...and when the flash fades...

You see the street again, the coach, the man, the cheerleaders -

No.

Not exactly.

Cheerleaders are attractive, you know that, even if you couldn't place any of the women outside if they were out of uniform. Now, though....

Now they've been replaced by women who look like something out of a porn shoot. What were once short skirts and brief tops now look painted on, painted onto curves that stretch the barely-there material almost to breaking point. Necklines dive to reveal deep cleavage, and as the wails of shock that you can hear even through the window start up, and the cheerleaders turn to each other in incomprehension, skirts flip up to reveal nothing underneath.

The second flash comes without warning, but this time it seems to take a shorter time to fade.

When your eyes clear again, you watch the man walk forward down the street, the same broad smile still on his face, echoed by the silly grins plastered on each of the cheerleader's faces.

What fear they'd shown has gone. Now, they primp and preen as the man walks slowly towards them, twirling long strands of lustrous hair around their fingers, giggling. Those few who had grasped at each other for comfort still have their arms wrapped around each other, but now they move with purpose, touching, caressing.

You recoil, and feel your back hit against the display behind you.

A few of the cheerleaders are already stripping, or being stripped, out of their clothes, so by the time the man reaches the group and two of them spring forward to start tugging his off too, you aren't surprised.

If you even can be surprised anymore.

Your mind reels as you try to think. This is impossible. You know that. You must be hallucinating, or you've been ****, or something. You try pinching your arm; nothing happens. The display against your back feels solid enough. None of this feels like a dream.... only the impossible things happening tell the lie to that.

Licking your lips, you rock forward onto your knees, and peer through the window again.

The cheerleaders have organised themselves, or been organised; there's a pile of discarded uniforms in the middle of the street, and a pile of naked flesh rolls on top of it. Standing in front of it, watching with pleasure, the man stands naked as two of the girls bend over his cock, their mouths at work licking along its length as he looks on the scene. He seems.... preoccupied.

If you're going to get out of here, now's the time. The question is; once you get away - if you get away - where are you going to go?