This morning had you told Zoe that she would be doing Yoga with half the cheerleading squad she would have told you to fuck off. Had you told her she would have gone because her friend Athena was turned into a cheerleader by a post it note, and she had been bound to be her best friend by magic, she would have rolled her eyes and walked away from you.
Now she was borrowing a pair of yoga pants from a room which belonged to a much cuter, much shorter, and much bubblier cheerleader version of her friend Athena's room. At least they were black and not pink, except for the pink stripe down the middle, still they were better than what Athena was wearing, which were white with a pink stripe and a matching pink with a white stripe work out shirt. The new Athena was a bit smaller than Zoe was, now only 5'2" compared to Zoe's 5'4", so the pants were a little snug and clung to her backside like a glove. Zoe was embarrassed and almost wouldn't go out.
"I'm not a slutty show off." Zoe protested
"It's not about that. Trust me, it's how they are supposed to look. Look at me." Athena did a little turn to show off how her pants clung as well to her, though not quite as tight as they did to Zoe.
"I wish I looked as good as you do in those." Athena said " You'll get nothing but good attention."
Zoe had never been concerned with good attention before, in fact quite the opposite, she wanted people to leave her alone. Zoe was unsure.
"Just come on, it won't be a big deal." (and if it is you should be proud) Athena thought to herself.
With that Athena pushed Zoe towards the door.
(this is going to be a tougher friendship than I thought.) was the thought that went through both of their minds as they traveled to the Gym.
