I locked my door before opening my closet door. In the panic of last night, I had overlooked the intricacies of my bedroom, like what clothes had been replaced by Roland's game.
Throwing open the closet door, my jaw dropped. What caught my eye first was a cheerleader uniform hanging as one set: the sleeveless top and skirt.
Me? I was a cheerleader? That couldn't be right. I had memories from my life, not Roland's creation, but MY LIFE of getting hard over the cheerleaders in my classes on game days when they were allowed to wear their uniform. I used to toss my pens down as an excuse to sneak a peak up their skirts and I would store a stash of cheerleader pictures on my iphone for masturbation at home.
The thought that I was a cheerleader in this reality, that I had been the object of who knows how many boys lust as they held my cheer pictures in one hand while beating their meat with the other gave me a chill.
One of my fondest memory with my older brother, Lloyd, was when I helped him stand on my shoulders to snap pictures of the cheerleaders in their locker room. Those pictures were golden and Lloyd and I used to rate the cheerleaders and tell both rumors and fantasies of each of them.
What were those memories in this Roland's game world? Did Lloyd still do that in this reality with a cheerleader sister? Who would've helped him if that were the case? Certainly not our little brother!
I shook my head, drowning out the thought. Rummaging through the closet made me bite my lip as I saw crop tops and tight-fitting blouses and leggings that I used to love seeing girls wear. It was as if my wish backfired so effectively it filled my closest with all the clothes I wanted my ideal girlfriend to wear.
In the end, I wore something modest, likely something either Mom or Dad would've bought for me in this new reality. A lavendar blouse and a pair of ripped blue jeans. Casual. Not too sexual. Something even I could be comfortable with for my first day as this girl... Crystal.
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