Tiff's new look

Charlotte tapped her toe impatiently for Her clique leader to finish her make up, watching her paint and draw much more than usual on her naturally pretty face. Tiff's boyfriend had already left to make his next class in time, which for him was still at least eight minutes late. The lesser cheerleader finally spoke up. "Hey, Tiff, are you just about done? That leaf couldn't have smudged you eyeshadow that bad."

One long finger extended into Charlotte's face, without Tiffany leaving her locker. "Jutht a few more toucheths, and I'll be ready to go!" Cheered an overly bubbly, lispy voice that did not match the hauty personality of its owner.

"What the hell Tiff? Did your tongue swell up from bad sushi again? It doesn't matter how much Brad liked it!" Charlotte had tended to her distraught friend a few dates back when Tiffany learned about her shellfish allergy. She thought the embarrassing way her engorged tongue had made her sound would have been enough to ruin her reputation, but after some promised 'favors' to their dates that night, word never spread. Brad even thought her big tongue had improved the situation.

"What do you mean, thilly? I pheel phantabulouth!" Tiffany announced, revealing the look she had chosen for herself with raised arms. Charlotte had no voice to react, stunned by the proud, popular girl's new look: her normally tan, glowing skin now shined due to its pale, bright foundation, caked heavily to not run. Solid black lines ran from the corner of her wide smile up across her eyelids, and the only color on her face was the garish red painted on her slender nose, the bright blue blush on her cheeks matching the school colors of her typical cheer uniform, and an impossibly bright cherry red on her lips, currently puckered into a joyful kissy face. Her eyes seemed bigger and more expressive on her slender face, and they sparkled even in the blandly lit hallways.

Charlotte finally found her voice after soaking in her leader's strange look and voice. Her tongue didn't look swollen, but she still spoke with this ridiculous impediment, almost like it was on purpose! "Tiffany! That look is ridiculous! We have to get to class there's no time to fix this." What was happening to her friend right now?

Tiffany scrunched up her face comically as she scratched her head in thought. "Who are you talking to?" The clown girl asked. "My name ith Thtiffy Tiffy, the Thilly Cheerclown!" Upon introducing herself, Tiffy grabbed each of her heavy breasts and lifted them high on her frame, squeezing each while yelling out a playful "HONK HONK!" Her ditzy smile never left her face, and soon the new mingling students started to notice the commotion. A few phones whipped out in shock, but only a few pictures could be snapped before teachers ushered the students into their rooms. The warning bell chimed soon after, and Tiffy's hands flew to her face in exaggerated shock. "Jeeperth! We better husthle to clath!" Hiking up her skirt unnecessarily and posing like a determined sprinter, She made her own gunshot sound, before casually skipping down the halls, her flowery panties exposed while she lifts her skirt, as if she could trip on something that scandalously short. At the apex of each skip, Tiffy would loudly proclaim "BOING!" and as her tip toeing feet planted, her boobs rattled accordingly. Charlotte scurried after her ringleader, scooping up Tiffany's abandoned school bag and hoping no one saw them together.

Of course, Grant had seen them, and from any angle he wanted. He could even go back and rewatch in slo mo. He saved it to his DVR, which his new TV wall obviously had. Watching the head cheerbitch act like a fool was wonderful, but only a few people got to enjoy it. Luckily the next episode of the Stiffy Tiffy Show was about to begin.

• When touching up her makeup at school, Tiffany will put on clown face paint and act unawares like a silly clown version of herself, Stiffy Tiffy, the Silly Cheerclown. She will only realize what she had been doing after removing the makeup, but every day, it repeats.