Off to Cheer Camp

After a few moments of staring at his—or rather, her—newly transformed reflection, Walter let out a breathless, feminine laugh. The sensation was still settling; he felt lighter, more supple, yet strangely heavy in all the wrong places for an old man. His skin was smooth, his waist was narrow, and the weight of those new curves was a constant, pulsing reminder of the spell’s success.

"This is... incredible," she whispered, her voice sounding exactly like Alison's, but with a slight tremor of excitement.

He—she—looked at the calendar on the laptop. Tomorrow was the start of the 'Elite Spirit Cheer Camp.' It was a week-long intensive training session that Alison had been talking about for months. With the real Alison stuck in a hospital bed recovering from her sudden illness, the spot was technically vacant.

A mischievous thought began to bloom in Walter's mind. If he could look exactly like her, why not be her? He could go to the camp! He wouldn't just be attending; he would be living her life while she recovered.

"It’s for her sake," Walter told himself, trying to justify the sheer audacity of the plan as he smoothed his hands over his new hips. "A little substitution to keep her spirit up!"

Mere minutes later, the 'new' Alison was busy packing. It was a surreal experience. Every time she caught her reflection in the hallway mirror, she gasped. Walter looked so much like his darling daughter—the same lithe frame, the same bright eyes, and that stunningly feminine silhouette.

He found himself browsing through Alison’s closet, pulling out the cheerleader uniforms to see if they would fit. He picked up her signature pleated skirt and a tight, sleeveless cheer top. As he held them up against his new body, his heart raced.

"They'll fit perfectly," she muttered with a blush.