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NOTE FOUND IN THE CHEERLEADERS' LOCKER ROOM
By Wyrdey
Hello, Brad.
I just thought I'd drop you a note to explain one or two things.
Yes, it's true we've never gotten on. I suppose you didn't feel the need
to try too hard, being a big Football star and such.
Oh well.
That's not really important right now.
You see, I'm creating my own team and, well, there isn't really room for
you or your buddies on it. I'd like to say it's not personal, but - yeah
- it kinda is.
I bet right now you're doing that silent, eyebrows raised, 'What-the-
hell-are-you-dribbling-about-nerd' thing that you always did whenever I
tried to talk near you.
I won't miss that.
Yeah, you see, from now on, I'M going to be the big star.
I bet you're chuckling even trying to imagine me all big and muscular and
admired, but don't worry, you won't have to imagine it for long. You'll
be seeing the new me soon enough.
You see I've come across these certain Things that promise to be quite a
help with... But you don't need to know about that. That's not why I'm
writing you this note.
No, I'm writing to let you know that - even though there's no place for
you or your Neanderthal friends on my soon-to-be-everything-winning team,
I HAVE thought of a perfect use for you. All of you.
Yes, if you bother to take a look around now, you'll see that everyone
else is standing by their locker, reading a note that they found in there
just like you are.
Honestly, go on and take a look, I'll wait.
Ha! - Psych!
If you just tried to look up, you'll have just discovered that you can't
stop reading this note.
Come on - try. Really try. Try to look up or to the side, try to close
your eyes, or even take an unusually lengthy blink...
Didn't work? Oh dear - it looks like you'll just have to keep on reading
through to the end.
It's around now that you should be starting to notice that odd tingling
feeling through your body.
Don't worry - that's normal.
Getting stronger? Increasing to kind of an army-of-ants-crawling-under-
your-skin kinda feeling?
Yep - Normal too.
Don't worry, this won't hurt, though it'll definitely feel bizarre and
uncomfortable.
If you're paying attention, you should have noticed that all of those
prized muscles of yours are just melting away. You may have noticed that
you're getting smaller too.
In fact it looks just like you're running through puberty again,
backwards.
If you look around, you'll see that you're far from alone in your awkward
new prepubescence.
Oops, sorry you can't.
I bet you'd like to scream right now, or at least make some kind of
noise, but I want this to all go as peacefully as possible, and that
means no squealing. You'd all only be horrified at the babyish pitch of
your little voices, anyway.
I bet you feel pretty vulnerable right about now. I mean, all naked and
looking like a gawky little scarecrow that a 90-pound weakling would
laugh at.
I don't mean to be indelicate, but if you're curious about the effect
that all of this has had on your fabled Manhood, then... well... don't
worry - it's been this size before...
I mean it's been a while... and I mean a WHILE... but if you didn't mind
the length of your little peepee then, I don't see why you should now.
Yep, that'll be the second stage kicking in.
I expect your back is so heavily arched now that you have to hold this
over your head to read it.
Feel it? That little prickle down your neck... shoulders... back...?
That would be the hair growing.
I think you'll really like it, it's that special shade of 'sunshine'
blonde that you always seemed to favour. It's really astonishingly shiny
and silky and soft...
But then, I don't have to tell you that - you can feel every cool satiny
strand slithering down your softening skin right now.
Just between you and me, by the time its finished you'll be feeling that
adorable ticklish caress across the cheeks of your ass.
Oh - and while we're on that topic...
Does it feel like it's somehow swelling? - Your buttocks rounding and
softening and pushing out into a perfectly squeezable little tush?
There's a reason for that.
Just like there's a reason why your nipples suddenly feel so huge and
sensitive.
You look really right silly now, just so you know. Standing there with
your back curved so dramatically like that.
I suppose you can tell from those little pops in your spine that we're
doing something about that posture of yours. It'll be quite different
from now on.
You're really pushing that chest out really hard right now, aren't you?.
I suppose that should make the blossoming of your little figure all the
more noticeable for you... it certainly would make it more obvious for
anyone else.
Yep, don't worry - those jiggly little cones still have a LOOOOOOOONG way
to go...
At the moment they still look like the cute little bumps of a girl in a
training bra - those pearly little nipples poking from pinkish circles
that cover most of the teensy wobbling flesh bubbling up beneath them...
