You've got cheerleading practice.

Cheerleading practice! In the moments of panic, you completely forgot that a session has been called for the afternoon. You glare downwards at your lower area, as if hoping the urgency of the matter might will the foreign attachment away. No such luck - you're stuck with the beast for goodness knows HOW long.

With a deep sigh, you try pulling your lower clothes back up. Maybe if you don't think about it, it might even fade naturally - or at least not make itself obvious for the rest of the day. Compared to undressing, putting things under wraps is noticeably harder - thanks to the new hardware that you have to take into account. You try several configurations of shifting your junk about, none of which appear to be any more or less effective at preventing chafing or rubbing, made all the more difficult by the fact that your meat simply refuses to shrink. Eventually you shove the offending shaft aside and pull your panties over it, followed by your modest knee-high dress. A quick check in the mirror verifies, thankfully, a lack of significant bulge... unless someone happens to stare at you for too long. You hurry back to class, trying your best to ignore the feelings of dick against thigh. Thankfully, aside from a few glances, nobody in class pays you much mind.

After the bell rings, you hurry for the changing rooms and hide in a cubicle for the next two long, agonizing hours, where you remain unseen. Gossiping voices come and go, and it's not until the last minute that you emerge in uniform, quickly fleeing from the dressing area and heading for the stadium where the girls are seated on the track.

"Hey, it's Jane!" note some of the other girls, who cast you friendly smiles and waves in your direction, but the reception is not all so pleasant.

"It's about time!" complains Melissa, the only one standing. You've always had a bit of unspoken rivalry with the head cheerleader, though it's a rather one-sided affair. While nobody doubts the five-foot-nine brunette has the better grasp of athletics and poise, you've always been the one to turn the heads of spectators (and the players, at times). At least, you think that's the reason why Melissa seems particularly harsh on you, and she's never the sort to be playful to begin with.

"We're going to be changing a few formations for the upcoming semifinals," Melissa continues barking orders, "So no fooling around, got it?!"

Normally you would be listening intently to whoever had anything to say, but this is not one of those days. If anything, you're too occupied with praying for the day to end quicker in hopes that this might be a nightmare to wake up from. You sigh inwardly, pressing your palms to your knees while seated in the lotus position - you're not used to this uncomfortable method; however, under present circumstances you don't dare to bring your legs up. You try to draw attention away from the matter by focusing on Melissa, but oddly enough very little of what she's saying is going through your head. At the same time, you find you can't take your eyes off her. There's something charismatic about the way she gestures with her hands to make a point; the authoritative crispness of her voice; the slenderness of her lithe frame; the sunlight glinting off her tanned skin; the calculated sway of her waist; the delicious way her perky chest bounces in her unifo -

You mentally snap yourself out of it. Where the hell did those thoughts start coming from?

"Jane? Jane!" screeches Melissa, bringing you back down to earth. "Are you paying attention?!" You blink, recognizing the girls' eyes all pointed in your direction, and manage to give a nod and incomprehensible grunt. Melissa doesn't do much in response aside from rolling her eyes.

"Seriously, Jane. Just because you're everyone's favorite doesn't mean you can flake out on us now!" she snorts. "We'll start with some warm-up exercises, and then go into the old routines before we work on the variations. Now go!"

Variations... you're not sure what she might have meant, but given Melissa's tendency to be ambitious, to say that it won't be all fun and games would be a severe understatement. Still, you try to take your mind off things with the exercises, feeling your body finally start to get things in gear. After all, you were here precisely because you enjoyed cheerleading - no way is a bit of alpha bitch politics going to get you down! Already starting to feel better about yourself, you mimic the others in perfectly synchronization. A wave of your arms, a leap to the side, a jiggle to the -

Jiggle. When you put your mind to it, it's a rather strange word. It's the sort of word you've heard boys mention in passing conversation, often followed by a smattering of inexplicable snickers. Yet for some reason, the word sticks firmly in your mind like peanut butter to chewing gum, and you inadvertently glance at the girl next to you. Even as you copy her movements your gaze travels to her chest, watching it heave and bob with every change in direction. Your eyes linger at those twin peaks, just enough for you to wonder... Why do you now have the strangest urge to reach out and grab them?

Your mind repeats the query, and you realize its existence in horror. Why DO you want to reach out and fondle that girl's tits?

You wrench your gaze away, but it's no use. Right in front of you another girl wiggles her bum, as though beaming out a message to your eyes in some twisted visual Morse code. You're surrounded by girls all flashing, flaunting, teasing you with their bodies in the wildest varieties of ways - and the worst of it all, you can't tell anyone that it's happening. You feel blood start to drain from your face, and though you try not to think about it, there's no doubt as to where it's all going.

"Jane!"

Finally you trip over yourself, landing on the artificial floor with a bump on your butt. The girls start to crowd around you in concern, and you quickly remember to lean onto your lower body to hide your growing length.

"Geez, Jane," Melissa scowls at you. "Are you SURE you're up for cheerleading practice today?"