Tara's Festival Uniform

The redheaded Tara stepped forward. “All right,” she said, “let’s get this over with.”

“No problem,” said Millicent, who immediately pointed the wand at Tara and murmured the trigger phrase.

The swirling blur moved quickly over Tara and was done in moments. Tara was now wearing a short flippy skirt—black with hot pink pleats—and her top was a tight-fitting, low-cut halter-top with the same color scheme.

“Oh, come on!” said the redheaded Tara, holding up a pair of black and pink pom-poms. “A cheerleader?!”

Millicent smiled. “Go team!” she said.

At Millicent’s words, Tara’s hands shot straight up and she began shaking the pom-poms and cheering.

“Yayyyyyy!” she said. “Go team go!”

Suddenly realizing what she was doing, Tara froze, pom-poms still raised. Cheeks red, the pom-poms then dropped back to her hips.

“Yes,” said Millicent, smiling. “A cheerleader. Would you prefer a stripper?”

Tara looked at the ground and shook her head.

“Very good,” said Millicent. “And remember...go team!”

Bit burst into another bout of vapid cheering. I laughed out loud.

Millicent smiled. “Don’t laugh too loud, Nicole,” she said, “because you’re next.”

I sighed, but there was no way around it. I stepped forward.