Athletic improvements

You're sitting in your room, barely able to breath as you read the text for a fourth time. Maisie wants to let you use the curse! She trusts you! This feels incredible, and you're light headed from what an important moment this is.

You realize how long you've left her on read and quickly write back, "Absolutely! I'll come right over"

You frantically grab your car keys and are almost at the front door when your phone chimes with another message.

"No, you can do it over text. Also, I'll send you the exact wording you're going to use. That way we can make sure it's what I want"

That's incredibly disappointing. You won't even get to see her change.

Another text comes in. "You're good with that, right?"

Quickly you text back. "Of course. What do you need?"

The three dots come up to show that she's writing. They're there for a long time. They disappear, like maybe she erased everything. Then they're back. After what feels like an hour of you standing in the hallway but was probably only two minutes, you get a text reading, "Ari said one of the cheerleaders had to drop out and she asked me if I could take her spot. There's a game in a few days, so I have absolutely zero time to learn to do all the cheers. Write this: you are naturally super athletic and acrobatic"

You read the message as you walk back to your room. You turn your computer back on as you think through the implications of this. It's good that she trusts you. On the other hand, this is probably a test to make sure you do exactly what she asked. For all you know, she's showing these texts to her sister, who will drive straight over here and bash your head in with a baseball bat if she thinks you're trying to slip in something extra. Still, Maisie wants you to do something to her, to her body. You load up her instagram page and quickly find a picture of her full body, which already looks pretty athletic to you.

A message comes in. "You okay with that?"

You pull out your cock and jerk off while looking at the picture of Maisie. Yes, she's already gorgeous with a trim body. What will she look like with more tone? That's going to be insane. You jerk with one hand and type a message with the other. It takes you a long time to text left handed, so another message comes in before you finish.

"Hello? What's going on?"

You back up to the beginning and add a little more, then send, "Sorry, Mom came in. Do you want anything else, like being better at memorizing cheers or natural dance talent?"

"No, just the thing I asked for."

Crap, you might have failed the test already by not immediately doing what she wanted. But you can't do it yet, she looks so hot in this picture, and your hand feels so good on your cock, and the idea of making her even hotter is-

Your whole body jerks as the cum shoots out of your cock. It feels incredibly, better than any time you've ever jerked it to Maisie. You quickly type, "Maisie, you are naturally super athletic and acrobatic"

You hit send and wait. It's excruciating. Is she annoyed that you took so long? Have you lost her trust? It takes a full ten minutes before you get a message back.

"This is incredible! I can jump and do full splits in the air! I just did a back flip! You're the best! Thanks!"

The satisfaction gives you a warm feeling in your chest.

The next day you meet Maisie in front of school. She's wearing shorts and a t-shirt, so you can see that her arms and legs are a little more firm than before, but not enough that people would notice the overnight change. "Wow, you look great, Maisie!"

She smiles brightly and hugs you, but breaks off the hug before you can hug her back. "All thanks to you! I should be able to catch up to the other cheerleaders in no time! Now, how about you, are you okay? You're not getting an overwhelming urge to make more changes to me, are you?"

"No, totally not!" you say, shaking your head emphatically.

"Great! I figured that it might be easier if we did it over text instead of you watching me change. Less pervy. Although I know you're not a perv! Ug! You know what I mean!"

"Yeah, no offense taken." You remember how you were literally jerking off as you wrote the message.

She turns and the two of you start walking to class. "Awesome! Oh, I won't be able to hang out with you as much for a while since I'll have cheer practice after school. Sorry about that."

"No, I get it. Here's my class. See you later!" You wave by to each other and go to your separate classes.

You barely see Maisie for the next few days, but then there's a pep rally and you see her in her cheer uniform. She looks amazing in the tight outfit. As she does the cheers, which she's extremely good at the gymnastic parts of, you can't help imagining what kind of sexy changes you'd make to her uniform. Of course, she'd never agree to that, so you'd never do it. Maisie movements are as smooth and practiced as the other girls, but she's pretty good for only having a few days to learn. Over the years, she's talked about trying out for cheerleading a few times, but she always said she's too clumsy. The cheer ends with the cheerleaders sliding into splits, which Maisie does better than any of them.

A week later, you get another text from Maisie as you get home. "I'm about to start another cheer practice and we're doing dance routines. Made me think about your suggestion. You showed total control last time, so here's another command. How about you write me back: You're an incredible dancer"

Once again, you pull up pictures of Maisie and fantasize about her dancing as you write the message exactly as she requested.