But we're not wasting time... See? You're already at the 'Junior High
Tits' stage.
But let's not just focus on those new little assets of yours - as
adorable as they might be.
Feel that in your waist? It'll be positively waifish soon.
And your legs? Can you feel them getting longer compared to your torso?
...And about now... yes... your eyes just blurred for a moment, didn't
they? Just your face melting and changing, but you can still go right on
reading now that it's stopped.
Oh. And THAT. You've noticed THAT, haven't you?
Don't worry. See? - It actually feels a little bit pleasant, the way that
the sensitive flesh pulls back into the body, inverting, shifting...
It was already as soft as clay and now it's remodeling so nicely, isn't
it?
You can feel it all, can't you? Maybe you don't fully understand what
every stretch and unfolding is precisely forming, but you're a clever one
and I'm sure you can feel the broad outlines coming into place.
There - all done.
Wasn't so bad, was it?
How does it feel to be a girl, Brad...?
Oh, I suppose I'll have to wait for an answer until those boobs of yours
stop distracting you. That'll be... probably never.
Feel like they're just bulging out a jiggly mile, don't they?
Well, don't worry - they're just as huge as they feel. And as pert.
Those really perky, stand-up type of titties always bounce the most,
don't they? But thrust so far out there, supported only by their own
supple firmness, I suppose you'd have to expect that from them.
You are indeed a blessed little teenybopper (did I mention that you're
only 16 now? I meant to...) You're a full cupsize larger than the biggest
girl who ever let you get to 'Second Base' with her.
Yep - the one you called 'Melons' behind her back.
But don't worry - they don't look out of place on your lithe little body.
They're actually perfectly balanced by the swell of that stupendous ass
of yours.
Even leggy, coltish girls like you can have an hourglass figure if nature
(or, in this case - me) permits.
And, despite those whoppers of yours, you needn't fear that the other
girls will think you're a slut - that sweetly innocent little doe-eyed
face of yours will prevent anyone leaping to that conclusion.
You don't look at all like a slut - a bimbo, yes - but not a slut.
See what I mean about the feel of that hair brushing against the curve of
your perfect little booty? Feels kinda nice, doesn't it?
Now, in just a moment, when you've finished reading this note, you're
going to turn back towards your locker. You'll find that it'll look quite
different.
For starters, it will have the name 'Beth' written on it.
It's a pretty name, isn't it?
You're welcome.
As you get dressed for the big game, you'll see that I'm a real
gentleman.
I mean, your underwear might be rather scanty and consist of stretchy
pink lacyness, but it's no different from what a lot of girls your age
are wearing these days.
True, the little bra might not quite give you the full support that you
need, but I'm sure you'll find yourself firm and bouncy enough to
compensate.
(Oh, and by the way, you'll find that you have a quite a thing for girly
pink underwear - in fact, you'll never be able to buy or wear any other
kind)
And as for your uniform, well, again I expect you'll be pleased with my
restraint. Despite a bit of redesigning, it's not really that much sexier
than is to be expected.
But then, Cheerleader uniforms do tend to be rather sexy, don't they...?
I mean, perhaps it's just a touch thinner and stretchier than the old one
- but it's still basically similar.
Red, two piece.
The skirt might be just a tad shorter and flippier than before, made from
a lighter material and deeply pleated for a full range of easy leg
movement, but that's as much for your benefit as anything else.
The top is cut in a common enough style. Quite short, the bottom angled
up to reveal your navel and show off that sexy toned midriff. The
neckline a very wide and rather deep 'V' shape, showing off an
invigorating amount of cleavage and baring much of the soft flesh of your
shoulders. It doesn't have sleeves, but just comes down in a straight
line with the edge of the torso, leaving the edge of the shoulder and the
full arm bare.
The shoes are even those traditional slightly bulky white sneakers. You
wear them with those just-as-traditional teensy ankle socks that can't
even be seen above the shoes.
Strange how those big sneakers should seem boyish, but when sitting
beneath those long, smooth, shapely legs, they somehow become the most
achingly feminine things you've ever seen.
Yes, all in all, your new little uniform is quite reasonable, I think...
But, then, it's never really the Cheerleader's uniform in itself that's
responsible for that incredible sexiness, is it? It just helps.
Many are quite modest, but can still drive any male to distraction...
