.... a blue and white cheerleader uniform similar to the one Megan was wearing before you blacked out. Panicked, you got off the bed and rushed for Megan's mirror. What you saw nearly caused you to faint again. Your hair was now completely honey blond and would had been down past your shoulders if it wasn't tied into two pigtails secured by some pink schrunies. Your face was girly too, more rounded with higher cheekbones and your lips were coated with pink gloss.
"God no...." you gasped as you checked out the rest of your body. Already you had signs of developing feminine curves, even though you was for now, completely flat chested, which made the bra that was crushing your chest seem completely irrelevant. Nervously, you lifted your skirt and saw that the bulge in the panties was virtually non existent. You knew what that meant; you was a girl down there, or very close to it.
"Megan! Help?" you croaked, still panicked.
"I'm coming back, John. I just had to call your mother" Megan said. Moments later, she walked in looking surprisingly calm. "How are you feeling?"
You jaw dropped. Was she serious? "Look at me! Magic is not only turning me into a girl, it is turning me into a cheerleader" you said.
Megan looked away, slightly embarrassed. "The magic changing you didn't do that bit. I wanted to know what you'd look like in my uniform...."
"You forced me into your spare uniform?" you said as you gave a slight, feminine gasp.
"What is it?" Megan said, concerned.
"My chest feels like it's on fire. Call the doc..." you gasped, as....
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