Over his head

 OVER HIS HEAD



Jenna was mad. She wanted to be the new Head Cheerleader, as was her right - but that bitch Madison had hidden the magic pom-poms somewhere in school before she left.

Whoever used the Pom Pom's would be infused by their evil magic - being transformed into a spiteful, mean, popular bitch. They would become an irresistible force and the new Head Cheerleader.

By tradition each Head cheerleader passed the pom poms onto a chosen second when the time was right - but Jenna and Madison had argued last week and the other girl had hidden the pom poms for revenge.

Madison was moving to live in Europe and couldn't give a shit that Jenna wasn't strong or sexy enough without the pom poms to rule the school. "If you want the power you'll have to fucking earn it," she'd sneered. "Good luck finding them."

Now Jenna was scouring the school in desperation and she had forced her loser brother Hunter to help her. She had him running around the building searching every cupboard and locker with her. He had been told to bring the pom poms to her at once if he found them.

Yanking open one of the lockers, Hunter yelled triumphantly as he suddenly found the white and black pom poms. Picking them up he called to Jenna. "Sis I found them."

Holding them over his head he shook them to show her.

"Noooooo you idiot... don't do that," she gasped in horror - but it was too late.

The Pom Poms glowed... and thinking they had just begun a routine they came to life. Hunter squeaked in panic as his arms began to move automatically in the first parts of a cheerleading routine.

Dark energy flowed down from the pom poms into Hunter. He groaned as a delicious feeling of superiority and dominance filled him. His mouth opened and strange words came out.

We're fired up,

We're bitchy

We're turning up the heat.

The power of these pom poms (clap,clap,clap)

Never can be beat!

With a moan Hunter threw back his head and his bones cracked and shifted. His body doubled in on itself become smaller and slender, but with a curvy and toned physique.

Hunter's short blonde hair lengthened and gathered into two pig tail bunches as his face became more symmetrical and softer with pouting pink lips and big blue eyes.

With a groan he pushed out his chest and his shirt stretched as two full, firm breasts swelled out.

His clothing began to change... melting and reforming into the skimpiest, tiniest little mini-skirt and cheerleading top. Makeup flowed over his face as tiny diamond stud earrings popped into his ears and his fingernails turned a glossy black to match his outfit.

Hunter giggled as she felt her cock slide back up inside her and she wiggled her hips and bum happily as she enjoyed the feeling of having a pussy instead.

"Oooh like wow sis... now I like totally see why you wanted these pom poms."

Twirling athletically Hunter performed a few more steps of her routine effortlessly. "Too bad I'M the new Head Cheerleader. You don't mind do you bitch?"

Jenna sobbed as she felt an irresistible urge to obey and serve Hunter filling her. The power of the pom poms was warping her mind and making her want to please and satisfy the other girl.

"No Hunter... you're so much better than me... I'm happy to be in your squad and obey you."

"Good girl," purred Hunter with a wicked grin. "Now let me put these somewhere safe and then let's go have some fun. I have so much to do and enjoy now I'm in charge."

She winked at Jenna.

"Better luck next time sis."

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