... somehow in the body of your closest female friend, Megan. Megan was an outstanding cheerleader, which was quite incredible considering she was 13 like yourself, and where she was at the time of Mel's spell; cheer practice. The first thing you noticed when you opened your eyes was that you was surrounded by sunlight.
'Huh' you mused, surprised. Fainting was one thing, but you didn't expect anyone to take you outside to recover. As you looked around, you saw that it wasn't even outside your house; it was at school, and there was a mob of cheerleaders surrounding where you was. The most prominent one was the head cheerleader, Kristy Hart. She was a complete bitch, almost personifying the bad stereotype of the cheerleader, but even Megan thought she could cheer. It didn't work the other way, though. Kristy resented having someone so young on her squad. She was saying something incomprehensible when you became more aware of your surroundings. The oddest part was that your sense of being wasn't the same; your body felt different, especially from the weight from Megan's small, yet noticeable breasts. It puzzled you.
Stunned, you moved to get up, but paused when you noticed your hands. They were smaller, clearly feminine, and had pale pink polish on the nails. "Okay..." you started to say, but froze when you heard that the girlish voice coming out your mouth was not your own. The panic growing, you looked down and saw your cheerleader clad body.
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