You Unlock the Door and run

You dash as fast as you can to the door of the girls bathroom and quickly flip it open, running at breakneck speed back to the last stall at the end of the line, the larger handicap-accessible one, swinging it shut. You barely manage to click everything into place as they realize the door is unlocked. You hear it crash open, hitting the wall and the sounds of a couple dozen guy in barefeet charging in after you. Jake is the first one to the door and he kicks it open, readying to unleash hell on you for fleeing. He and the other boys, yelling and catcalling fall silent as they lay eyes upon you. You can just stare back at the assembled throng of horny boys as they take you in. You can see towels falling to the floor, laying forgotten next to your discarded costume, and your eyes widen as the large group of sex hungry jocks respond to your sudden transformation with aching erections. You gaze at them as they stare back in pure amazement.

You had just managed to get the other handcuff around the support railing before the door opened and now here you were, down on your knees, cuffed to the sides of the stall, completely helpless and wearing a completely done up cheerleader's uniform. It's a bubblegum pink and white one-piece with a low cut top that shows off a surprisingly curvy set of tits, given the speed with which you padded the top, and a skirt that comes down to just below your ass. You have tiny little white ankle-sneakers with knee-high socks and panties which are currently hidden from view. You are grateful you had your favorite and quickest to apply wig, the bright blonde bimbo one with the pigtails already done up. You wish you had the time to do the blush and the lipstick and little finishing touches but by the look on every last erect penis you could see (and there wasn't a single limp dick in your line of sight) it didn't seem to matter.

Someone behind Jake whispered holy shit and you solidly knew you had them. You looked up at the stunned crowd of man meat and tried to give your best innocent little smile, letting your tongue slide just out of your mouth enough to lick your lips. You decided you were going to love your new school.

"Well boys, if I'm going to help you out before the game, you'd better come and get me quick."