Athena walks down the empty hall ways, her mind in another world. She could do magic, actual magic! But it came at the cost of her desires running the show. The silence of the halls is deafening, all she can hear is the swishing of her pleated skirt, and the gentle gait of her sexy walk. She stops for a second. "Sexy walk?" she thinks. She walks for a bit, and yeah she's doing a sexy little bump bump walk. To no one around. She lets out a cute little growl in frustration. Controlling the bimbo inside was going to be harder than she thought. She needed a quiet place to think, and figure out a plan. Luckily for the cheerleader, the library was open for study hall and she knew no one was in there. It's a short walk, but she doesn't notice that her walking gait changed again. From the teenybopper trying too hard to be sexy, Athena saunters around with a sexy, confident stride.
As expected, the library was empty. She picks a seat close the wall, somewhat tucked away. In the makeout corner, she thought, tittering inanely. The giggle proceeds a frown, which would look like a pout to anyone else. She sits back and facepalms. Why was she like this? Why did she think that cheerleaders were just bimbos?.
"Because thats what cheerleaders are, duh." The voice drips with over the top sugary saccharinity. This is a voice used by someone who is just completely and utterly fake. A manipulator. A sociopath with the disguise of a lamb. Someone with just enough intelligence and beauty to ride through life on easy street. Athena looks over and sees, her. Athena with a bottle blonde hair color, with the fake nails, overly done tan, the jewelry, the over the top make up that would make pre-Rebecca Sarah recoil. The cheer captain uniform is somewhat modified, with a shortened top and rolled up skirt. Instead of dress code friendly spanx like Athena was wearing, this bimbo Athena was wearing a thong. Bimbo Athena didn't even bother closing her legs. Current Athena looked down, and saw her legs were demurely crossed.
"Cheerleaders are just there to be sluts. That's like... totally the reputation. Look at Zoe, and Karyn. Total blonde bimbos, following us. We're like... the queens of the school, and if you didn't like this, you wouldn't be one. You could...like be invisible and angry again. Like... no reason not to live up to it and con the boys," Bimbo rambles on. This time when Athena looks over, the looks have changed. This Bimbo is college aged. Her hair has...thinned out a bit and is lengthened by extensions, flowing down her back. Her skin is more tanned, and slightly leathery. The biggest change is that from her cute b-cups, the bimbo has giant f-cup breasts. Fake, high and proud. Instead of a cheerleader outfit, she's wearing a loose fraternity shirt over shorts so short that it looked like Bimbo was wearing a dress. Bimbo looks less fit, more skinnyfat than actually lean and toned.
"No, that's not right. We're more than our reputations. More than what some bullshit society and Hollywood cooks up." Athena shoots back, looking down and hugging her chest.
"Like come the frick on girl, it's your nature to hate society. There's no greater fuck you to society than being rich and manipulating the fools. We're queens, ready to own this world and totally kill it. Look at me, look at your future. We're rich from our divorces, darling." Athena looks over to see the bimbo. The hair looks entirely fake, damn near a wig. The bimbo's face is slathered in makeup and fake tan. It's been botoxed to hide the ravages of tanning and time. Her lips... overinflated. Bimbo's neck looks wrinkled, and her arms are flabby. Bimbo is dressed in a fancy dress, custom made and worth thousands. It comes with a steep neckline, and has a large slit in the dress. What looks conservative really just shows off her body. Something manufactured with liposuction, Botox, boob lifts and butt lifts.
Athena looks down and sees she's wearing the mini-version of the dress, tailor made for her tight body and smaller bosom. Her legs spread, and wearing the same high heels as Bimbo. She cranes her head back and opens her overinflated lips. "Nooo, I dont want this," she cries out in the same smoker and boozer voice as Bimbo.
"Hey you alright Athena? You were talking with yourself again," a voice tells her. It's a masculine voice, somewhat insecure, but masked with a sheen of assertiveness. Athena looks up from her sleep and sees him. Henry. The target of her massive crush that she could never ever reveal. The guy with the piercing blue eyes that just stopped Athena's heart. The intelligence behind his eyes. God. She was just gawking at him with moonstruck eyes. Her face flushed. Anyone could see it, and Henry was just a little too intimidated by her status. Or maybe it wasn't status, maybe both were just locked into a bullshit game of chicken where neither wanted to admit their feelings outweighed their brains.
"Yeah, I'm like... ya know? Kinda worried about college n stuff?" Athena speaks, with that annoying up tone that Henry has grown to hate. He hated how Athena, you know what? He was going to say something about it. "Athena, you don't need to talk like this. You always go full valley girl. I'm tired of that crap. You're just as smart as I am. You don't need this whole 'im totally asking a question with every other word' crap. It's not cute at all."
"But like... isn't uh..like a cheer captain supposed to be all-"
"No. You're supposed to be the backbone of the community. The girl everyone else looks up to. You're not some mean girls stereotype. You're Athena. You're fucking valedictorian. I'm second place. You're a woman who keeps going on about how you're going to end up president. We're both going to the same out of state university, together. Look..." Henry goes on for a good minute before he realizes that Athena's been looking at him with a mixed expression.
She's staring at him, her eyes moving a mile a minute. She's clearly computing quite a lot. He loves her. She loves him. His words pelted her core, melting away the sugary sweet temptation of bimbohood. A stray few strands of dirty blonde hair fall down. Henry stops talking, walks over, kneels down and fixes the loose strand. He closes the gap. Athena shivers. He cranes his head down. Their lips gently land on each other. Their hearts beating in sync. Their passion grows by the millisecond as they
"AHEM!" A loud voice yells.
