Teen Queen

As the Stereotype Gun cools in your hand you’re **** to concede that your memory of the high school Alexa may have become a bit distorted over the years.

The pantsuit-wearing vice-president is no more.

In her place stands what could only be called the most high maintenance teenager on the planet.

The gun had caused the girl to de-age back into the 18 year-old cheerleader that you remembered... sort of. Because while the real Lexi had had shoulder length dirty blonde hair, this pneumatic teen is crowned by an utterly white mane - clearly the product of constant salon trips. The peroxided hue cascades in a perfect sheet down to her knees.

A surgically-perfected face rests in a knowing smirk; formerly small lips injected up to a thick pout and slathered in gloss. The cheerleading captain’s perfect skin lays buried under thick makeup that straddles the line between supermodel and whore, while fan-like eyelashes draw attention to shining crystal blue eyes far more seductive than the real Alexa ever was. And as the grin shifts into a peppy, manic smile, you’re presented with impossibly white teeth - and pink braces gleaming like precious jewels.

Moving down, your gaze is quickly caught on the most perfect pair of tits you’ve ever seen. A tiny spandex bandeau top provides no support to her braless tits and her arousal is evident from the eraser tips poking through the white fabric. The cheerleader has to be packing at least G-cups, though no breasts that size should be that round. Faker than a 3-dollar bill, the breasts sit as perfect globes on her chest. You suspect you may just find the surgeon’s signature tattooed on them underneath the obscene fabric that wraps the two titanic teenaged tits.

Further down, tanned and toned skin proceeds for miles - interrupted only by a hot pink micro-skirt and a pair of 4” white pumps.

A melodious voice breaks your concentration. “Hi, dad!”

Fuck.