Mona Winters

Mona Winters could hardly wait to show her friends what she had in the four white boxes she had in her car. A smile crossed her lips as she drove to her friend Becky's house. She and the two others were known as the Springdale Estates Soccer Moms. The three women were all in their late thirties and lived in the Springdale subdivision. It was a rather affluent neighborhood that each of the wealthy wives called home with their families. The kids and husbands were all at various functions tonight as the ladies were gathering at Becky's for tea and Mona's promised surprise. She could hardly contain her excitement. With the Halloween party they were all to attend just weeks away, Mona had managed to get the perfect set of costumes for her and her friends.

As soon as she pulled into the driveway, Mona climbed out of her car and began unloading four large boxes to bring inside. Mona was a striking woman, with fire red hair and a wonderful figure. She and her friends had managed to all stay in fabulous shape despite the approach of middle age and the rigors of children. Heading up to the front door Mona was met by her friend Becky. Becky was of Asian descent, with pretty black hair that she often kept in a pony tail. She had the prettiest green eyes. Seeing the packages Mona was carrying Becky excitedly said, "Are those the costumes!?!" Mona practically squealed, "I got 'em!"

Followed by Becky, Mona headed into the living room with her bounty. Inside she saw mousy little Anne, the final member of their little trio. Anne was a shy but pretty little woman, with shoulder length brown hair and glasses. She looked rather nervous, "I take it those are the costumes you said you were getting." Anne wasn't entirely comfortable with having Mona pick out their costumes for the Halloween party, considering Mona's taste as being a little too risque. As the three sat down, Mona passed two of the packages to her friends and kept the last one for herself. "I was cruising the Internet, looking for ideas as to what we could wear for the party, when a pop-up ad came on." Clearing her throat a bit, Mona continued, "The ad was for the outfits we have right here. I think they'll be perfect!"

The three women began to open the packages. Anne was the first to speak on forcing hers open, "What the heck is this?" Becky, smile coming to her face said "Are these what I think they are?" Mona began to pull her costume out as she educated her friends. "Their copies of the outfits those Cheerleader Hostage Gang ladies wore!" Becky could hardly contain her excitement, "These are going to be great! We'll be the talk of the party!" Anne, as usual was apprehensive, "I don't know girls, isn't this a little creepy. I mean dressing up like those poor women, and I think these little outfits are a bit too revealing." Mona sighed, "Oh Anne, your always such a spoil-sport." Anne blushed a bit as Mona continued, "Everyone has been talking about those ladies for months, and now that their free it isn't like we'll be making fun of them. Besides, all three of us are plenty cute enough to pull this off. You're a hot little number and will look just as good as Becky and me in these outfits. Besides, you promised you'd dress with us." "At least try them on Annie." Becky chimed in. "Okay, okay, I'll put it on." Anne relented.

With ooohs and ahhhs, and funny little banter, the three friends began to undress there in the living room. Finally down to their bras and panties they began to don their costumes. "They should be perfect fits, what with the measurements I provided and all. " Mona reassured them. First the ladies began to slip a strange pantyhose like body-stocking on, slowly sliding them up their bodies. "These are supposed to look just like those Sense-things they wore." Mona told them. "Creepy!" Becky laughed. Anne looked very uncomfortable as she finally slid her body stocking completely into place, pushing her arms, hands, and fingers outward into it. Next, all three pulled on the short white pleated skirts that they pulled out of their packages. "Geez these are short..." Anne nervously observed. Mona and Becky just laughed at her discomfort. Next, each lady donned the blue halter top with white star on the chest. Their tight confines left little to the imagination as far as the ladies' breasts were concerned. Anne blushed without restraint. Each woman next retrieved the footwear the boxes provided. Sitting down, then standing while putting each foot in turn up onto he coffee table, the three friends pulled the white, high-heeled go-go boots on, sliding the zippers up into place. "God, their like something a stripper would wear." Anne said, embarrassment in bloom. "You're such a prude Annie." Becky laughed. Finally, the three pulled out white pom-poms.

Now fully clothed as Cheerleaders, the three took in the spectacle. Anne looked profoundly uncomfortable. Mona and Becky admired themselves unashamedly. "We look fantastic!" Becky squealed. "We are going to be a hit at the party girls" Mona agreed. As the three ladies stood there, adjusting their new costumes, something suddenly ended their revelry. All three violently convulsed, shuddering as a strange sensation gripped them. All three's posture went ramrod straight. Standing there in a strange at-attention pose the three friends were shocked into silence. Finally Anne managed to ask, "W-what's happening, what is this Mona?!?" Mona, pale as a ghost, just didn't know what to say, her shock complete. Becky, frightened beyond belief said "I can't move! Why can't I move!" All three struggled to move of their own accord, but found their bodies frozen into position. "Oh my god, it's just like those women!!!" Anne yelped, realization taking hold. Before any of them could manage a reply, their bodies shuddered into action. All three marched from the living room, hips swaying suggestively as their bodies walked them from the out into the hall. As they walked on the wooden floor, heeled boots clicking in perfect rhythm, the three friends could only manage to watch in horror as their helpless bodies were compelled to act on someone else's whim.

The three went into Becky's husbands den. As Becky's costumed body sat before his computer, the other two women took up positions behind her. Becky's sheathed hands took up positions on the keyboard and mouse and began to act. "Oh my god, I'm not doing any of this, I'm not working the computer!" As the screens changed, suddenly a chat box came up. On the white screen, blue letters issued forth. Mona read them aloud, "Hello there ladies. You don't know me personally, but I am sure you've heard of me. I'm the gentlemen who assembled those Hostage Cheerleaders you so foolishly wanted to dress as for Halloween." Anne began to cry as Becky muttered, "Oh god...". Anne continued to read as the words scrolled on the screen, "A couple of months ago, I was deprived of the cheerleader squad I so painstakingly assembled. Fortunately I managed to find Mona on the Internet. Taking advantage of your desire for smashing costumes, I have now assembled a new squad. You lovely ladies are going to do quite nicely!" The three women looked at each other in horror. It was inconceivable, how could ordinary soccer moms like them fall victim to something like this. Again, words sprang forth on the screen as the ladies read, "Now, pay attention ladies, we have much to discuss. I have such marvelous plans for you three!!!!!"