Her awareness followed Kyle as he hurried to his homeroom in the computer lab. Jen rolled her eyes as she started down the stairs to the girl's locker room. Just when she thought Kyle couldn't get any nerdier she discovered he'd opted to start his day doing computer maintenance. She didn't have early practice to change for, but Jen needed to get rid of her bags before meeting with Coach Abyweiss to go over the routine for the prep rally.
She "watched" idly as Kyle's geek buddies crowded around him, asking about his clothes and haircut. She returned hellos with a couple other cheerleaders headed the same direction as she was before a sudden spike in her "wish sense" made her stumble.
"Are you okay Jen? Don't twist an ankle or Sharon's gonna leap to take your place today!"
"I'm fine." Jen choked out. Her master was telling his buddies about seeing her skirt blow up that morning.
She took a tentative step and felt her panties tighten and shrink even further. She knew without looking that she was now sporting a prominent camel-toe, because that's what her master, damn his overactive hormones, was telling his buddies he'd seen. A few more steps not only were her panties invading her pussy, she had a major wedgie going on in back as well.
Jen dropped off her bags in her locker and hurried to a toilet stall. Her panties, once she extracted them, had about half the material they'd had when she put them on. Jen struggled against her wish sense, then gave in with a sigh. She now had a memory of Coach Abyweiess explaining that the new cheer uniform had panties with higher-cut leg openings for ease of movement, but a lower waistband so they wouldn't show above the skirt. Also that she'd had to accept a pair a size smaller than she needed from the initial shipment that arrived yesterday.
As a genie Jen didn't need to pee, but she sat down anyway. She frowned and shifted her weight, yup, her hips were wider than before Kyle's gossiping, and she had a more prominent bubble-butt as well. She didn't mind this latest change; the black girls always made fun of the white cheerleaders for not having any asses. Also Jen thought maybe her labia was swollen? Or she might be imagining it. She knew she couldn't directly harm her master, but granting his desire to be better hung while he had half a chub from bragging to his buddies rapidly derailed his train of thought as he fought to loose his erection before anyone noticed it. Jen flushed the toilet then pulled on her skimpy panties. She resolved to catch up to him in the halls later and have him wish her, or at least her panties, back to normal.