Nadine's head was spinning, had she known what it meant to be drunk, or high, or even having had a massive blow to the head, she would have had something to compare the sensation to, but old Nadine was a quite, cautious, reserved and most certainly the least likely to be found drinking, smoking, or doing anything dangerous enough to give her a head injury. For one thing there was the oddness of the clothes, a cheerleader outfit is designed at once to put you on display, while being modest as well so that Nadine didn't feel uncomfortable in what she was wearing, quiet the opposite in fact, she felt very very comfortable, while also feeling, and here was the new thing, pretty. Nadine suddenly found herself being the best looking person in the room (by far) and at this moment that was the only thing that really made sense in her mind. As she noticed the make up on her face, or the style of her hair, or even the way she was standing, well it all made a certain amount of sense for a Cheer captain to look this way and her thoughts seemed to know what her mind didn't. The dim reflection from a window both confirmed what she already had a mental image of in her mind as herself and shocked her at the same time. What did the bible say? Raw Raw Sis Boom Ba? Go Fight Win? Where facts used to be other ideas now sat at the ready. For the wish had made her two things, and two things alone, Nadine and the Head Cheerleader, and the deeper Nadine would dig into herself the more Cheerleader she would find there. If you were to drop her into desert island she would create a social heirarchy, make herself the leader, and then get everyone excited about something so that they would cheer, it was in her bones now, she had to do it, and she didn't find herself in a desert island at all.
The first person to talk to her was still terrifying, if only because she didn't know that person, or what to say to that person or why that person would even want to talk to her. She was only saved by the fact that the dark haired girl in the fancy dress was paying her a compliment, and so all she had to do was say thanks, which she did with some uncertainly in her voice, which the girl took as an invitation and reached out her hand.
"Athena...I'm a big fan" the first word didn't matter as much as the last few did, because those were the only words that made sense to her, of course she'd have fans, she was the head cheerleader.
