You arrive just as school is letting out and park your car in the student lot. You've taken the transforming powder with you. You inhale, concentrate on your new flesh and clothes, sneeze...
You look at your new self in the mirror. You've got the uniform just right, and... oh, yes, you're way hotter than you were as a girl. You're about sixteen to look at, genuine blonde hair down almost to your sweet young butt, a good rack, a perfect little heart-shaped face, a compact gymnast sort of body apart from the boobs.
Now what? You're dressed in a perfect copy of the school's cheerleading uniform, but you're not a copy of any of the real cheerleaders. If they have a practice today and you show up for it, you'll stick out like a sore thumb. Jeff will be staying after school for some extracurricular stuff, so you could seek him out and hit on him for a thrill -- even though he's your own son.
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