Sarah's dream: Cheerleaders

As Sarah lost consciousness, she entered a dream:

She can see her schools football stadium. The stands are full with spectators, all seats are filled.
On the field, standing in a line to be cheered on, the football team has gathered.
The players are wearing full protective gear, gloves, shoulder pads, jersey, helmet.

Then Sarah's cheerleading squad enters the arena.
The audience is clapping and yelling loudly, as her squad performs several stunts, finally arriving on the field.
They come to a stop and form a line opposite of the football team, only several feet apart, one cheerleader per player.

As everyone stands still, Sarah has a chance to get a better look at her squad mates, and the girls wear a cheerleading uniform that leaves very little to the imagination:

• White plateau boots, knee high, emphasizing long lean legs.
• A short miniskirt, barely covering anything at all.
• Exposed midriff, showing off their thin waists and fit tummies.
• A cheerleading top, pushing up their breasts to emphasize their cleavage.
• Cute and sexy faces, framed by long wavy hair being blown back by the wind.
• Pompoms held up high above their heads, cheering on the crowd.

But something is off: Sara herself is not among the cheerleaders. She double checks, and she recognizes all of the faces:

• Amy, her brunette BFF.
  
• Fagan, a fiery redhead with Irish origins.
  
• Madison, long black hair. A stuck up bitch, always questioning Sarah's leadership and giving her headaches.
  
• Seiko, half Japanese, her Asian facial features clearly showing.
  
• Ashley, Elizabeth, Grace.
• Lauren, Natalie, Taylor, and many more.

She recognizes all of their faces, but her own is not among them.

And although she recognizes all of the girls in her squad, compared to reality they all appear somewhat different:
Many of them seem to have increased body height, by at least two or three inches.
And as Sarah examines the bodies of her cheerleaders further, she can also see that not only their tops seem several sizes to small, pushing up their tits, which also appear to be several cup sizes bigger than in reality.
The size of these breasts rivals the fake tits of porn stars, while still appearing natural, as obscene amounts of tit flesh is overflowing each captivating cleavage.

Before Sarah has a chance to make further observations, suddenly all football players start to move in unison, almost like in a military drill:
They take of their helmets, and fall to their knees in front of the cheerleading squad.

And the crowd on the stands falls silent.