The Clique Stone: Cheerleader

Jon looked around his room with wide eyes. He didn't know why, but his bedroom now looked like it belonged to a girl. But not just *any* girl. The photos around the room told him that this room belonged to a *cheerleader*. "Okay, what's this all about?" Karyn asked, sounding annoyed. "What do you mean?" Jon asked. His eyes went wide again. His voice. It wasn't his voice. It was a girl's voice. He slowly looked down at himself and saw what he feared. He was now a girl. And *she* was wearing a tight pink T-shirt (which accentuated her new C-cup breasts), a white pleated miniskirt, and pink heels. The stone had added Jon into the cheerleader crowd, but since the school didn't allow boys to be part of the squad, it had turned Jon into a girl. "You know *exactly* what I mean," Karyn said. "Why did you call me over here? To mock me with all your bitchy friends?" She looked around. "Sarah's here. Isn't she?" "Sarah? Why the hell would Sarah be here?" "Why *wouldn't* she be? She's one of your friends." She paused, looking annoyed again. "You know what? I'm outta here. I'm not playing your games." "Karyn, wait. Something weird is going on here and I think it has something to do with the stone." "Stone? What are you talking about? What stone?"