When Sarah finally arrived at the school, she met up with her friends Tiffany Sanders and Melissa Smith, two girls who were also on the cheerleading squad with her.
"Hey, girls," Sarah said. "Sorry I'm a little late, but ..."
"That's all right," Melissa asked, smiling weirdly at her. "You're here now, aren't you?"
"Excuse me?" Sarah asked.
"We forgive you," Tiffany said, moving closer...too close.
"Tiffany, what are you doing?" This was getting very uncomfortable.
Sarah stared at them. What was wrong with them? Why were they treating her like that? They were acting all dumb and flirty, the way they usually did around boys.
She caught a glimpse of herself in one of the hallway mirrors, she saw that she looked as normal as ever. Blond hair, perfect tanned skin, D-cup breasts, a perfect figure, a tight pink baby-T shirt, a white pleated miniskirt, and 4-inch heels. In fact, her overall appearance wasn't too different than Melissa's or Tiffany's. Yet, they were treating her very differently.
She walked away, simultaneously disgusted and weirded out by them. Had they turned into lesbians? She certainly didn't look like the guys they normally manipulated and drooled over. Suddenly, she heard someone from behind her shout out her name.
She turned around and saw ...
