She freaking loves it!

Jenna smiled as she walked in with another cheerleader through the front doors, pausing momentarily to gather her bearings under the guise of stretching, feeling some attention being paid to her rather sizeable rack she now sported (the Mitchell women were rather well-endowed and now, as her twin, Jenna supposed she bore the family genes.) She waved bye to the girl before she turned and, using her knowledge of the school's layout, made her way down the second hall towards the gm and the girls' locker room.

"Right, think it should be...there.." she whispered, pulling in front of the lockers where the cheerleaders had their stuff and she opened and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Yvette had a reputation as one of the more stunning girls in the community and now, as Jenna looked at her (new) body, she definitely had an idea or two why that was.

She smiled, relishing the stone and the idea of taking on this new life, though a part of her still wondered if the changes had been as drastic as she suspected. She rummaged through the purse hanging up on the inside of the locker and pulled out her ID card. Kayleigh Jenna Mitchell, age 19, senior.

Quickly changing into the cheerleader outfit, taking care to make sure just enough cleavage was showing, Jenna closed the locker and stepped back out into the hallway. One of the girls spotted her and flashed a smile. "Here, Kay!"

She crossed over and the two girls walked towards one of the classrooms. "Did you finish the report?"

"Yeah, figured might as well turn it in before practice ramps up for the game this weekend," she answered, not really sure where that came from but it sounded acceptable as the other girl nodded. "Did you?"

"Fuck yeah, mom wouldn't stop bitching about it all weekend..."

Jenna laughed a bit as they walked into the classroom and placed their reports on the desk before making their way towards the middle of the class where another cheerleader was sitting. Having never been in a group of anything in school, the fact she not only was a cheerleader but had a group of girls to hang with, sit with, and talk with in the halls was a good-send.

As the bell rang, she glanced around to see if John was in the class...