Taylor gets mind-fucked

After Cherilynne finishes enjoying her orgasm, she sits on the bleacher and leans back. From your position kneeling on the floor in front of her, she looks like a queen on a throne.

Scratching your head behind your right ear, Cherilynne says, "First off, I think Taylor needs a new position. John, make her the 'towel girl', a position that basically just makes her the team's servant girl, the only person on the team even lower than you."

With your head in a haze from the head cheerleader's hypnotic beauty, you make the changes without hesitation.

Taylor's bikini top and cheerleader skirt are replaced with a white skirt and a white t-shirt that says, "Towel Girl." Her new outfit is just as tight and revealing as the cheerleader uniforms, so her terrific body, especially her huge rack, is still on display. Something else changes about Taylor, some amount of the pride that used to ooze from her is lessened now.

Cherilynne looks over the change approvingly, then moves on to her next priority. "Taylor, what do you think of me?"

"Oh, I think you're great!" Despite the changes, she still has all the loyalty that you added to the cheerleaders. "You're a terrific cheerleader and you really know how to have fun with pathetic guys like John."

"Hmmm," Cherilynne puts a delicate finger on her chin. "That's all true. However, I think I deserve more from you. John? Make it so that Taylor completely and totally idolizes me, in a way that is both tremendous jealously and absolute adoration. I want her to be ten times the brown-noser that Megan ever was. Oh, and make it so that all the other cheerleaders understand her adoration, because it's me and I totally deserve it, but they still think Taylor is pathetic for taking it so far."

You wish for the changes. All the remaining pride in Taylor's face and body language disappears. It's replaced with the kind of **** need for love and attention of an underage groupie trying to get backstage at a concert. "Cheri, what I meant to say, oh god! What I meant is that you're the best cheerleader ever! I mean, I haven't seen you do much cheering since you changed, but there's no way anyone could be better than you in cheering. Or anything else!"

"Thank you, Taylor, that's much better." Cherilynne laughs, loving the fact that her old rival is now so far below her.