Jon and Pete spun around when they heard the voice.
"Dad?!" Jon said with a gasp. Sure enough his father, Mark Gibson, was standing with them on the football field, wearing an identical Lake Point cheerleading uniform. And like Jon and Pete, had the body to match. From the neck down he filled it out perfectly - in fact his boobs looked even bigger than Jon's or Pete's.
"Jon? Pete? What on earth is going on here?"
"I wish I knew, Dad," Jon said, still not mentioning the stone. He figured it wouldn't make a difference if he did, he had no idea where the stone was now anyway. He and Pete proceeded to explain what they had been through.
"OMG that's sooo weird," Mark said, seeming not to notice the slight lilt in his voice. "I woke up in an empty dance studio, wearing a leotard and tights. After that I found myself sitting in the passenger seat of an empty car, in an empty parking lot. Then it looked like was in some teenage girl's bedroom. I did't get much of a chance to look around before everything got hazy and then I wound up here!" Jon noticed as his dad talked that his body language had completely changed - his arms waving and hands dangling limply at the wrist as he talked.
"Dad, do you see how your body's moving?"
"Yeah! I, like, can't seem to stop. It just feels... natural, y'know?"
"We've gotta figure out what's going on here," Pete said. "It seems like I was going through points in Melissa Smith's life, and now I have her body from the neck down. And Jon you've got Sarah McMillan's body."
"And I'm pretty sure I was in her room before I jumped here. And Dad, I think your body must belong to Tiffany Sanders." In addition to being the school slut, Tiffany also had a reputation as an avid and fairly talented ballet dancer, despite her generous endowments. He recognized the body, too. In fact he'd been caught staring at it multiple times before. But now he tried to avert his gaze with his father's head perched atop it.
"So, what do we do now?" Mark asked. Even though he was usually an authority figure, he seemed to be looking to Jon for guidance. And so was Pete. They both stared at him, hoping he'd do or say something reassuring. But Jon had no idea what to do, especially without the stone.
"I don't kn-" Jon started to say, then found his tongue getting tied up. He tried to finish the sentence but his mouth suddenly wasn't doing what he wanted it to do. Instead felt his lips curling upwards into a smile. Then he made fists with both hands, and brought them in against his hips, turning his elbows out as he did. He realized he had no control over his new body. He held the pose for a moment, then felt himself take a deep breath before shouting
"Gooooo Wildcats!"
At this, both Pete and Mark's expressions changed from confusion to bright smiles. They struck poses identical to Jon, then repeated, in unison "Gooooo Wildcats!" The three of them ran up to the sideline of the football field and lined up side by side, with Jon at the center. Without an ounce of control over their own actions the trio launched into a complex and choreographed series of cheers. Chanting, clapping, and kicking together, all with clueless smiles plastered on their faces. Jon wanted to scream, to run, to do anything else, but all he could do right now was cheer. He wondered if Pete and his dad were just helpless passengers like he was.
As they cheered, the moves seemed to get more and more complex. Jon had no idea he could even move like that, as he kicked high above his head, then executed a series of cartwheels and flips. Then, Mark and Pete moved in close and reached down, lifting Jon up by his feet and hoisting him high in the air where he kicked his foot above his head and held the pose for a crowd that wasn't there. They lowered him slightly, then he executed a perfect backflip to land on the ground, where he took a knee and raised his fists into the air. Pete and Mark kneeled down and matched the pose, which they all held for several seconds. Slowly, Jon felt some self control returning. He looked back at the other two.
"What... the hell... was that..." Mark said, gasping for breath. Before they could asses the situation or even stand up, Jon felt the breeze kick up again and then, suddenly, darkness and silence overtook everything around him...
