Jon found a pair of pink trainers and slipped them on at least he could move better, trying to get around in heels is a trying process.
he left the gym seeing about 40 boys wearing jerseys and one holding a basketball.
"finally Jon, you really need to get changed faster or I'll shrink your uniform again" the gym teacher told him
Jon couldn't imagine this outfit getting any smaller the skirt barely went mid-thigh and the top just got around his breasts.
The game started and Jon stood on the sidelines saying go red team or white team, not knowing really what else to do.
The Teacher yelled at him
"Madison, if you don't put some more effort into your cheers or I will stay for next class too"
Jon couldn't bear to wear this outfit anymore than he needed to so he stepped it up, forgoing his male ego and started jumping around a lot, making sure to do things that he would have loved to see someone else do.
his breasts were bouncing he was leaning down giving all players generous views of his cleavage making up cheers for players when they scored and more.
by the time class was over all the boys were sweating, and Jon could not be more embarrassed, he knew that somewhere in the middle of the game he had lost himself and was just cheering like a ditsy cheerleader, and he hated it, but at least gym was over.
He returned to his loan changing room, stripped off his cheer outfit and underwear and hopped into the shower, because all in all he got tired and sweaty jumping around like he did for an hour. rinsing off felt strange on his breasts. The long hair matted against his back was also a new feeling.
After a few minutes in the shower, jon had to get out knowing he didn't want to be late to wherever he needed to next. His hair dried automatically luckily as it would've taken a week to dry regularly.
Jon opened his locker finding his clothing had changed slightly, his red top was now a tight spaghetti strap tank top, and he had no bra. as he put it on the tank top, it was tight around his breasts and seemed to lift them up making them seem larger. His skirt had shrunk to being just shorter than his cheer skirt hanging only about an inch past his panties, which had actually become a thong, and incredible uncomfortable and no longer contained his penis, it hung down exposing itself to anyone looking.
In the locker jon found some tape, he realized he would have to push his balls inside of him, he'd heard about it on some TV show, but never tried it. He took one at a time and felt for a space found it and fit it into place, he felt really bad for a second then it passed he did the other, then slid his penis between his legs and used the tape to hold it in place.
After a moment it felt alright and was actually more comfortable then being constrained in the panties, and he strangely felt sexy wearing the thong and his breasts looked really good, he kept on primping in the mirror showing off his breasts, before waking up and leaving the changing room, on his now even taller heels as the trainers seemed to disappear.
The door out was locked and a sign saying "Remember girls makeup is a must."
angrily Jon walked back to his locker to find compacts and mirror, he quickly expertly applied some creams and powders. Then the door was open and Jon was allowed to leave in search of his next class
