The Cheerleader's Uniform

Mary pulled the leather pleated skirt on without knowing what it was supposed to be. It wasn't until she started to put the top on that she realized what the outfit was. A Cheerleader's Uniform, all in black leather. "Oh christ," she murmered as she pulled it on. Talking her way out of this situation while wearing that was going to be a pain, but she was out of time.

The door opened and a man entered. "What are you doing down there," he asked, squinting against the change of light. He started down the stairs. "Are you homeless? Did you sleep down here?" he asked, pointing to her bare feet. "No, I..." Mary started, but faltered when she turned to gesture to the mannequins.

All of them but the one her outfit had came from had vanished. "W, where...," she stammered. "Come on, get the rest of your clothes on and lets get out of here," the man said. "I'll buy you a cup of coffee." Mary hadn't realized there was more to the outfit. She approached the lone mannequin and saw what was left.

A pair of black Go Go boots adorned the mannequin's legs. It's hands clutched what appeared to be black leather pom poms, and two leather hair tyes were stuck to it's head. "That's really not necessary," she said as she pulled on the boots. She stood wobbily on the shoes platform heels, and braced herself against the mannequin.

What happened next sealed Mary's fate. The hair tyes flew off of the mannequin, and somehow tangled themselves in Mary's hair. While she struggled with that, the leather pom poms flew towards her. Her hair was being painfully pulled through the leather hair tyes into a perky pair of pigtails. The pom poms then collided with her hands, which clutched them tightly. Try as she might, Mary couldn't drop them. She looked to the man, eyes wide with fear. "Help me," she yelled, pawing desperately at her outfit with involuntatily clenched fists.

But the man was struggling with something of his own. A chain necklace had materialized around his neck that he couldn't remove. Attached to the chain was a shiny whistle, which had plugged itself to his lips. Trying to call out, he inadvertantly blew the whistle. A change came over Mary.