Testing the limits at the pep rally

First period goes by maddeningly slowly. None of the cheerleaders are in your class, but they're definitely in your head.

The teacher dismisses class a few minutes early so everyone can go to a pep rally. This is the big chance to see if your changes really affected anything. As the gymnasium stands fill up, you pretend to look for a good seat. Really, you search through the crowd, looking and listening for anything that might have changed.

"-rallys are lame, but the longer they go on, the less class we-"

"Anyone got any gum?"

"-do we have to go to the mall? I hate the-"

"-bring those pictures of Taylor?"

You spin around towards that last voice and see two guys grinning as they crowd around a cell phone. They stand out a bit, the owner of the cell phone is a mess of freckles and his friend is unusually short. You weren't the only one to notice them, Principal Goldman is moving towards them.

"What are you two up to?" asks the gray haired man.

"Nothing!" says the freckled guy as he frantically punches buttons on his phone.

The principal snatches it out of his hands. He looks at the display and scowls. "What was on this phone? I thought you said something about Taylor."

"Taylor?" says the short one. "No, we were just looking at some baseball stats. He was logging off the site when you came by. Nothing about Taylor."

Principal Myer hands the phone back with a scowl. The two boys squirm and he puts a hand up for emphasis. "Is there something I should know about the head cheerleader?"

"No sir!" they say in chorus.

The principal looks at them suspiciously, then walks off. He barely goes two steps before they get the phone out again. The two boys wave over a skinny friend, whose eyes bug out when he sees the pictures on the phone.

Music starts, so you sit down. The crowd cheers as the cheerleaders run out, but the guys go especially nuts for Taylor. Her chest crashes up and down like waves on a beach as she runs.

The cheerleaders start their routine. All the girls are hot and several of them are well endowed, but Taylor absolutely shines. Her huge breasts bounce so much it seems like they're going to bust out of her tight top. Even her moves and facial expressions outdo the other girls. They outdo every performance you can remember her giving before. Her cheering is more sultry than it used to be, like she's flirting with the whole school as she cheers.

The urge to jerk off is huge, but obviously inappropriate. You turn and see many of the guys in the crowd staring at the girls with their mouths hanging open, most of them focused on Taylor. Perhaps this is a good time for another test.

Under your breath you say, "I wish Taylor would pull off her top, inspiring the whole school to masturbate to her beauty!"

With a sexy, playful look on her face, the head cheerleader reaches down and grabs the hem off her uniform's top. She pulls it over her head with a quick motion and throws it away. She's wearing a large, pink bra that strains to hold back her impressive breasts.

For a moment, it's perfection. Then the crowd goes insane. Guys yell for her to take the rest off, girls scream insults at her, and several teachers run onto the gym floor and yell for her to stop. Nobody is masturbating.

"Oh crap! Uh, I wish she hadn't pulled her top off!"

Suddenly she's fully dressed again and everyone is back in their seats. Taylor does a split as if nothing happened.

"Ok," you think, "I can make the cheerleaders do stuff they wouldn't normally do. I can change the cheerleaders' history, even making people do things in reaction to that history. But I can't make other people do things they wouldn't normally do. Good to know."