New bodies, new outfits

The group of girls went upstairs, following the directions and entering a large, mostly unfurnished room. Casey had followed Caleb and Javier, the others towing behind. Lucas was quiet, small sniffs and a heavy breath all she could muster. Clearly the change hadn't gone as smoothly for her as the rest. Cass spoke no words either, having nothing much to offer. He could only imagine what sort of clothes the Beta Psi boys had put together for them and the dread at what they might be **** to wear kept him locked in thought. No one else spoke, Will and Jordan both awkwardly following the rest, still adjusting to moving in their remade bodies.

The room was bare apart from a large bed and a dresser by it. A built-in wardrobe was set against the far wall, one door ajar. Casey looked to the others before he sighed, heading towards it. "They're going to make us dress up in bikinis or something, aren't they?" Will said, a slight lisp caused by her braces. "I don't think we took those pills just because." Caleb said, sounding irritated. She looked at Casey and the two of them edged towards the wardrobe while the rest of the girls hung back nervously.

Casey opened the doors to the wardrobe, Caleb just behind. Cass sighed, his chest heaved with the motion and caused a small tingle to rush through him. It wasn't quite bikinis or lingerie but it wasn't much better. "And?" Jordan asked, eyes wide she tried to peer in and see. Lucas had stopped her self-pity to watch too, Javier also shifting for a better view. "They're such assholes..." Casey muttered. Caleb snorted as she pulled out the first piece of one of their outfits. "Agreed." She tossed the item of clothing behind her onto the bed, allowing everyone else to see. It was a cheerleader tank top, emblazoned with Howl's initials and colors. Slowly, the others joined Casey and Caleb by the wardrobe and unloaded the rest. A dozen or more cheerleader outfits came forth. But all slutty versions fit only for Halloween and pornos.

"Not very imaginative are they?" Commented Will, picking up a mini skirt which looked like it would hide next to nothing. "Their douche frat bros, of course not." Casey responded, sighing as he looked closer. "Fuck me..." In one delicate hand he leaned down and pulled forth a pair of heels, at least six inches. Strappy, slutty and straight from a stripper's closet. There were more pairs, ranging in sizes and details but largely the same. Slowly they all pulled out enough outfits for each of them, having to guess their sizes for the most part. Javier discovered a large selection of female underwear in the dresser much to the dismay of the rest of them. Lacy panties, thongs, bikini style bottoms. Very few offered any form of real coverage or modesty. Reluctantly they all resigned themselves to finding the most decent clothes they could manage and set about changing. Despite himself, Casey had no sense of discomfort or embarrassment about changing down around the other girls. They all turned away but there were only so many places to turn to. 'It's not my body after all.' he thought to himself, shrugging off his shirt and quickly reaching for the tight tank top. He sensed eyes upon him and glanced round, Javier watching intently. She turned away when their eyes met, quickly losing her own top and fitting into the cheerleader's get up.

Casey dropped the towel he had been using to cover his lower half, allowing his new and spectacular rear to be free. He pulled down his underwear, freeing his ass from the wedgie the ill-fitting material had been giving him. Taking a second, even though he was flashing his ass to the other girls, Casey looked down, taking a shuddering breath as he saw his pussy again. The moment passed and he pulled up the lacy black booty shorts he'd found, followed by the small skirt, barely reaching his lower thigh and only covering two-thirds of his ass. He put on the shoes without thinking really, something he only noticed when he was finishing tightening the straps. It seemed like he already new how to do it. 'Perhaps these pills change more than just appearances' he mused.

Walking over to the door, he assessed himself in the mirror, a small gasp escaping his lips. No, her lips. The figure in the mirror was not Casey Witlock. Whoever she was, it wasn't Cass. The blonde gazing back at Casey was nothing short of every red-blooded man's dream. An hourglass figure captured in a sexy cheer fit, her tits bursting against the tank top and a deep valley of cleavage on display from the 'v' shape cut into it. Her wide hips splayed out the skirt and the black heels only pushed out her assets more. Casey blinked, watching herself blink back in the mirror. The other girls crowded round, all seeming to experience the same sort of epiphany as Casey. Whoever they'd been an hour ago, whoever they were before the pill was gone. Physically at the very least, perhaps deeper too.

Silence hung in the air before Casey turned to her fellow X-Change sisters. "Fuck it." She said, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes for a moment. "Let's get this done." Casey led them all back down, each girl now a perfect fit for Howl's cheer squad, should they moonlight as strippers on the weekends.

Downstairs, the sound of several heeled feet send an excited murmur through the crowd of Beta Psi boys. Elliot and Jamie exchanged concerned looks. "You boys ready, huh? You get to watch your less fortunate pledge buddies play another round of Lucky Dip." Kai grinned, leaning into them both. "Should be even more entertaining. A more 'hands on' game." He snickered to himself and the comment mate both Elliot and the rest of the unchanged pledges shift uncomfortably. Fate had saved them from whatever they were about to witness but it made it no less difficult to put up with.