They have to change first

"You aren't ready to see the principal yet," Billy told her.

"Yes we are!" Ruby disagreed. "I have research!"

The petite redhead held up a folder.

"But if you really want to convince the principal that the cheerleaders' costumes are an unwarranted sensual stimulation of the youth, research isn't good enough," Billy insisted. "You HAVE to have a demonstration. If you don't, the principal will just laugh your right out of his office!"

Ruby didn't look convinced, but before she could argue, Billy pushed away all her self-confidence, leaving her unsure of herself and in **** need of guidance.

"If you come with me, I can show you how you can really prove your point to the principal," Billy told her.

"You should listen to him, Ruby," Shannon said, twirling a strand of her brown hair around a finger. "He seems really smart!"

"And so mature!" gushed Jill, her blue eyes devouring him.

"Do...do you really think a demonstration will help?" Ruby asked, her green eyes wide with new-found self-doubt.

"Trust me, Ma'am!" Billy said. "If anyone can help you change the principal's mind, it's me."

"But what sort of demonstration?" she asked, following Billy as he started down the hall.

"Trust me," he told her, and pushed.

"Yes, trust him Ruby!" Jill said. "I do!"

"Me too!" Shannon affirmed.

"I...I do trust him!" Ruby said. "I do! I just really want it to work!"

But she could never make it work on her own, Billy's power insisted. She would have to trust him. She was powerless by herself.

Ruby meekly followed him towards the gym. Shannon and Jill followed as well. Shannon and Jill had always been followers. Now Ruby was a follower too. Maybe that was what went wrong with Ms. Hoover, Billy speculated. He had made her incredibly horny. He had made her the kind of teacher who would fuck a student. But he hadn't made her so reckless that she was willing to risk doing it in school. By pushing Ruby's self-confidence down, he was making her more maliable. As maliable as her colleagues. Billy was amazed how easily it had been to make Jill and Shannon obsessed with sex. Of course, now that he thought of it, all three members of the Society for P.U.S.S.Y. were already obsessed with sex when they had entered the school. All Billy had done was nudge the obsession in a more interesting direction. He grinned and started nudging Ruby's obsession as well.

"I...um,...Can you tell me your name?" Ruby asked him.

Billy looked back at her and grinned. She was blushing and she blushed harder.

"It's Billy, Ma'am," he said, and winked at her.

"Billy!" Jill and Shannon gasped.

"Y..you don't have to call me Ma'am," Ruby said. "You can call me Ruby. You said you were 18, right? You're a man, really. I'm not...I'm not much older than you...Not really."

"Well aren't you sweet!" Billy said. "I would like to call you Ruby. We can be friends!"

"You can call me Shannon!" the brunette volunteered eagerly.

"And Jill!" the blonde exclaimed. "Me Jill! I mean, I'm Jill! Please, call me Jill!"

Billy chuckled.

"Jill and Shannon it is then," he said. "Jill and Shannon and Ruby: The core members of the Society for P.U.S.S.Y. and my new best friends!"

Jill and Shannon giggled innocently, still thinking of cute kittens. Ruby's blush nearly caught fire. But she couldn't object anymore. Not if it meant contradicting him. He had her where he wanted her.

"Here we are," Billy announced as they reached the gym. "This is where they keep the objects of your crusade. Those nasty uniforms providing unwarranted stimulation of the youth. Your objective is right through these doors, Ladies! Follow me!"

There was no gym class in session that period, so he led the Society for P.U.S.S.Y. through the empty gym to the small locker room reserved for the cheerleaders.

"Are you allowed in here Billy?" Shannon asked. "It's a girls' locker room."

"But I've got three mature chaperones with me," Billy countered. "Nothing naughty is going to happen with you around. Is it Shannon?"

As he asked, he pushed half a dozen fantasies of naughty things that COULD happen with her around. The brunette blushed and giggled.

"I guess not," she lied.

"Ah, these are the culprits, are they not?" Billy asked, discovering a pile of black and gold cheerleading outfits. "Short little skirts leaving nothing to the imagination! Tight little low-cut tops that can barely contain burgeoning bosoms while leaving pert belly-buttons bare to taunt and tantalize. Ladies, there's only one way to prove to the principal just how dangerous these outfits are: You're going to have to put them on and show him!"

Billy held them out to the three besmitten women, willing them to do as he insisted. Their jaws dropped in astonishment.