Registering a Future

Isabelle leaned back in her desk chair, her fingers steepled under her chin, a subtle smirk dancing across her lips.

The low hum of Riley's ring light buzzed faintly through the wall. She could hear the faint, sultry rhythm of his voice—breathy and eager—as he filmed yet another OnlyFans video from the bedroom. That boy had truly embraced his purpose.

She tapped her nails thoughtfully against the keyboard.

It was working. All of it.

Her canvas, her project, her ****—but more than that, her art. GirleyRiley wasn't just Riley with some boobs and a filter. No, she was a transformation in motion. And Isabelle was her sculptor.

Click.

A new tab opened: _Goldridge College_: Fall Registration Portal.

Riley had left his laptop open again. Silly thing. Always trusting. Always assuming Isabelle just wanted to "check on things."

And oh, how she did.

A grin tugged at her lips as she scrolled through his browser tabs—one for the university, one for his OnlyFans dashboard, one for an search on "how to tell if your boyfriend likes your boobs." Cute.

But it was the course planner that caught her eye.

Riley had started building his fall schedule. She scrolled through it slowly.

• Computer Science 201
• Linear Algebra
• Physics II
• Engineering Statics
• Intro to Mechanical Design

Isabelle snorted. "Oh, honey."

She could practically see the version of Riley who thought this was a good idea: hoodie-wearing, stubble-faced, tapping away at code while ignoring his girlfriend's needs.

Absolutely not.

Not after all this.

Not after the yoga classes, the strawberry lip gloss, the new wardrobe. The way he moaned Chase's name when he thought she wasn't listening.

GirleyRiley didn't belong in a lab.

She belonged on a stage.

Isabelle opened a new tab and began her rewrite. No need to erase his work—just... correct it.

• Intro to Fashion Design
• Contemporary Dance I
• Principles of Nutrition and Wellness
• Stage Makeup and Costume Crafting
• Social Media Branding and Influence (cross-listed from Business/Media Studies)
• Psychology of Human Relationships (an easy A, plus good for content ideas)

There.

That was a schedule worthy of her protégé.

She glanced toward the hallway. Riley had gone quiet again. Probably repositioning the camera. This morning, he'd asked her for a tub of yogurt and a cucumber. He didn't say what for.

She didn't ask.

Let the artist do his work.

Isabelle clicked back to the university's homepage, preparing to log in as Riley to swap the course plan herself. But something caught her eye. A banner ad. Right-hand sidebar. Flashing soft pink and white:

WANT TO BE PART OF THE SQUAD?
Goldridge College Cheer Tryouts – Open to All Genders – No Experience Necessary!

Her breath caught.

Oh.

Oh, that was perfect.

She opened the link in a new tab and started reading. Practices three times a week. Uniform fittings in early September. Performance opportunities at games and competitions. Social media integration encouraged.

Her eyes gleamed.

This wasn't just a fitness thing. It wasn't just a visibility thing. It was the thing. The ultimate blend of performative femininity, discipline, sexual magnetism, and social clout.

It was literally everything Riley needed.

She could already see it: him in a micro-skirt and halter crop, holding pom-poms and panting from practice, makeup smeared from sweat, legs toned and glossy. All those football boys watching. Chase watching.

Yes.

She wouldn't even need to push him. Just suggest it.

And he'd trust her. He always did.

Isabelle closed the tabs, wiping her fingerprints clean from the keyboard like a phantom. She picked up her phone and jotted a note to keep track of what she needed to get done.

1. Talk to Riley about registration.
2. Sign him up for cheerleading.
3. New outfit fittings.
4. Edit and post the cucumber clip.

She leaned back, satisfied.

Soon, Riley would be enrolled, broke, and bouncing in sync with a pom-pom squad. And she?

She would be there every step of the way.

An artist admiring her masterpiece.