Sub-class The Cheerleader selected
The voice said as there was a brief flash and the mannequins disappeared. Jon felt the clothing appear on her body and the strands of the pom-poms sway on her hands, as they replaced the pillow she was hugging. The body of Sarah was still laying in the bed but now dressed in the blue and gold cheerleader outfit the mannequin was wearing. The short pleated skirt with the gold trim exposed her thick thighs. In large bold letters, BJ was written across Jon's breasts, while Captain in the same front was written on the back, in glittering gold lettering. Her feet still tangling in the silk sheets, were covered in knee-length blue socks, with two strips of gold fabric at the top.
Jon stumbled out of the oversized bed, in a confused stumble, just managed to avoid tripping on the heels on her odd tennis shoes that came with the outfit. "I didn't even select anything." She said as her body bounced without her input.
In the corner of the room was a full-sized mirror, Jon could see herself in. The long golden hair was held by ribbons into two twintails that ran down to her large rear. Those pink plump lips opened in confused surprise. Long lashes surrounding sapphire eyes that looked on her reflection in shock. She was Sarah McMillian. Or rather the idea of Sarah McMillian. Jon had more than one wet dream of the bitchy cheerleader, but the Sarah that looked back at her in the mirror was a post-photo-shopping Hollywood starlet version of her.
"What's going on?"
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"That not helpful," Jon said with a sigh and noticed her chest bounced with that little bit of motion.
"Can I change my outfit?"
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