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-thehell -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-underyour -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 jimjams, your fluffy pink bedspread and soft toys pulled tight to your notso -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)