Yes

Oh, well. You have no dignity anymore, anyways.

Standing up on your knees, you hold your hands like a cute dog, make a pouty face, and whimper like a little dog.

The apron-wearing cheerleader sets down her cooking spoon and squats down in front of you. "Aaawww," she squeals, patting your head like a dog. "Who's a good little diaper bitch? You are! Yes, you are!"

Standing up, she puts her hand by your face. "Lick my hand."

Hesitantly, you stick out your tongue. Well, at least a perfect cheerleader would never let her hands get dirty. You trace your tongue all across her prim and pedicured hand, until she pulls it away.

"God, you're a bitch," the cheerleader says, returning to her cooking. "But, I guess I did promise you the reverse trigger...'No more walkies'."

As she says that, you feel your voice free itself. You can speak again!