Call her biggest bluff

"Cindy," you ask her calmly, "As I recall, ever since you were ten, you always wore loose clothes until your first year of high school, suddenly showing off your ample chest."

"Yeah," she responds, slightly confused, "What of it?"

"And," you say, "call me a fly on the wall all you want, but I've also got it on good authority you're above the stereotype placed on cheerleaders." Cindy looks at you as if you just explained Calculus in Shakespeare's version of the English language. "I heard you're not some slut who rips her top off when she's off the field, even though every man, and some women, think about you when they fuck themselves. Is this true?" you ask, making sure she can't lie.

"Of course, I have to bring some dignity back to the role of cheerleader," she snaps at you. "Listen, if you think this is humiliating ..."

"Yet, somehow, every week, I see you clinging to a different guy's arm, correct?" you ask, building confidence in your voice.

"Yeah." Cindy turns to Sarah and says smugly, "Some man you've got JJ; he's listing my good points. I think he wants me more than you."

"So tell me," you ask, titling your head up smiling, "Why were those guys glad to be rid of you? You are something right from a wet dream, shouldn't they be upset?"

"They were all just perverts who wanted me to tit fuck them before the first date."

"I won't deny they were pervs," you say, setting off the sprinklers. "But, Cindy, can you blame them? I mean, look, your tits are getting bigger as we speak."

Everyone's gaze is directed at Cindy's breasts, and they are in fact getting bigger, but her top isn't getting wet for very long. You call out to the other cheerleaders, "Say, girls, did any of you ever get a good look at Cindy when she was changing? And did she ever shower in front of any of you?" Everyone finally pieces together what you were doing and begin laughing hysterically.

One of the girls calls out, "Nope, never. She was always changed before we got there and always showered at home."

"Cindy," you say straight faced, "You stuff with super absorbent paper towels, right?" Instead of answering, Cindy runs to across the field to her car, passing at east a dozen students, all of whom she dated at one point, who **** her mercilessly. Finally clearing the field, Cindy get in her car and drives off, speeding slightly. With a couple more wishes, you let your work unfold around you.

One of the cheerleaders, you think her name is Ashley, comes over to you two and says, "James, that was fucking awesome. By the way, how'd you know Cindy was a stuffer?"

"Well, it was just a guess, though I did have plenty of reason to think that. I just needed to keep her out here long enough to let the sprinklers prove it for me."

"Nice," Ashley turns to Sarah, "JJ, since Cindy's probably not coming back for a while, want to fill in for her? I'd be head cheerleader, but, when you tried out, we all thought you would make a great cheerleader, plus your breasts would definitely attract a bigger and more spirited crowd to the games. The only reason you didn't get on in the first place was because of Cindy."

Sarah, smiling wider than the Cheshire Cat, says to Ashley, "Well, I need to think about it, but I'll get back to you." With that, Sarah leads you back into the building to a place where you can talk in private.

"You rule," she says excited, "You get me the chance to get on the squad and make Cindy a stuffer. When we're done here, just name your terms, and they're yours, you are so worth it."

"Thanks," you say to her, "but I didn't make Cindy a stuffer, I always thought she was, and, after wishing into her past, I was able to confirm it. I just used it to our advantage. Neat huh?"

"Very. Now come on, just a couple more, and I can think about the cheer offer you got me."