She decides to ditch Jake and start a new life.

Amy woke up feeling wonderful. She felt light as air as she squeezed her sleepy eyes tight against the morning sun and stretched out her arms. When she opened her eyes and saw her slender arms she gasped, relieved that her transformation had been real.

Then she noticed a corn chip stuck to her tiny red and gold cheerleader uniform. She scraped it off, **** not to get the perfect uniform dirty. She sighed in relief when it came off without a stain, then frowned at the filthy apartment around her.

“I've got to get out of this pit.”

Amy hopped up and walked into the equally crummy living room. On her way to the door she saw Jake, asleep on the floor, drooling all over himself.

“Crap, I can't leave him here like this. Okay bone, make it so he'll stay asleep all day, but give him back his strength.”

The bone tingled on her chest, telling the blonde girl that it had done as she asked. She left her old apartment with a smile, unaware that her earlier effort had turned Jake's mind into a baby's.

Amy got in her run down old Chevy and sputtered off. Soon she arrived at a nearby high school. She had longingly looked at this school on her way to work when she had her job at the clothing store. Now she smiled confidently as she joined the students piling in the front entrance.

All heads turned towards Amy and most jaws dropped. At first she thought it was because she was wearing the wrong cheerleader uniform, red and gold instead of the school's blue. Then she realized that the skimpiness of the uniform and the way her new breasts stretched it out probably had the most to do with the extra attention. She ran a hand through her long, blonde hair, putting on a show with her gorgeous body.

Amy found the Principal's office and approached the secretary, an older women who obviously dyed her hair red. “Hi! My name is Amy... Smith. I'd like to talk to the Principal about transferring here.”

The secretary looked her over dubiously, then pressed a button on her phone. “Mr. Shumer? A girl is here to see you about transferring in.” Her eyes roamed from Amy's exposed belly to her much too short skirt. “And about the school dress code.”

“Send her in, Margret,” said the principle over the speaker phone.

Amy gave the secretary her best smile and walked into the Principal's office. As she closed the door behind her she looked over the man. He was a decent looking, slightly graying man in his early fifties. When he looked up at her Amy realized that she hadn't actually gotten fucked yesterday, which meant that she hadn't been fucked in years. Suddenly she felt very horny.