Confess everything to her and try to improve things

The Asian beauty has traded her wonderfully skimpy cheer uniform for an alluring jade nightgown. The slightly transparent cups serve to be one heck of a tease as they still allow you to appreciate the fullness of the new head cheerleader's grand breasts. You question what's going to happen next but become perplexed as she walks in without any fanfare whatsoever and just sits on her bed. Wendy yawns.

She says plainly, "I'm sapped. You know what, John, I think we should call it a day."

The somber tone is excellent, you take it as a good sign. Now's the perfect opportunity to address the mishaps that you've managed to create.

You stand up and look at Wendy confidently. Mustering up your courage, you clear your throat and speak. "Hey Wendy, we need to talk. Look at me please."

She turns with a look of disapproval and you gaze into her glorious jade eyes. You mentally start transmitting bits and bits of important information regarding why whatever happened on the bus from the moment you were given your powers until now occurred, and the accidents that sprouted as a result.

As Wendy's understanding of everything becomes more complete, she covers her mouth with her hands and becomes horrified. She looks the other way. You sit next to her on the bed. You're about to try to put a hand on her shoulder in order to reassure her when she shouts.

"Don't touch me! Ahh... I mean, sorry I just... This is all so much to take in."

"Wendy, I'm sorry," you say calmly. "This is all my fault. Not yours."

She shakes her head. "No, your intentions are really... Genuine. I always thought you were a really great guy ever since I first joined the team. Maybe a little dense at times John, but a great guy nevertheless. 7 inch cock and a nice build for a guy who doesn't work out much."

You're not sure how to react. Hey, you work out quite regularly! Maybe you aren't completely ripped, but you're no stick. You see her smile. "Gee thanks," you say.

She gets up and walks over to the mirror. You follow nervously. The head cheerleader examines herself with uncertainty.

"I mean just look at me," she says. She unintentionally runs her hands down her body in a way that makes you shiver in delight. "You've turned me into Taylor pretty much!" Her eyes open wide as she cups her majestic breasts. "No way. My rack is as big as Megan's rack!"

"Hey, I can make things go back to normal," you reply.

"Are you fucking stupid, John?" Wendy retorts. "Oh my god, I'm sorry! I can't help it. The personality of Taylor runs through me, and I can't seem to stop it completely even if I try hard to be my old self. I guess with big boobs and a nice booty comes a bitch curse. Maybe this is why Taylor can't help herself."

"Nah I'm sure she can but doesn't want to," you mutter incoherently as you look in the opposite direction.

Wendy frowns. "Hey John, did you actually think you had a shot at snagging Taylor? Is this why you became the manager? I mean it makes sense with you trying to always please her and all. She's so mean though, like you'd be the last person she would go out with! Why would you aim for her?"

You shrug your shoulders. "Well, I think maybe somewhere inside her is a nice chick, just like you. I figured by being manager, I'd have a shot at not just her, but maybe a shot at everyone on the team. Looks like I goofed. Here, let me fix things. I'll return everyone back to normal, and also make the girls treat you better."

Wendy shakes her head. "Look John, um you've really opened my eyes here. Taylor makes Lucifer look like a saint... but I've always wanted to be just like her!"

You reel back in surprise. "What! Why?!?"

"Her confidence and the gorgeous body, it feels great. Anyway, I deserve this. I'd make a better head cheerleader, and don't you fucking say otherwise!" she pouts.

The way the Asian babe looks when she's angry and determined makes your dick so hard. You try to cover it with your hands.

Too late, Wendy sees it. "Thanks, I thought so. Here's what I want. I want things to stay the way they are, don't change me. In return, I'll make sure things go smoothly for all of us."

"What about-" you start to say.

"No, nothing! Oh, and don't return my old personality, I mean it! I don't want to switch between her and me. All I ask from you is to make me forget that we had this entire conversation, forget that I knew what you did on the bus and what you can do to the cheerleaders. Got it?"

You sigh, feeling defeated. "Yeah, I got it."

Wendy grabs your forearm and squeezes it gently. "I promise I'll handle things fine. Also, no guy I know has ever been as thoughtful as you. The basketball players are pretty hot but shallow. I do like you a lot actually, so I'll... I'll be yours if you want. Just look out for me..."

She lets go and looks at the floor. "It's really late, and we have school tomorrow. Speaking of which, we still have a long way to go until the year ends. You should go home. Apply the changes before you go to bed and don't over-think it."

You nod your head, grab your possessions, dress yourself completely, and start to walk out of her room.

"Wait, you forgot something!" she exclaims.

"Huh?"

Wendy walks over to you, tiptoes slightly and gives you a peck on the cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow. Drive safely!"

"Th-thanks. Good night Wendy," you say. "Sweet dreams." You leave the spacious mansion and head back into your car. It starts again without a problem.

Minutes later you're back home. Your parents are already asleep, so you quietly make your way into your room. A quick shower, some grooming, and then you're in bed. At Wendy's request you mentally make the changes occur. She is to forget what happened at her house, what you did on the bus, and the fact that she knows about your powers. The two of you are together now. Your lamp shuts off, and you close your eyes. Sleep comes easily as soon as your head hits the pillow.