The big Pinkwhistle show!

Magnetic fields are interesting things.

The tiny magnets sewn into the cuffs and collars of the Pinkwhistle girls' jumpsuits could easily be activated from a distance. Since the girls were already holding each others' hands, as clearly specified in the instructions, what that did was link all the cuffs together, so the girls couldn't let go of each other. This meant, of course, that they couldn't move their hands in front of their bodies.

Also, a magnet in each collar was pulled upwards, towards the top of the bleachers. This stopped the girls from bending over, even as a group. They had to stand up straight, tall and proud, for the whole world to see. They were doing that already, of course, but now they had ****.

Finally, magnets in the soles of the little booties built into the girls' jumpsuits were activated, gluing their feet to the metal bleachers. The booties wouldn't come off. So the girls all of a sudden found out that they couldn't move. They were stuck in the stands, holding each other's hands, presented in rows to the whole population of Greenvalley, and the waiting TV cameras.

"Hey," said Anne, wriggling. She'd meant to whisper, but of course the microphone caught what she was saying and amplified it to the whole crowd, who chuckled. "What's going on?"

"I don't know," whispered back Monique. It was as if time-sensitive glue had somehow been applied to the palms of her hands and the soles of her white cheer shoes, trapping the cheerleaders in their human pyramid. "Anne?"

"Yes, Monique?"

"You don't suppose we've been... pranked?"

"Come on," scoffed Anne, the mike carrying her words to every last person in the football field. "We're way too smart for that. There's no way Greenvalley could prank us. Pinkwhistle rules!"

There was the sound of disintegrating cloth, as the dozens of tiny microdetonators that had been sewn into the fabric of her cheerleading uniform all went off at once. Leaving Anne-Marie Patchett, pretty blonde homecoming queen, standing before the Greenvalley bleachers and every last boy in her high school in nothing but her hot pink spanky pants.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!"

Anne-Marie tried to lower her arms. But she couldn't move. Her pom-poms were glued to her hands, and the magnets in the pom-poms refused to get any closer to the Earth's galvanic field. So there she was. Stuck, on top of a human pyramid, in her spanky pants, lovely perky pink-nippled apple-sized tits on the entire world to see.

Tits that sparkled green. The glitter that had been hidden in her bra had done its work.

A voice came over the loudspeaker, as the mirrored glass in front of Samantha's private box slid away, revealing its contents to the world. Peggy Jackson gasped, and clenched Nina's hand tightly. "That bitch! What is she up to?"

"We have to get out of here!"

"We can't!"

"Wow," said Samantha, impressed. "Pinkwhistle girls really do keep their spanky pants on." She paused for laughter. "Pity about everything else."

And she pressed a small button on the arm of her chair.

Instantly all the other cheerleader uniforms exploded into tiny scraps of cloth and drifted away, trapping the mortified cheerleaders in a topless human pyramid. A dozen luscious bodies, clad in only tiny lycra shorts, flexed and squirmed. Two dozen pretty cheeks turned bright red as two dozen lovely bouncy breasts glittered green in the bright sunlight.

Cameras zoomed in. Each jumbotron showed the squirming girls from a different angle, one capturing Monique's tender brown nipples, another recording the horrified expression on Anne's face.

"You were so smug about making me take off my spanky pants," gloated Samantha, as Ruby squirmed in her lap. "Well, here we are, girls. You've got all the spanky pants you could ever ask for. How do you like it?"

And she pressed another button.