The Penultimate Game

For the rest of the season, Cody's torment continued. Nate was at his house for every game, to watch as Cody was teased and tormented.
"That'll serve you right for being such an obnoxious ass." Nate thought, quite pleased with himself.

Nate was at Cody's house to watch the Cowboys penultimate game of the season. Cody affected his fake smile, and cheered the whole time as the Houston Texans scored three first-half touchdowns to lead the Cowboys who had scored only a solitary field-goal. He was wearing a Texans cheerleading uniform, essentially just a crop-top with tiny white shorts and red boots.

The siren sounded to end the half and Cody ducked back into the kitchen, ostensibly to make more guacamole for the nachos, but really to avoid the jibes of his friends, who would all turn on him while they were bored during half-time.

Nate stood in the doorway, watching the harried Cody bustle around, his pom-poms resting on the bench while he prepared food. He was quite good at it now, his first few attempts had been disgusting.
"I guess you'll be glad if the Cowboys lose this. It means they won't make the playoffs, and then you can stop watching their games, and you won't need to wear the cheerleader outfits. How many do you have by now?" Nate asked.
"Fifty-Three." Cody replied through gritted teeth. "Most of them are uniforms from High-School and College teams. I had to get rid of most of my other clothes to make space in my wardrobe." He rambled on, even as he cracked eggs to make the mini-quiches. "It sucks. It really, really sucks. This year has been the worst of my life. I've somehow managed to keep this a secret from my family, which believe me, was tricky. We normally get together as a family and watch Thanksgiving Football, but I had to come up with a reason why I couldn't. It's been hell. I still don't know how or why this is happening to me, or how to get it to stop." Nate heard the dejected tone in Cody's voice, he had clearly been beaten-down and driven to despair. That was punishment enough. Nate didn't want to push Cody too far, he just wanted to teach him a lesson for being such an asshole. It was time to come clean.
"It's happening to you because of me." Nate said. "I have the power to make anyone wear anything. I've been using it all year. I made this happen to you as punishment for being such an obnoxious ass. You were always strutting around, talking about the Cowboys, giving shit to everyone else, so I decided to take you down a peg."
Cody stared at Nate, mouth agape.
"What the fuck? You twisted motherfucker. I guess I believe you about the whole 'powers' thing, I can't think of anything else which explains why this is happening, but the rest of it...come on. A whole year? Isn't that ghoulish overkill? I may have been an asshole, but I don't deserve this." Cody broke down crying.

One of his friends entered the kitchen and saw this.
"Aw, Cody. Crying like the bitch you are. What's the matter, are you PMS'ing? I guess you have a reason to cry, the Cowboys are getting hammered....although." There were cheers from the other room. "I think they just scored a Touchdown. Hurry up with our food will you, we're fucking starving to death out here." The guy said, as he hurried back in to see the replay of the TD.

Nate did feel a little bad for what he'd done to Cody, but only a little.
"Cody, I'll tell you what, I'll remove the magic, so that you don't have to wear these outfits anymore, but I want something in exchange. Let's make a deal." Nate said.
"I'll give you anything. You want my car? Take it. I've got a bunch of signed football memorabilia, some of it is worth a lot. You can have it, just get me out of these clothes." Cody pleaded. "Just say the word and it's yours, what do you want?"

"I want Alice."

"What?"

Nate repeated himself.
"I want Alice. I want to fuck her. You're dating the hottest girl in the school Cody. She's absolutely stunning. I think sharing her is the least you can do." Cody blanched. Alice was all he had left. She was the most beautiful girl in school. Long hair, brown eyes, a great rack, a perky, round ass, and legs that seemed to go on for miles. All the guys wanted to fuck her, but she was Cody's girlfriend.

Cody just stood there, looking at Nate, his eyes pleading, seemingly too stunned to speak, so Nate continued.
"If you want to get out of those cheerleader outfits, here's what's going to happen. You and Alice are going to come round to my place to watch the Jets take on the Cowboys next week in the final game of the season. You will, of course, be dressed like a Jets cheerleader, and Alice will be wearing a Jets football jersey and nothing else."
"N...nothing else." Cody stammered.
"Well, I suppose makeup and jewelry is okay, and shoes, but certainly no other clothing. Alice and I will watch the game together, while you serve us drinks and food for one last time. Then, I'll fuck Alice, right there, on the couch, during the game.
If you can make that happen, then I'll remove the magic and you can go back to watching football normally. Just in time for the playoffs."

"That is so fucked up." Cody blustered. "Alice will never agree to that. You seriously expect me to let you just fuck my girlfriend? Are you going to use her powers to make her wear a football jersey?"

"No." Nate said. "I'm not going to use my powers to make her do anything. As for you letting me, well, Alice is a grown woman who can have sex with whomever she chooses. If you want to get out of those outfits, you'll just have to be persuasive. You'll have to ask nicely. What girl wouldn't do anything to help out her man?" Cody just stared, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open, thinking about his predicament, whether persuading Alice to fuck Nate was his only way out.

"Hurry up with that food yeah. It sounds like the Cowboys just scored again and the guys are getting restless." Nate said casually, walking out of the room to join the others, leaving Cody alone with his thoughts and a large plate of spring-rolls.