Typical me, always getting into arguments.

My name is Tim. I'm a senior in high school. This is the story about the time I took things too far.

I was on the basketball team at my high school. Recently, we had lost a game because of miscommunication. This was largely because of the cheerleaders. They were at fault because we couldn't hear over them. I chose to bring this up to Rachel, the head cheerleader.

"It wasn't our fault." She claimed.

"Yea it was. We couldn't hear each other over your stupid cheers," I rebutted.

"They're not stupid! We spend a long time on our routines. It's a lot of work."

"Oh please, cheer doesn't do anything. All you have to do is look hot, which so many of you fail anyway."

"Are you saying cheer isn't a sport?!" she demanded.

"Well, when your older, you may start a pick up game of basketball, volleyball, football,soccer, but no one starts a cheer practice."

"Ugh, I've had enough of you." Suddenly, she kicked my in the balls. In pain, I bent over only to be knocked out.

When I awoke, I was in the training room. I was relieved to know that I was getting treatment. Then, I realised that no one was here. I looked around and looked in a mirror to realise that I was wearing the cheer uniform.

I maroon skirt lay on my hips and legs. A cheer top that cropped right above my stomach was on my torso. I was very confused until Rachel and a few other girls walked in.

"Oh damn he's still himself," one jeered.

"Patience," Rachel reminded, "it will begin soon. So, do you like your uniform?"

"What the hell is going on? What are you trying to do? Embarrass me?" I questioned.

"I'm trying to teach you a lesson. To do that, I'm going to show you how hard cheer can be. You are going to turn into a freshman cheerleader."

"That's impossible."

"Look," one cheerleader yelled, "it's beginning in his legs."

I stood up and went over to a mirror. I noticed my muscular legs had no hair. Then I noticed that I was losing height. I was now about 5'1". "What have you done?" I screamed.

"I told you. Your turning into a freshman cheerleader," she laughed.

My legs lost a lot of muscle. They soon gained a whole lot of fat on them. They became skinny and hairless, and when I went to touch them, they squished about because of lack of muscle and a lot of feminine fat.

"Stop this now!" I demanded.

"Stop focusing on me, and focus on yourself."

My hair turned a blonde and went past my shoulders. They then grabbed it, and put it into a high ponytail. My eyebrows thinned and my lips plumped. My nose grew petite. At my beck, I felt my Adam's apple disappear.

"No," I said in a high sing-songy voice.

"Yes," they all taunted.

My arms became skinny and fatter much like my legs. My hands shrank and my finger nails became very well manicured. My abs disappears and a very small layer of fat covered them. The girls poked my abs and laughed as the region grew softer and softer. All of my hair disappeared.

"Look at his chest!" A girl yelled.

I hadn't realized that I was wearing a bra. My chest began to tingle. Soon, fat gathered on my chest. Breasts swelled out. Soon, my B cups were filled with two breasts.

"They aren't super big boobs," Rachel exclaimed, "but they are big and perky."

Down my body, I saw my hips flair out. They grew wider and wider till they were about 34 inches compared to my 26 waist. My ass began to grow. Fat piled up on top of it. The back of my skirt was being pushed up by swelling cheeks. It was so huge.

"That's by far your best feature. It's super big." Rachel stated, slapping my big butt. "From now on, your name of Tiffany, Tiff for short."

The girls then put make up on me. By the end of it, I looked like a cheerleader. I had a big butt, and big perky tits. I looked young. From that moment on, I was a total airhead. I always flirted with guys, always wore push up bras, and failed all my classes. The girls became my cheer squad and best friend. Everyday, I try to stop my actions, but I have no control. I guess I should've known when to stop.