Terrance wasn't necessarily anti-social; he was just really shy. He didn't know what it was, but talking to girls wasn't his strong suit. He'd either stutter, get nervous, or make himself look stupid in general. Of course, he had girl friends, but talking to girls all together wasn't something he was interested in doing a lot. However, there was one girl Terrance had his eye on. A girl named of Eve. She was part of the school's cheerleader squad. They had only talked once, but Terrance actually kind of liked her more than enough to be 'just friends'. Sadly, given his current nature of talking to girls, it was going to be near impossible to be the boyfriend he want to be to her. So, he ended up following her around most of the time.
Terrance wasn't a creeper nor a stalker. He was constantly playing the conversation through his head, running through the lines like quicksilver through a crevice. Period after period, day after day, practice session after practice session, Terrance couldn't get it just right. It was one day that Terrance sat in the bleachers behind the cheerleader squad, eyeing Eve and playing the scenario once more. However, the clip was cut short when the squad actually came up into the bleachers. As a matter of fact, they were walking towards Terrance!
"What's your problem?" One girl asked him.
"My... Huh?" Terrace was confused.
"Don't play dumb; you know what you're doing." Another girl jumped it.
Terrance scratched his head, "I really don't know what you're talking about. I'm just sitting here watching--"
"You're following me, you creep." Eve finally said.
"What? No! I mean, yea, I am, but--"
"Why? What are you thinking about doing to me, perv?
"No, no! I wanted to ask you out, really! I-I'm just really bad at talking to girls and I didn't know what to say." Terrance could already feel the cold sweats blow through his body.
The girls looked at him with distrust, "How do know you're not just saying that?"
"Eve, you know the one time I had talked to you; how I was?" Terrance slid his hand accross his face, ridding of any sweat that had formed.
"No, girls, he's telling the truth. I can see him already getting edgy. All right, Terrance, I believe you, but don't go following me again. Just ask me; I don't bite and neither do they."
He relaxed, letting a sigh of relief out, "Cool! I'm sorry, Eve."
"It's all right. Come on, let's go inside and get you some water. Maybe I'll even give you a few tips on how to pick up on girls." She winked.
The group headed inside and brought Terrance into the girl's locker room without his knowing. One of the girls handed him a bottle of water.
"Of course, you'd need to get over this nasty habit of being nervous." Eve began, looking through a locker, "I think this might help."
Eve held up a red cheerleader outfit, "How is that going to help me?" Terrance asked.
"Well, to get over anxiety, you need to get over embarrassment, maybe a little humiliation, but more so, a taste of what a girl likes, so you don't mess up on your first date. Go ahead and put this on." Eve placed the dress on his lap.
"Trust me. Trust us."
Terrance looked down at the dress, then back at the girls, "All right..."
Terrance took his shirt off and attempted to put on the small, tight top on, but continuously struggled to fit it over his head. It already felt tight just squeezing his arms through the holes on the sides, but he felt like he'd rip it just trying to pull it over his head. Eventually, he got his head through, but the shirt was extremely tight on him. He felt like he was suffocating. He pulled around his neck and stretched the shirt, attempting to make it fit his size. Looking down, he noticed that his arms were a little smaller. His stomach actually looked a little more flat and less masculine. He figured it was the loss of air making him see things.
The next thing in line was the skirt. He was a tad embarrassed to take his pants off in front of a bunch of girls, but, he was a pretty well built guy and didn't have much to hide. So, he began to slide the skirt up towards his waist. Like the shirt, it didn't fit. He tried sucking in his stomach and compressing his legs. Eventually, he got the band around his waist and clipped the button down to confirm a solid fit. When he looked down at himself, however, he could see that he didn't look like he did before he put the outfit on. His legs, for one, were slimmer and more smooth than before. On top of that, his waist also seemed smaller. There was a distinct shape to his stomach, now that he looked more closely at it.
His examinations were cut short when Eve complimented his new look, "Well fit! I didn't think you'd fit in my size."
"I... Thanks, I guess?"
"There's just one more thing..." Eve took a red ribbon from her locker and held it up to Terrance.
She went behind him and began to tie the ribbon in a simplistic, but rather fancy looking bow. As she tightened the knot, Terrance felt this sort of warmth fall down to his shoulders. He didn't know what it was, but with the bow in place, he certainly felt more relaxed.
"Perfect!" Eve whispered in awe.
"How do I look?" Terrance looked down again, seeing his weird looking body.
"Like a normal cheerleader! Though, there's one thing that you'll need before it's authentic."
Eve pointed at her chest. He looked down at himself and saw the flat chested piece that was him, "So, what, I get toilet paper and fill myself?"
Eve smirked, "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that."
There was a feeling of heaviness that made Terrance slump slightly. He looked down and watched as the flat barrens soon rose to small dunes that gave his body the extra tone of 'cheerleader'. His eyes widened with shock.
"Wait, what?! What did you do?!"
"Oh, you know, I gave you that cheerleader outfit. It's just your doing, Tee." She winked.
With his sudden find of breasts, Terrance felt a sense of emptiness. He squeezed his legs together and shot his hands down to his groin. The only thing he felt was the soft silk of new found panties that had clung to him and an empty space that didn't exist until now.
"I'm... You?" His voice was much higher now.
"Come on, Teri, the only way you'll know what a girl likes is if you know how to think like one." She placed an arm around her new girl friend, "Come on, it's time to practice. I think you might like this new regiment that I came up with!"