Cheerleader practice

As you stand in the middle of the street taking in the sight of all the sexy business attire you start to wonder how your wishes have affected the cheerleaders' outfits. Looking at your watch you realize that they'd be hitting the field soon for practice, along with the football players. With a wish you transport yourself behind the stands and walk around to take a seat with a clear view of the cheerleaders.

And what a view. Your breath catches as you spot the girls new uniforms, skirts that are only 3" long, they don't even start to cover their butt cheeks and come with built in g-strings. Their tops are nothing but pieces of triangular shaped material, just wide enough to cover their nipples with thin straps holding it all in place. In the middle of the material is of course the school logo; finally the outfit is topped off with thigh-high 5" heels, all in the school color of Crimson. "Damn!" you say to yourself as you remember to breathe again.

"Heads up!" someone calls out. You look towards the voice just in time to see the football screaming towards your head. It's too quick though and it crashes into your head and travels skyward. Its speed greatly reduced, you manage to catch it on the way down.

"Yeah good aim!" you call back with a hint of annoyance as you throw it towards the group of players the projectile originated from. Focusing back on the cheerleaders you take in their dance moves, there seems to be an added sense of sexuality to the moves, hips gyrating, chests thrusting out. It is all really quite stimulating.

"Hey wise guy!" you are snapped out of your revere by the looming shadow and the attitude in the voice. Looking up and you see it is the football player who threw the ball at you; "You got something to say about my aim?" David asks as he picks you up by the scruff of your top.

"No, nothing to say, just compliments," you reply trying to diffuse the situation.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," David states forcefully pushing you back into your seat, "Punk ass looser!" he adds as he walks away. You quickly regain your composure and kick yourself at being made a fool of and not using your powers to sort him out.

Never mind, you think to yourself as you watch the cheerleaders again, their sexual appeal soothing your soul, I'll get him yet, **** is a dish best served cold. You return your focus on the cheering girls.