were practicing. "Hey, April," one of the girls addressed Dylan, "I forgot you were a member of the squad. It's great to see you!"
"Um, yeah, it's great to see you too," Dylan told her, pretending as if she belonged. Dylan had no choice but to go along with the girls and act as if she knew the routines that they were practicing. It didn't take long for Dylan to catch on and she was quickly performing the routines at least adequately. There was a lot of chanting, while moving arms and legs around, or occasionally jumping into the air, kicking up really high, or similar simple physical actions. A crowd of spectators was watching them, mostly guys who loved to watch the girls in their skimpy outfits jumping around, hoping perhaps for a glimpse at the cheerleader's panties. It was only as they were finishing up that Dylan realized that she wasn't wearing any panties, so she might've been showing off more than she intended to show.
In fact, just as she was thinking that, one of the girls came up to her and said, "You really ought to wear panties under your skirt, dear."
"Oh, don't listen to her," said one of the spectators who was approaching. "I think you've got the right idea," he said.
"Oh, boys!" said the other cheerleader and left, leaving Dylan alone with this guy. Dylan could see he had a boner in his pants, which revolted him. And yet... this gave Dylan an idea. This guy seemed to be reasonably well-endowed. Dylan decided to try to get him alone so that Dylan could turn into him.
"Say, you want to go somewhere more private?" Dylan asked, and the guy eagerly agreed. And so, they walked off the practice field together.