It's not really your uniform that'll make you such a jawdropping little
sex kitten...
It's the way that you'll wear it.
It's the way that skirt, that flippy little skirt that would be
scandalously short for a young girl to wear anywhere else, swishes with
every little wiggle of your blossoming hips as you sway down the
corridor. It's the way that, with every tumble, every kick, every flip,
every jump or quick twist of your pelvis, you give that split-second
glimpse of the perfect little apricot ass bulging around your scanty pink
panties. It's the way that the outline of your excited nipples can be
occasionally made out through your tight little top as you cheer and
bounce. It's the way that when you happily raise those pom-poms high over
your head, just the briefest sight of the side-swell of your firm young
breasts and girlish bra can be seen between your upraised arm and the
bottom of your top's arm opening. It's the way that you seem to be
somehow completely innocent and unaware of the cock-stiffening effect
you're having on every watching male. It's that chorus of bell-like
girlish voices calling out a celebration of the display of unbridled
masculinity unfolding before them. It's that line of nubile teens
displaying themselves, tacitly offering themselves as beautiful prizes to
the men that they only wish to encourage submissively from the sidelines.
It's the way that you embody the very spirit of a fantasy of youth and
innocent, girlish femininity that takes infinite joy in the exploits of
males.
It's probably a terribly sexist stereotype - in fact, I'm sure it is -
but it's one that you'll fulfill so perfectly.
Why, in just a moment, when you've finished squeezing that hot little
figure into your pretty outfit, tied a adorable little red ribbon in your
hair, grabbed those big fluffy pom-poms, you'll dash out onto the field
with all of your little friends and cheer up a storm.
Does the thought of bouncing and kicking oh-so-sexily out there on the
sidelines as a cheerleader, flashing your skimpy pink underwear to the
crowd seem, well... humiliating... Mortifying even... to you, Brad..?
Well, don't worry - when you're actually out there in just a few short
minutes, it'll be so much worse than you're imagining.
Your long, gleaming hair will stream behind you in the breeze, and often
slip sexily down over your cute little face, the occasional golden
tendril snaking down suggestively into your jiggling cleavage. You'll
feel that cool rush of air across your creamy thighs and ass every time
your little skirt flies up, giving everyone a gorgeous little peek.
You'll find out just how high and breathy your new voice is, and just how
pretty it sounds calling out to boys. You'll learn why good bras are so
important, but despite the building ache, the rough feeling of your perky
little rosebud nipples rubbing against your top will start to make you
oddly tingly and breathless.
You'll FEEL the stares of the men, even when your back is turned, feel
them all burning into your perfect boobs and scrumptious little ass.
Embarrassed? Don't worry - that'll never change, even after you've
cheered for years.
It'll feel good, you won't be able to deny that: the attention, the
dancing, the sexy little clothes... they'll just make you feel ssoooooooo
pretty and girly, like a little Princess.
And you'll hate yourself for that. For loving it.
That feeling that you have now, that femininity is something hateful,
something inferior, something embarrassing and sissy that you'd rather
die than ever have associated with you, that'll never go away, never even
ease up.
But you won't be able to help yourself.
Oh - it's not like you'll be a passenger in your body, watching but not
being able to influence things - no, nothing like that. It won't even
seem like a compulsion, a compulsion to giggle and jiggle and wiggle and
be just the most perfectest little girly-girl cheerleader.
Where would be the fun in that?
No, when I glance over at the sidelines, I want to know that it truly is
YOU, not some automaton, not some involuntary action, that's shimmying
your cute ass for my pleasure.
To you, it'll just feel like you somehow forgot how NOT to shake your
tits and ass for the crowd, how NOT to giggle and wave your big pom-poms
for me.
You'll be horrified of course, but you'll know that you're the one
putting the effort into every sexy little move, and any time you try to
stop, you'll just find yourself accidentally making the show even better.
And I'm not just talking about when you're cheering, you'll be living
every second of your life as Beth, everyone's favourite little girly-girl
snowflake, the innocent little simpering virgin that they've known all of
their life.
Oh, FYI, your parents are super-proud that their little Bunnyrabbit made
the Cheersquad.
They've even redecorated your room in a cheerleader theme... LOT of pink.
But, don't worry, through all the pain, you'll have something to look
forward to...
