Elle finds the cheerleaders

Clearly, Ryan must have stolen the helmet from the little brats and scared them off because searching for Ben and his friends led nowhere. We even tried looking for Ryan himself but no luck there either. Sarah insisted on splitting up to hunt them down quicker but I really did not want to risk Ryan jumping my bones alone and having me play out his twisted fantasies. Hence, we stuck together, even skiving off class for the rest of the day. Soon, it was time to go home and it was while waiting for the bus that disaster struck.

"Sarah, why can't you see things my way?"
"Your way sucks! If you tell Dad that I nicked his million-dollar invention, he'd pop a fuse and disown me!"
"How is that worse than being controlled and whored out by your own brother?"
"Because Ben doesn't want to actually hurt you!"

I wanted to point out that her father wouldn't hurt her either but my mouth didn't move and I just stood still. Was it just the fear of confrontation? I didn't feel any rush of arousal like before. But then the bus arrived and I was still frozen. Sarah climbed on and I tried to call out to her for help but, for some godforsaken reason, I instead told her that I was meeting up with a friend and had to leave. Sarah, stop me! Someone had taken control again! No, don't wave! Come back!

Watching my only escape route drive off without me, I was marched back into school. Partially glad that I wasn't taken shopping again, my treacherous body dragged me to my locker to grab my gym trainers and then into the girls' changing rooms where a quintet of cheerleaders were arguing.

"What are we going to do without Christy?"
"Relax, Amy, nobody's gonna notice one missing girl."
"Erika, there's six of us. We're not exactly a crowd."
"I doubt people are--"

They jumped when they saw me at the entrance. Amy (I think she was in my geography class?) walked up to me, furious that I had been eavesdropping, and demanded to know what I wanted. And then the worst thing that I heard that day came out of my mouth:

"I'm here to fill in for Christy."

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Just to be clear, I hated sports for one specific reason: my boobs flopped around a lot without a good bra. I had enough hollering boys leering at me so I made it no secret that I would rather have ten Saturday detentions than take up cheerleading and let a bunch of jocks ogle me. That didn't stop my puppet master from shoving my tits into a top too small to contain them and a skirt too little to reach my knees. They at least had the decency to put some underwear on me but that didn't make me any more comfortable with what they were making me do. If anything, it confirmed that I was going to flash some people.

I internally groaned and prayed that this would be over quickly. My puppeteer re-opened the locker that they got the uniform and panties from, which I'm guessing were Christy's, and pulled out some strange box. It was only until I walked to the bathroom mirror and opened the box that I realised what they were doing.

Hey, no! No makeup! Please, I've embarassed myself plenty today!

I used every fibre of willpower I had to restrain my own damn body but, no matter what, I got powdered and brushed and dabbed all over. Not a prick was felt as my face came out looking ready for a porn shoot. Puckered lips were coloured red, winged mascara were penciled onto my eyelids and, just for an extra kick in the teeth, they even painted my fingernails while humming a jaunty tune.

Once the nail polish had dried, I admired myself in the mirror, gave myself a twirl, blew a kiss and took a selfie with my tongue sticking out. Ugh, they made me look like such a stereotypical slut. At least it was a girl controlling me. No way some random nerd picked up the helmet and knew how to expertly apply makeup. I couldn't lie, they made me gorgeous. The strawberry lipstick and nails matched well with the red and white of the cheerleaders' uniforms. In fact, the uniforms were pretty tasteful too. No exposed midriff or miniskirt but also enough bare skin to make sure I didn't boil. I just wished they didn't flaunt me off like merchandise.

"Alright, Elle, ready to go?" Erika said.
"You bet!" I giggled. I do NOT giggle like that.
"Just follow what we do. It's only the first match of the season so nobody will care if you slip up a little."
"Oh, don't worry, I know the moves!"
"...You do?"
"Uh, yeah, I watch you guys practice all the time. Christy gave me her spot since she knew I learnt your dances by heart."
"Oh. Um, okay, then. Glad to have you with us."

For the record, I didn't even know when the cheerleaders practised. Erika clearly had her suspicions but she stayed silent as we all walked down to the field where some guys were stretching and chatting with each other. Once they saw us, one approached us with a smirk on his face. Wait, I know that guy. Don't tell me he recognises me...

"Hey Elle! Didn't know you did cheerleading."
Crap. "Hi Lucas! I'm just subbing in for Christy. Can't have our team lose their touch over a broken leg."
"So you're replacing her?"
"Ooh, I would if I could. But the girls aren't accepting new members. This is just for today."
"Shame, you look hot in the outfit." Gross.
I giggled again and twirled my hair. "Thanks, Lucas." God damn it, don't give him the wrong idea.

