Through Zoe's Eyes: Zoe the cheerleader.

"... we had you on my cheerleading squad." I looked away, suddenly feeling unsteady. I felt... *different*. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something had changed. I looked back at Sarah, who was rapidly blinking. She looked at me, and her jaw dropped. "You're... what the hell happened to you?" My first shock was that I was eye-to-eye with Sarah. I had always been a few inches shorter than the other girl, but somehow I had grown taller. I looked down and got two new shocks. My breasts had gotten bigger; I wouldn't be surprised if they were C-cups now. I instinctively cupped them, squeezing -- this had to be a dream. No one goes through a growth spurt in the blink of an eye. My hands moved down to my stomach, then down to my hips, then down again to my thighs. I had never been flabby, but suddenly I was perfectly toned, like I had spent the past two years exercising daily. This *had* to be a dream. "You look... older," Sarah said, shaking her head. After looking down, she added, "and why are you wearing the senior cheer team uniform?" It was true. Instead of the skirt I had put on this morning, there was one identical to the one Sarah was wearing right now. How had I suddenly changed clothing? "There you two are." Another cheerleader, a brunette I didn't recognize, was jogging up the path towards us. "Sarah, Zoe, c'mon. We're starting practice." "Practice? Wait, why her? She's not a cheerleader," Sarah asked, obviously as confused as I was. The brunette raised an eyebrow at Sarah, then smiled at me and shrugged. "Cold. I thought she liked you, Zoe. Anyway, practice starts in five. Can't have our two star girls be late." Sarah and I looked at each other in bewilderment.