Ramona, a popular cheerleader

The brunette cheerleader pulled her hair into a short ponytail as she examined the new app on her phone. It wasn't uncommon for Ramona to indulge in mindless mobile games, but she usually remembered the ones she downloaded. Why would she get this generic match-3 game?She adjusted the waistband of her cheer skirt, making sure it met the appropriate knee length, while keeping her shirt tucked in, hugging her body without being too inappropriate. And hug her well it did, showing off her toned waist from years of cheering and the C cup breasts that sat proudly on her chest.

Seeing she had time before today's pep rally, she rested on the locker room bench and started level one. Immediately gems appeared and an urgent timer started. Ramona frantically swiped gems to make matches, but nothing seemed to result in major points. She was getting very flustered, not even realizing time ran out with her missing the mark by over half the required points. "Wow. That was tough for level one. No tutorial or anything." She grumbled to herself as the next screen appeared. A cutesy girl avatar waved up at Ramona, coincidentally looking very similar to herself, even wearing clothes that would look right at home in her wardrobe. Three options appeared above the avatar, with the caption: "choose a punishment:" The punishments read from left to right:

sexy nurse, sexy maid, sexy cheerleader.

"Ok. So, my avatar gets a wardrobe change. Might as well match with me." She chuckled to herself, picking the rightmost option. As expected the virtual Ramona poofed in a cute pink cloud, which dissipated to reveal her new outfit. The avatar even zoomed in to get a better look. Up close, the avatar looked even more like Ramona, with the same bright, brown eyes and mischievous grin. She made a mental note to check what camera permissions this app had, but for now she was much more focused on the avatar's new clothes. Sexy cheerleader was right. While not as inappropriate as it could be, the avatar's new style was definitely too hot for school. The skirt now rested comfortable under its ass, only revealing her lack of panties if she bent, which the avatar happily demonstrated. Her the top lost the most modesty: what typically was a tight, long sleeve top was now sleeveless, showing off the avatar's toned arms, and the hem ended just below the belly button, teasing a trim waist and hourglass figure. The breasts were now the stars of the outfit, no longer hidden by taut fabric. A generous v neck had formed, revealing a tanned valley of cleavage. Even the typical white tennis shoes had a slight heel to them, flexing the well-trained legs of their owner. All in all, the avatar could have been going to a frat's Halloween party.

"Quite the app," Ramona muttered before really focusing on the avatar's new outfit. "These are our team colors." The digital mascot logo that stretched across the altered top even looked like their mascot. She glanced down to confirm her suspicion, and was left speechless after she realized a change had occurred to her own uniform. First she could see much more of her chest than should be possible. She then noticed the cold feeling of metal on her bare ass and stood up suddenly, sending her chest jiggling again and making Ramona realize her bra had vanished with her panties. She stumbled to a mirror, discovering she was also wearing the heeled sneakers, and held up her phone. She was the spitting image of her avatar, though it's sultry smirk didn't match her panicked confusion. "No problem." Ramona hoped "I'll just change back to my street clothes and skip the pep rally. I'll say I was sick. I must be; I'm seeing things. Stacy can take the main position today. I just can't go out dressed like this." She rummaged through her gym bag, and her face paled. Of all the days, today her water bottle decided to leak into her bag, soaking her white top and light green shorts, making them just as inappropriate as her current attire. "Great." Ramona grumbled. She'd just have to pray everyone was in the gym for the pep rally.

Hugging her bag close to her body, Ramona clicked her way softly down empty, school halls, thankful she waited for the rally to basically start. She just had one hallway to traverse, past the packed gym, and out to her car, where she prayed that she had any decent clothes laying around. As she rounded into the hall, she heard a cute chime from her phone. It was the new GL app. "A new round will begin. Get ready."

"Shit!" exclaimed Ramona. Couldn't this wait? As if hearing her, a warning flashed: "failure to play results in a randomly generated, Major punishment. 10...9...8..." Ramona couldn't risk anything worse happening, and started the next level. As before, bright, shiny gems dazzled across the screen. Ramona did her best to score big, but new mechanics and traps were thrown at her without warning. It was no surprise that she still came up short and lost the level. "Fuck!" Ramona exclaimed and stomped her heeled foot, sending ripples through her chest that made her blush. Her avatar popped up on screen while she quickly paced down the hall, she didn't seem to have taken many steps while playing the game. Again, three options were presented, and Ramona knew her choice mattered, but **** was particularly pleasant. They read:

Dancing Queen, Talk Dirty to Me, Touch my Body