Something to cheer about

The girls began filing into Sandra's house, with the bewildered lesbian just standing aside, her jaw hanging open. I realized suddenly where the stone was!
"Who's the ballerina?" asked Karyn, looking at me with disgust. Then the face seemed to register. "What's going on here? What, is she your little bitch?"
Poor Sandra just looked at me helplessly. I could have tiptoed over to comfort her, but the stone came first! I started gracefully climbing the stairs, aware that they were all looking up my tutu as I went. It was actually a little hot. Once I got to the room, I started scrounging around for the stone. I had to go through all of Sandra's clothes and my old cheerleading uniform. Eventually, I found it, and had to try to think of a safe place to stash it. Suddenly, Sandra burst into the room and slammed the door. A second later there was a loud thump. On the other side was a mass of moaning, horny cheerleaders crying out for her. She looked at me, then noticed I had something in my hand.
"What are you doing? What are you? Some kind of witch?!"
"No, no," I said, backing up defensively, "It's this... this stone."
I don't know why I chose then to start being honest. Sandra gave me a look that could kill.
"Yeah? Well there's a house full of crazed bimbos on the other side of this door. It sounds great on paper, but they're... well, let's just say they're going to B-E agressive."
I looked down at the stone and suddenly had an idea. I couldn't undo the damage, but I could smooth the situation over.
"I wish all the cheerleaders were submissive to Sandra," I said. There was a tingle and a brief spark from the stone. Suddenly, the banging that had been sounding on the door stopped.
After a moment, Sandra tentatively opened the door and saw the entire squad with their heads aimed at the floor in shame.
"We're so sorry," said Sarah McMillan, "Forgive us," She looked up with big, sad brown eyes.
Sandra turned back to me, then looked at the girls. She held up a single finger signaling them to wait for just a second, then closed the door and stepped over to me.
"Give me the stone," she said.
You intend to step back and even jump out the window if necessary, hoping your ballet and cheerleading skills will help you land, but instead you hand the stone over, then put your arms behind your back and wait. Damn! You realize now that you're still one of the cheerleaders! You're submissive to Sandra!
"This grants wishes?" she asks, her hand shaking.
"Yes," you say. You want to say more, but for some reason you only want to speak when spoken to.
"All right... then I wish your tutu was a..." she trailed off for a second, obviously thinking of something to test the power.