Inbuilt superiority

 Inbuilt superiority

Chris wanted to lose... he wanted to fail. But he couldn't.

Ashley's body, his temporary home, was fighting back and resisting. Muscle memory and emotions were over-riding his will to make him want to win.

A desire to be the best - to be the hottest, most popular, most bitchy cheerleader in the school had overtaken him and he couldn't seem to stop himself.

His head was in a daze and when his lips moved it felt like someone else was speaking. He moved with perfect feminine grace; routines and manoeuvres he had never practised coming effortlessly to him.

The other girls looked at him with shining eyes. They wanted to BE him. They recongised their natural leader. One by one each of them was falling in line, coming over to his side.

In the corner, his sister was being isolated. The girls were moving away from her as if she were a leper. There were bitter tears in her eyes, tears of resentment and rage.

Chris felt his pussy get wet.

******

This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

Possessing the hated Ashley had been Lucy's idea. The Head cheerleader was graduating and a new leader was needed. This was finally a chance for someone like Lucy to wrest control of the squad and turn them from a cruel, mean, clique of self-obssessed bitches into a kinder more gentler squad.

She just needed a way to undermine Ashley, to prevent the upcoming bitch exerting her influence on the squad and becoming the Head cheerleader.

Chris had agreed to cast a spell that turned him into a ghost. Then last night he'd flowed into Ashley whilst she slept and took control.

Now - it was as if Chris had never existed. As the person who had cast the spell, only Lucy remembered the old him. Only together could they reverse the spell and return him to full life.

Or he could stay as Ashley forever.

The thought was thrilling.

From the first moment he'd opened her eyes and sat up in bed he'd known he was in trouble. He just felt so fucking good and at home in her body.

Chris loved his new tits and his long blonde hair. He liked how rich his family was, how good it felt to be spoiled. Ashley's pussy was amazing and her popularity and influence intoxicating.

She was just naturally superior. No matter who was inside her body, they would always be better than other people.

The bottom line was that Chris couldn't fail, because Ashley was just naturally superior. Her power was inbuilt.

He couldn't help it if he was so fucking pretty now. It wasn't his fault that his body was so bendy and flexible. He knew he had been meant to throw the Head Cheerleader trials - but it had felt GOOD to be better than everyone else, to see others worshipping him.

His slutty pink mouth twitched into a smirk of superiority. He looked at the girls. They were all his now. The coach was already walking over with thr Head Cheerleadera uniform to give him.

His eyes flicked to Lucy. She was sobbing, looking at him with pleading eyes.

His smirk grew.

God... she was so fucking pathetic. So useless and weak. He looked down at his body and felt his pussy get even wetter.

"Fuck you Ashley. This is my body now. I can't go back to being a loser. I'm taking it all and becoming you."

The new Ashley tossed her hair with a natural motion and giggled as she took the uniform from the coach.

"Thanks coach. I'll be the best Head Cheerleader ever. I only have one little request. Can we throw that crying little bitch Lucy off the squad?"

He nodded and Ashley clapped her hands excitedly.

The other girls surrounded her and Ashley felt the thrill of being a Queen Bee surrounded by drones.

She grinned as her friends whispered in her ear that her boyfriend the quarterback was waiting in the locker room with his big dick out and he had asked her to wear her new uniform and no knickers.

Giddy at the thought of getting fucked, Ashley walked away to find him, not even sparing a glance at Lucy who was being kicked off the squad.

Some people were built inferior and for others like her, it just came naturally...