Arrange a mother-daughter meeting.

"I don't see how coming later would've helped," you finally say honestly.

"Well, I could've worked something out... And changed," she says.

"Oh!" you say simply, shrugging. You then add, "Well, I think you look OK. You definitely have the body for a cheerleader, if they had them at your age."

"Really?" she asks, and you nod. "It's too bad they don't," she says disappointedly.

"Well, that's just it!" you tell her. "I could change that!"

"John!" she says. "I don't think one student could cause that big a change in the school by themselves!"

"I know!" you say, laughing. "I meant I could change your age!"

She looks at you, clearly confused.

"It was something that happened while I was in the hospital!" you say. "I can't explain it either! Anyway, I could change your age, so you could go back, and experience school as a student-age cheerleader!"

"Really?!" she asks again.

When you nod this time, she smiles. She then runs up, hugging you, and you enjoy the feeling of her uniform-covered body against you. Just then, you get another idea.

"But first, I'd like to see if you or your daughter looks better in the uniform!" you tell her.