You might get a little hint of it when I score the winning goal this
evening.
You and all the other girls will find your cheers and bouncing getting
just that little bit more breathlessly enthusiastic - turns out it's
possible - and maybe, just maybe, if you're paying attention, you might
notice that the outlines of your sweet, tingly little nipples are just
that little bit more plainly visible.
It's a moment that'll replay in a lot of the dreams that'll flitter
through your pretty little head when you're cuddled up in your pink jim-
jams, your fluffy pink bedspread and soft toys pulled tight to your not-
so-little bosom. Only, in these dreams, things will end rather
differently, you glancing down as you bounce and ecstatically wave those
huge pom-poms above your head... only to discover that you're somehow
suddenly as perfectly naked as... well... you are now. And, as you gasp
and clutch your pom-poms to your still-dancing breasts, you'll look up to
discover that we're now alone, you and I.
And I'll come in slowly, place a hand on your chin, and lift that shy
gaze up to meet my blazing eyes. When I first try to pull your hands from
your chest, you'll resist, though of course your childlike little arms
won't be able to stop me for long.
Your gaze won't shift from my eyes as you feel your struggling arms being
pressed to your sides, feel your shapely young breasts jiggling with
their new-found freedom - a cool wind blowing across your soft, exposed
flesh. A slight gasp with force itself between your swollen lips, but
you'll just stand there, still staring up at my rugged face as you see
and feel my hungry gaze drift downwards and drink in the luscious,
untouched beauty of your ripe body.
And, only after long moments have passed, and that appreciative gaze has
finally returned to your youthful face, will you make a move.
You'll just step slightly closer, eyes large and pleading, and stretch up
on your tippy-toes and feel the rough stubble of my chin brushing against
the soft flesh of your blushing face as you reach those quivering lips up
to brush against mine, your full breasts being pressed hard into the
manly firmness of my wide chest...
You'll have a lot of these dreams. You'll wake up panting and with a hand
in an embarrassing place almost every morning.
Right now, you're a virgin, like every other girl in your squad (except
Amber, she has something of a reputation...), but don't worry - in three
weeks' time, I'll pop your cherry in the back seat of my car.
I'd do it earlier, but I've got QUITE the list to work through...
It'll be perfect.
It'll be after a game, you'll be in your uniform (minus your underwear),
and - after a drink or two - you'll lie back on the upholstered leather,
and spread those shapely little cheerleader legs, clutching your ankles
in your hands.
You'll come just like a cheerleader, squealing my name in encouragement,
bouncing your ass up from the seat to meet my every thrust, your huge
tits bare and wobbling, your innocent little face screwed up from
unprecedented pleasure...
We'll do it again that night, an hour later, this time on a park bench -
you in my lap, facing me, your top pulled up, me squeezing and pulling at
your fat nipples as you happily bounce on my cock. You'll even have your
pom-poms this time, and wave them wildly as you 'Ooooo!' and 'Ahhhhh!'
with wide eyes.
You'll lift them straight above your head and shake them in excitement as
you arch your back and squeal like a happy little piggy as I pump warmth
into your tight, convulsing little girlhood...
You know that feeling that you're getting now, Brad?
That strange feeling that makes you press your long, sexy legs together
and slowly rub your smooth thighs one against the other?
That's what it feels like when your vagina swells.
I have that effect on you cheerleaders.
You'll no doubt be devastated to hear that I haven't decided who I'm
taking to the Prom just yet... You girls will just have to pout and
catfight amongst yourselves until I do decide.
Well, any-hoo, I suppose I've kept you long enough. The crowds will be
waiting for you giggly little things to go flouncing out and give them
their yummy eyecandy.
Be seeing you in a moment, sweetcheeks... I mean, Beth.
Lotsa Love-N-Kisses,
You-Know-Who.
(P.S. Don't forget to tie your little ribbon into a cute bow, us guys
love that)
(P.P.S - Oh, and in case you're airheaded enough to think of showing this
note to someone, don't bother - it'd just make them think that you're
either crazy or the victim of a weird practical joke.
And, anyway, I've attached a little magical trap for anyone other than
you or me who ever reads these words.
Some might say that's over the top...
But me? I say that the world always needs more cheerleaders.
And I just know they'll make almost as precious a little pom-pom wiggler
as you do... Beth)
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