"You okay, sweetie?" Jonatha's mom suddenly asked. "You're barely eating. I know you've been worried about those extra kilos you put on, but, trust me, they are all muscle! You're just getting stronger as you get older. Trust me, I went through the exact same thing."
As if by emphasis, Jonatha's mom lifted one of her arms. Jonatha's eyes widened as she saw the definition in those arms. Deltoids clearly deligned, and biceps and triceps bulging enough to be noticeable, but not so much that it took away from her feminine beauty.
Wait, how did I know the name of those muscles? Jon wondered.
"So, eat, darling. Feed those muscles!" She basically cheered on the spot.
"Feed th-o-o-o-se muscles!" Jon's sisters suddenly cheered as if it was the most normal thing to do.
"Yeah, Jonatha," Zoe interjected. It was then that Jon realised that while Zoe now dressed like a cheerleader, her uniform was blacks, purples and oranges. A goth cheerleader! And, come to think of it, a fancy one at that. Zoe's uniform wasn't anything cheap, but quality. Her ponytail even had real leather bat wings! For the second time, Jon wondered how he knew these things. "Do not rub it in, you know. Mikayla and I cannot wait for our real cheerleader bodies to fill up." Suddenly she grabbed at her small breasts wrapped in the shiny spandex top. The writing on it was familiar, but Jon had no idea what it even said. It tickled at Jon's memory somehow.
Lost for words, Jon just smiled and nodded.
The conversation then turned, Jon's mom cheering on Zoe and Mikayla on. Jon just focused on not hearing anything and finishing breakfast. And definitively not wondering what a cheerleader body filling up really meant.
I need to know more about this world, Jon thought.
"Forgot something in my room," Jon said, standing up. It was so weird to have the added weight on his chest, the soft skirt brushing lightly on his legs. Weirder still that he wasn't tripping all over the place.
Not waiting for a response Jon basically ran up the stairs.
The pink and white of the room was still a shock, but Jon ignored it as he looked for the Stone. He needed some information to navigate this world otherwise.
"Okay, do not even think about that!" He said. Damn, his voice was just so damn cute. If anything, he needed a way to at the very least become used to this reality and not be thrown off his horse every five minutes.
The room had a history of its own. One he wasn't entirely privy too. Wherein he would've hidden the Stone in one of the drawers next to his bed, now there was a three-legged desk with no drawers. And a very tacky lamp with a cheerleader statue as the body. Didn't... dad? Dad give that to me? Jon thought. A cold shiver went down his back. That wasn't a memory from before he made the wish. And did he even remember how the previous set of drawers looked?
"Okay, I need this Stone but where the fuck is it?" Jon looked around. Where would a cheerleader Jonatha hide something as precious as a Wishing Stone.
