"I wish I could get my hands on that cheerleader's uniform. And then rip it off of her, if you know what I mean." Dave chuckled, and Jake began to join in. (since Dave's wish was only in the first sentence, that's all the ring interpreted as a wish)
Jake looked at the TV, to get a good look at the cheerleader on the screen. He had to admit, she looked pretty hot in that revealing uniform, but he had Breanne, and that's all that mattered to him.
He glanced back at Dave, and did a double take when he saw what he was wearing. Dave was wearing the exact same uniform as the cheerleaders on TV. He had the low cut, tight top, the miniskirt, the pantyhose, and knee high boots. He was even wearing full makeup: eyeshadow, mascara, lip gloss, blush, and even some glitter spread on his cheecks and the portion of his chest that was revealed by the top. He was also holding a set of pompons in his hand
"What the..." Jake said as he stared at Dave.
"What's wrong?" Dave said as he crossed his legs. Jake inadvertantly caught a glimpse of sequined panties under the skirt, and shuddered.
"Y-your outfit..."
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing? You know I always wear this on game days. You've never had a problem with it before."
Dave could only stutter as he thought about what happened... He got that weird ring from that weird shop, then he went back to his apartment. He and Dave were watching the game, and now his roommate likes to dress up like a cheerleader. He had to think of something. Breanne would show up any minute!
"Dave, I think you should change. Breanne will be here any minute."
"So? She's never had a problem with this either. What's gotten into you?"
"I just think you should put on some normal clothes, okay?"
"Alright, fine. But if we lose the game because of this, it's your head." With that Dave got up off the couch and walked towards his bedroom, his hips swaying with each step. Before entering his room, Dave spun around on his high heels and said, "You know, I just wish..."
