Subject: Stephanie McGoldrich, Stereotype Cheerleader Incarnate (Wait, what’s that script in her hand?! She’s not allowed that!)

Stephanie made her way through the halls, snootily sneering at the students looking her way after an outburst of laughter, seeing them as mere peasants in her school-focused kingdom. And why not, she has the right to feel that way after what she found, and is currently carrying on her person as she strides to her morning cheer practice.

Stephanie was an avid enthusiast for all things movie high school, and when she entered into Peakfield High, she was sore from it not acting out as it did in the movies or TV, especially when she was the rich, beautiful, cheer captain that should be getting the high status of queen of the school, but was only seen as merely a deluded bitchy white girl that fumed when things don't go her way (Ergo, not stereotypical), and she choked it all down inside, grumbling at how her dreams of TV High School life falling around her. Not a single thing in Peakfield was living up to the fantasy save for her determination to get into the favored position she wanted to be in; her dream quarterback hunk wasn't even that cute (Hell, she'd even take a hot girlfriend from the team at this point, she wasn't picky!), the nerds weren't even oppressed as how the gawky nerds should be, not even the teachers being ignorant towards the students outside of class time!

Flipping her perfect blond curls back as she walked, she put on a grin of superiority, thinking that now that she found this little bound pile of papers, it's all going to be different.

Normally, she wouldn't bat an eye at such a thing, but that was before she saw what it could do firsthand. Her walk to school seemed to be beneficial; despite being seriously annoyed at her chauffeur coming down with the case of "Broken Leg" as if that was any kind of excuse for hindering the more important Stephanie, as her walk made her stumble upon one of her many bully targets, Gregory Baxter.

Steph hated Greg, though only really because she's supposed to, since he was a computer nerd, but what made it worse was the fact that his figure was an impressive display of lean muscle, despite the status she pinned on him, which pissed her off to no end to have her stereotype-infected mind to acknowledge this fact. Stephanie would try hard to make this loser lower himself into his place, but just couldn't stamp down his willpower, instead making Greg just roll his eyes as she tried to be intimidating.

Now, though, she noticed him pick up what appeared to be a sheaf of papers, bound by a plastic spine. Stephanie clicked her tongue, forming the thought that it was probably something he dropped for a nerd friend, probably a nerd in drama club. As Greg written something down in a red pen he had in his shirt pocket (Nerd! She screamed in her mind), he looked up and panicked for some reason, looking up and down as she trudged towards him.

As Stephanie met face-to-face with him, he was stammering for some reason, and Stephanie made the first move of snatching the papers with the pen, grinning menacingly as she planned on scribbling all over the thing to annoy him.

"What have we got here, loser?" Stephanie chided, "A script for a nerd friend? I wonder how they'd feel if I wrote some additi-?" But was stopped as she actually looked at the page. There, as she skimmed it, was the situation she was in right now, heck, even the future note of her walking into school was there and thinking back on this incident! What kind of insanity-?!

"W-wait, Steph, I need that thing back!" Greg stammered slightly, trying to make a grab at Stephanie. But she wasn't having any of it, managing to dodge his swipes as she looked on in bafflement as further and further she read, the more the script was playing out.

"Well, is this some kind of future-telling book? What would happen if I..." She clicked the red pen she swiped from Greg, whom was trying to snatch it away actively now that he saw that Stephanie was about to write in it, "Steph, no!"

But it was too late, the cheerleader started writing in it, and Greg stopped attempting to take it away, knowing that he's too weak and pathetic to even try against the beautiful Stephanie McGoldrich.

Greg whimpered as he backed off, his scrawny and short form in his button-up shirt and suspenders-hoisted slacks limping away from her as she swatted him away with a perfectly manicured and dainty hand, which to her knowledge, either one of them weren't like that a second ago.

As Stephanie looked closer at her beautified nails on her writing hand, Greg stammered heavily this time, "Y-y-y-y-you don't know what you're messing with, S-S-S-S-Stephanie, that's a dangerous th-th-th-thing! G-g-g-give it b-b-b-back...please...!"

She also noticed that he wasn't even inching towards her from beyond arm's reach. She looked at him, then at the book, then back at him, then grinned maliciously, "I'm sorry, what was that, NERD? Were you telling me what to do with my belongings?" Steph chided, writing once again.

Stephanie grinned at how Greg backed off, the look of forgetfulness appearing on his face as he forgot all about the Script, and was actually asking to be excused, Stephanie did tell him to stop as he was walking after all, and was looking around to get away. Steph tutted and waves him off, saying that, "Call me Steph again, and I'll make sure that you're beaten up with your underwear on the flagpole, loser! Beat it!" And Greg then did beat it to school, looking like a whipped puppy doing so and stumbling clumsily on his noodly legs.

Stephanie reached into her purse, and pulled out a compact to look at the potential she did to herself if her hands ended up this way, and what she saw was splendorous. Smiling back with pearlescent perfect teeth, was the grade A, stunning cheerleader she hoped to be, with long voluminous blond curls running behind her under a pink alice band, beautiful sparkling eyes, kissable perfectly done lips, and a cute button nose, and like her hands was blemishless silken skin.

Seems like writing that she was beautiful changed a lot, and for the better, even as she looked down at herself, her body in her pink and sky blue cheer outfit she loved to wear of a flippy pleated skirt and belly-exposing top revealed that there was definitely some more shapeliness to her, with a good and supernaturally perky DD-cup size under her top, smooth flat belly leading to wide sensuous hips to fantastic ass under the skirt, and the knee-high white socks running up her long dancer quality legs slipped in her designer heels as she clacked over the sidewalk to school as well.

Snapping the compact shut and throwing it into the purse, she turned to the notebook, glancing over the rule pages as she did, and seeing that Greg seemed to put her name in the subject page as a joke, which is a good thing she got to it first, as there was no telling what that filthy nerd would've done to her.

Though now it was going to give her the power to take **** on her high school for not acting out her high school fantasies. But now that she thinks about it, she could do way more now. She could humiliate everyone that had ever crossed her. She could shape reality to play with everyone like her personal toybox. She can live out her repressed sexual and sadistic fantasies!

She noted down in the margins in the red pen about the things she would do, just to keep herself up to speed at the rush of ideas in her head, muttering what she notes as she makes her way into the school lot towards the door, "Heehee, let's see...doll-sized playthings...boobs the size of basketballs...sterotypes for days, from races to TV high school tropes...*giggle*...controlling the actions of people to humiliate them like puppets...the cheer squad being my sexy silly slaves for me to laugh at and screw anytime I wish~ AHAHAHA! I can't wait!"

Stephanie laughed maniacally as she reached the entrance, but calmed down as she stepped inside the prestigious; or soon-to-be, Peakfield High. Stephanie made her way through the halls, snootily sneering at the students looking her way after an outburst of laughter, seeing them as mere peasants in her school-focused kingdom.