She's the leader of the squad! Go to the game!

Veronica didn't quite get what was going on, but she did know that she couldn't miss the game. It was against their rivals at Westside High! Like it was perfectly normal, she calmly walked her way to the good gym where they hosted the game. The girl basketball players were practicing in the other. When Veronica entered the gym, she saw that everything was perfectly normal. The other cheerleaders were already there, stretching. Only one of them was a boy, but it was Trevor, and he was well-known for being flamboyant and gay. He was no threat.

The moment Veronica arrived, everyone stood up and grabbed their pom-poms, save for Trevor, who grabbed the wooden cone he used to shout into. Veronica led everyone in their usual cheers and acrobatics. Everything went perfectly. Everyone knew what to do and were well-stretched.

Veronica glanced at her phone to see it was only an hour to the game. People would start showing up soon.

"Okay!" the redhead cried. "Let's do the halftime routine!" The halftime performance was much more intricate. The other cheerleaders would flip around the court, throw each other in the air, and even do some dance moves. The kicker at the end was when Trevor would swing Veronica and launch her into the air, only for the other girls to catch her at the last second. It was always impressive and never failed to get a cheer. Everything was going smoothly. It was time for the final part. Veronica and Trevor got into place. The redhead took a running start and the male cheerleader reached out and grabbed her.

Then Veronica stopped. Dead. Her body went rigid, and refused to move. Veronica screamed at her body to move, but it wouldn't obey. Trevor pulled on the redhead a few times before turning his head. The whole routine stopped and everyone turned, staring directly at Veronica.

"What's the matter?" Trevor asked.

"Nothing." Veronica replied. The redhead felt panic surge through her. It wasn't her speaking! It was her mouth, but it was moving without her permission!

"Why did you stop?" the male cheerleader asked.

"You have to tell me what to do."

"What?"

"For twenty minutes. I have to do what you say." Veronica's heart pounded in her chest. She screamed at her body to move, but it refused. That was when what the orb said came thundering back to her. He said if a man touched her, she would have to obey for twenty minutes. Trevor might have been gay...but he was still a guy! She didn't even think about that!

"Is this some kind of game?" Trevor asked.

"Yes." Veronica's body replied. "I don't have a choice."

Trevor dropped his arms and cocked his eyebrow. He put his hand on his hip, rather feminine-like. Oh hell, he was going to try it out!

"Flash your bloomers." he ordered. To Veronica's horror, her hands grabbed her cheerleader's skirt and held it up, almost daintily. It showed off the extra layer that cheerleaders wore. The freckles on her face were quickly being eclipsed by her blushing. All the other female cheerleaders muttered. Trevor's hand and face fell for a few moments...then he grinned. It was a smile Veronica hadn't seen before. It was almost...malevolent. It was like he had an evil idea.

"Okay honey, take off your bloomers and panties. Show off that ass."

Without waiting even for a moment, Veronica's hands grabbed both the bloomers and her panties. She pulled them down her legs and kicked them aside. She then turned around, lifted the skirt, and posed, showing off her ample butt. All the other girls began to giggle and point. Veronica's eyes, the only part of her body she seemed to control, darted around. They didn't look right either. They looked as if someone was telling jokes, not getting naked.

"Well, well, well!" Trevor cried. "This is interesting. You know what, I have an idea! How about you..."