Thankfully, the whistle blew to signal the match beginning so I waved him off and got into my position. I quietly resigned myself to my fate but that didn't mean I had to like it; my small bra was already starting to cramp my boobs. Hopefully the size would keep them from wobbling.

Hopefully.

It wasn't too bad. Not many people were spectating so only the players could perv on me and they were too focused on the game. Of course, some bystanders came to watch the girls in red, Lucas kept giving me the eye and I was **** to respond by coyly smiling back but no weird comments were made. The only thing making me uncomfortable was how sweaty I got, which could easily be fixed with a nice long shower. After this was over and I was let go, I could just pretend that this was all a bad dream and never acknowledge it again.

Needless to say, I jinxed myself.

"Hey, Elle, are you doing anything later?"

I spun around to meet up with the hulking mass that was Lucas Bigley. What did he want with me? I wasn't letting anyone else in my body. This chip was coming off the moment I broke free. My controller stood there speechless so she didn't know either. I had to wait until Erika grabbed me from behind.

"Yeah, she is. All of us are heading out to the diner in town. No boys allowed."

He simply shrugged and walked away. I would have kissed Erika on the mouth for getting me out of that but I just continued to stand there dumbfounded.

"Sorry, Elle, but Christy's got her eye on him. He's off limits."

Wait, what? Was she implying...

Eww! Lucas? Of all people? God no. Never. If I had to date a energy drink fueled beef-brain, I'd ask Stacy to come and slap me. I'd sooner go out with Ryan than this man.

...

Okay, that was harsh. Lucas wasn't ugly or mean but he had more muscle than brains and his entire personality was sports. Not my type.

Refocusing my attention, I noticed that everyone was gathering together for something. The guys were standing and the girls were getting onto their knees with a much older man in front waving his arms around. Circling around him revealed that he was taking a picture and trying to get everyone into frame. Oh right, we won. Of course there would be a victory photo. Well, I'm just a substitute, no need for me to--

"What are you doing, Elle? Get in!"

Me and my damn mouth. I wanted to scream as I jovially hopped down next to Erika and beamed at the cameraman. Leave! Get out of there! This would be on social media! Everyone is gonna see me!

SNAP!

And thus I was immortalised as a cheerleader. Great.

Heading back up, the other girls were discussing things without me and Amy (she seemed to be the head of this clique) kept getting whispered to and nudged. I found out very quickly why.

"Hey, Elle, we are actually heading out to town. Want to join us?"

No, thank you. I just wanted to get home and be clean again. It was getting dark and Mum would be home soon. I felt my mouth stretch into a wide smile.

Oh god. Please say no, please say no, please say no...

"If you were so into cheerleading, why didn't you join us earlier? We would have loved you at tryouts."
"I wasn't sure I'd be good at it. I only came today because Christy couldn't make it."

Mentally, I was sighing. I was still in these stupid clothes and the sweat was making them stick. My body chatted with the girls like we were all best friends, ignorant of my mind's struggles. What if someone saw me? It was bad enough that Lucas flirted with me. Imagine how many other guys were drooling at me, at the thought of having a cheerleader as their arm candy.

"So how do you know her?" Erika asked.
Sorry? I phased out the rest of the conversation, who are we talking about again?
"Oh, we bumped into each other one day and couldn't stop talking," I replied.
"Strange, she never talked about you."
"Yeah, well, I got more into my books and Christy's life was on the field. We still saw each other but we only started talking again once she broke her leg. She basically **** me into coming here."

The look of scepticism on Erika's face was hard to miss but Amy cut in before anything else was said.

"I'm glad she did. You basically stole the show. Won't be long before all of the boys start asking for your hand in marriage."

We all laughed at that. Even I did, though it was a terrifying scenario to imagine. When the laughter died down, the silence left behind was deafening. The fact remained that I was not officially one of them. Today was the first and last time I would hang out with them. I wasn't gonna enlist but their wistful faces were hard to look at. Eventually, it got too much and we all just left the diner.

Finally. This day was over. Literally. As in the sun had set. The clouds were basked in a lovely orange while the skies prepared to fade to black.

I had fun. Body Rentals was alright but only when I was awake and controlled by a girl. With however many boys that had been in my skin, I was content with never doing this again. Deep down, I readied to resume control but Amy stopped us at the school gates. She glanced to the rest of the team, who nodded back at her, before clearing her throat and asking me a question I never thought I would be asked:

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