Target a cheerleader

You look at the cheerleaders as they file through a door to the athletic center. You reach out with your mind and target one of them. The next moment you find yourself standing by the athletic center. You feel a bit unsteady, but the transitions seem to be getting easier all the time.

You glance over your shoulder and see Dr. Burbank standing behind Amy. She has a look of confusion on her eyes, and she appears to be talking, but Dr. Burbank is looking all around, frantically, as if trying to figure out where you went.

"Is everything ok, Jean?"

You look at the person speaking to you. It is a cheerleader, and she is looking at you with concern. "It looked like you stumbled and were a bit unsteady. Did you get too much sun?"

You clear your head and smile, and say that you are ok and probably just need some water. You follow the rest of the girls through the door.

You realize you are in a locker room. It looks very much like every locker room you have ever been in, but the atmosphere is different. For one thing, it has a different smell -- less of the musky combination of sweat, deodorant, and body spray, and more of a pleasant smell that is distinctly feminine.

Another difference is the voices. Instead of the deep, masculine voices you have always heard, it is a mixture of female voices.

Oh, and there are the boobs. You look around and see a dozen or so girls in various stages of undress. Through the steam coming from the shower area, you see at least three girls who are totally naked, washing their hair and bodies. You see some girls stripping off their clothes in front of their lockers, and a couple seem to be getting dressed. You could stand there and watch this scene unfold all day!

Aside from that, it is remarkably the same as a male locker room -- at least in terms of the conversation; it is jovial and teasing in nature.

You suddenly realize you are just standing there, gaping. Not wanting to draw attention to yourself, you try to do what the other girls are doing. For a moment, you panic, realizing you don't know which locker is yours. That's when you see that most lockers have a name taped to the door. What was it the other girl called you? Jean... That's it. You look, and sure enough, there is a locker with "Jean H." written on white tape.

You go to the locker, which thankfully is unlocked, open it, and begin to get undressed. As you do, you listen to the conversation around you.

"What's your hurry, Cara?" one of the girls asks the cheerleader who is nearly done getting dressed. "You have a big date or something?"

"I'll tell you why she's in a hurry," answers another girl. "She's heading off for her big weekend at the cabin with T.C. Davis!"

One of the girls picks up a duffle bag that Cara has pulled from her locker. "And she isn't wasting any time, either. I see she already packed her bag for the weekend." She lifts the bag, assessing it. "It doesn't seem that you packed a lot of clothes, Cara. Aren't you planning on leaving the cabin at all?"

You hear some giggles and sounds of appreciation from the other girls. Cara just smiles and responds, "Let's just say I offered him some incentive if we won this game. Did you happen to notice who got the most points?"

"I'll bet you offered him some incentive," says one of the girls. "He's been after you for weeks. Are you finally going to give him what he wants? If he was after me, I wouldn't be making him wait. Have you noticed the way he fills out those football pants? I'd love to see what he's got tucked into the front that fills it out so nicely."

"Well, he's picking me up out front, and it's about a 90 minute drive to Lake Wanner. So call me in 95 minutes, and I'll describe it for you."

Your ears perk up. Lake Wanner? That's on the way to Central City, where Dr. Hotstetter lives -- it's about half way there. If you could get there, it would get you that much closer to your objective. Besides, that would put you quite a ways away from the college, and a cabin on the lake sounds like a great place to hide out for a couple of days while you determine whether you are being followed.

"What about you, Cherise?" says Cara to another girl who is nearly dressed. "I thought you and Devon were spending the weekend together, but I thought I saw him with Rosemary Blanchard."

Cherise gives a look of disgust. "Devon is a two-timer. I dropped in on him last night to surprise him, and boy was he surprised! He stood in the doorway, trying to keep me from coming in, but when I pushed past him, I found Rosemary under his blankets, wearing just her panties."

The other girls make sounds of disapproval. Cherise says, "But I'm not letting that get me down. I made a date for tonight, and Devon will never forget it -- because it's with his brother."

The other girls laugh with approval, and you see Cara pick up her phone and look at it.

"TC is ready. I don't want to keep him waiting. See you on Monday!"

As she leaves, one of the girls yells, "Why don't you text him and say, 'I'm coming.' Or better yet, 'I'm cumming! Oh, TC, you are so huge! I'm cumming again!'"

The girls laugh in appreciation at the humor, but Cara just smile and waves as the door to the locker room begins to shut.