Claire becomes a cheerleader

Claire had always wanted to be a cheerleader. She had never been good at gymnastics, though, and her parents couldn't afford for her to take lessons. She looked out the window and saw the squad warming up and decided this was her chance. According to the bracelet, all she needed to do was spend time around them, right?

She left her advisory and did something she had never done before... she skipped class. She felt a thrill of excitement mixed with dread of having to lie to her teacher, but she needed to know if this could work. If it didn't, then she would just fake being sick or something. She walked over to the football field and found a seat by the bleachers. One of the coaches, a very intimidating woman in her 50's came over to her.

"What are you doing here, this is a private session."

"Oh," Claire said, her brain scrambling. "I'm in a journalism class and wanted to write about dedication in sports and... I didn't want to spend time with the football team?" She hoped that was a convincing enough excuse. The woman thought it over and told Claire to stay out of the way, but that she was glad the squad was getting some attention.

Claire watched the cheerleaders. They were so effortlessly charismatic. Their fit, sexy bodies and their perfect smiles. They oozed charm. They loved the attention, that was something that Claire never understood. She jumped, suddenly feeling the bracelet spring to life. It hummed and vibrated, but it felt good. Once Claire got over being startled, she began enjoying the sensation. It felt like a massage that was spreading up her arm, into her body.

She began looking out at the cheerleaders and new thoughts crept into her head. She stopped wishing she could do the flips and gymnastics maneuvers and began thinking that she could do them too, if she was given the chance. She stopped staring at them in awe and began wishing that they were all watching her. Claire smiled and giggled to herself. Maybe this bracelet thing does work. That thought scared her, but it felt too good to stop. She suddenly had confidence in herself.

The humming continued as Claire watched practice and subtly, very very subtly, her body changed. Her skinny frame began to fill out with muscle. Her nothing ass became round and firm, her arms were toned, her stomach grew abs. She felt herself grow stronger... sexier. She had a compulsion to take off her baggy hoodie and without even thinking, she did. She noticed some of the boys on the squad watching her and she paused briefly as her shirt lifted, showing off her sexy flat stomach. She smiled at them and blew them a kiss. God, she was loving how she was feeling. The bracelet pulsed and soothed her and she began to feel really good. Maybe even a little horny. She sauntered down to the coach, her head full of confidence.

"Mind if I try some moves?"

"Aren't you a journalist?"

"Yeah," Claire said. "But just watch this." Without hesitation, she ran and did a round off into a backflip, landing perfectly in control. She smiled and flipped her hair once she noticed everyone was watching her. The coach smiled and called her back.

"Alright little miss show off. Why don't you run with us today as a sort of audition."

Claire smiled and laughed. She couldn't believe what was happening. A day ago, she would have been happy just to be looked at by the cheerleaders and now she was going to become one! She spent the rest of the day with the squad and showed off her skills. By the end of the day, she was the talk of the town, everyone was getting to know her and she loved the attention. She tried on one of the uniforms back in the locker room and noticed one of the girls filming her. She naturally struck a sexy pose and smiled, loving the feeling of showing off her new gorgeous body.