“Hey ladies,” an older voice shouted from the coach’s office with everyone dressed out. Zoey was surprised to see that the cheer coach here was actually the old football coach, but raised as a girl: Ms. Charli Purcell.
“Morning, Coach,” the others replied, Zoey joining in just slightly late.
“Today, we’re going to be doing some light stretching exercises, since the freshgirls aren’t here and we’re cheering alongside them tonight at the basketball game. Get you loose, get you thinking about the game. We’ve gone over everything else.” Oh shoot, Zoey thought to herself. They may have, but...I haven’t.
The exercises were easy enough—this body was far more flexible than Jon’s ever had been, even if every bend made her feel the movement of her breasts—but the feeling of being lost gnawed at her all throughout the class. Eventually, she couldn’t.
“Hey Coach?”
“Yes, Zoey?”
“I need the bathroom quickly, I’ll be right back.”
“I know how it is, we girls have tiny bladders. Go ahead.”
Zoey rushed to the locker room, grabbed the wishing stone from her bag, and into the vestibule that connected the boys and girls locker room with a set of male and female restrooms.
“I wish I knew I how to be a cheerleader and what other people would expect me to know about myself.” The familiar flash indicated her wish was granted, much to her relief. After using the bathroom again, she returned the stone to her bag, raced back out, and rejoined her squad mates.
