See Jennifer's first raiding

Jennifer cringes to feel her singlet shrink again, the last of her butt cheek emerging from around her wedgie. To make it worse, the next clip up on her presentation starts out with a sassy cheerleader strutting down the academy halls like she owns the place. There's a murmur running through the audience as everyone realizes this girl is a younger version of her.

"Jenny!" says Yiantra, stopping the girl and gazing down at her with hands on hips. "Somebody has been rummaging through my underwear drawer again. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

The young Jenny rolls her eyes, blowing a big bubble with her gum and letting it pop.

"If you're responsible for this, I will find out, young lady," says Yiantra.

"What's wrong?" says Jenny, crossing her arms under her breasts to accentuate her large bust. "Don't want anyone to find out about all that padding in your bras?"

"That's..." says Yiantra, going pink in the face. She looks around to see if anyone heard her, then changes the subject. "Listen, I need you to do something for me. We just got a new student, and I don't have the time to orient him, so as the head cheerleader, I would appreciate if you can show him around."

The new student steps into view behind the elf.

"Pass," says Jenny.

"Jenny, you are hanging by a thread," says Yiantra. "One more transgression, and you're out of the cheerleader squad. Or you can do this one thing, and buy yourself a little grace."

The girl groans. "What's its name?"

"He doesn't really have a name," says Yiantra. "He's a recent rescue. No family, no background..."

"This is so fucking lame."

"And that language isn't doing you any favors, either!"

Jenny relents, and finds herself leading the new student through the hall. She casts a glance back at him, smirking at how he's watching her skirt sway.

"You got a fetish yet?" she says.

"No, I just find girls pretty," he replies.

"No, a _fetish. _As in fetish magic. Not a sexual fetish."

"I guess no, then. How do I get one?"

"It just happens, if you've got the spark. One day, during a period of intense emotion, you discover the object that gives you your power. You want to be careful, though, so you don't end up with something stupid."

"What's your 'fetish'?"

"Respect. Everyone in the school loves me, and that gives me power. It's a pretty great system. A lot of the faculty think that I'm the Chosen One."

"What's that?"

"It's a prophesy about a fetish mage who turns heads with remarkable displays of beauty wherever she goes, destined to take on the Evil Queen and free the land from her rule."

"So, you can do magic, right? That sounds pretty cool."

Jenny grins, enjoying the admiration of yet another underling. She decides it's time for a proper demonstration. They enter the cafeteria, and she jumps up on a table to whistle for everyone's attention.

"See my booty, see my chest! In all the school, who is the best?" she cheers, doing a quick routine.

"Jenny!" comes her reply.

Feeling the power bestowed by her classmates' admiration she picks out one of her rivals from the crowd: A gorgeous, leggy black elf named Tambria. With a wave of her finger, Jenny causes Tambria's skirt to explode into fibers.

Tambria looks down in horror at her exposed white panties. She screams, trying to pull her shirt down over herself before the school can get too good of a look. Away she runs, her panty-clad butt twinkling at her laughing classmates. The new student watches with wide eyes.

"Did you see that?" says Jenny, blowing cockily on her finger. "That's what power looks like."

"Wow, that is one beautiful girl," says the new student.

Jenny looks at him, annoyed.

"I really liked her round areas," says the new student. "Wouldn't mind seeing them without the undies on. ...But, uh, wasn't she kind of upset when you made her skirt go away?"

"Pshaw," says Jenny. "That wasn't upsetting. Do you see anyone here looking upset? No, it was fun! And that's why everyone loves me!"

"Taking her clothes off is fun? And it makes everyone love you?"

"Of course! And..."

Jenny trails off when the new student takes her firmly by her cheerleader dress. Before she can say anything, he's yanked it up over her head, exposing a tight little body in hot-pink underwear.

The school gasps. Jenny is frozen for a second, trying to process what just happened to her.

"Hey, what's in here?" says the new student, taking her by the bra strap.

"No, WAIT!"

She tries to fend him off, but it's too late: The bra ends up in his hands, and a pair of large, rubber falsies bounce across the floor. The cafeteria is suddenly abuzz with the revelation that Jenny's famous boobs are fake.

Grabbing her washboard chest, Jenny hunches over and makes a dash for the door. She doesn't get far before the new student has her by the back of the underpants.

"No, not the panties!" she says. "I swear, if you take off my panties, you will be so sorry! I am powerful! This is my school! I will ruin you!"

"Your areas aren't as round as the other girl's, but you're still pretty cute," says the new student.

He yanks her panties away. The school stares with amazement at the ass and girlhood of their head cheerleader, an ass and girlhood that many had fantasized about, but nobody had ever actually seen before.

She scrambles to her feet and tries to run. A few strides in, she realizes that there's something wrong. Her feet are no longer touching the floor, causing her to pump her legs in futility while the world watches her ass jiggle. When she looks back, she sees her panties burning away in the new student's clutch.

"Hey, I think I just did magic!" he says. "That's pretty cool. How do I get more of these things so that I can do it again?