Alt-Ending: Struck by Lightning (Jocks to Cheerleaders)

By FoxFaceStories

In this alternative ending, Jade decides to avoid the strange purple lightning storm when it returns, having embraced her new female life. But in his rush to save the gorgeous cheerleader, D’Angelo rushes forward and is struck himself! Now there are two  beautiful cheerleaders in this rearranged reality!

Alt-Ending: Struck by Lightning

I was captivated. Where once I had been on  the field, now I was the supportive cheerleader and girlfriend watching from the sidelines. My boyfriend and star of the football team Dee ran . He dodged, he pivoted, and he managed to push past an attempt to intercept him from the opposition. It was all so damn fucking close . It was like I was there . The adrenaline coursed through my system as easily as if I were the star captain again, and I realised I didn’t care to be; I just wanted my friend - my boyfriend  - to succeed.

        He surged forward, running faster than I’d ever seen him go. The crowd fell silent with anticipation, one final member of the Bulls rushing to stop his implacable advance.

        Only for my Dee to dodge past like he was an avatar of the goddamn wind itself.

        TOUCHDOWN!

        The crowd - me included - went fucking wild . There was no time left enough for the Bulls to win, and they knew it. The game was ours, the Lucky Stars were victorious, and already a great chant came over the crowd.

        “GO GO GO GO, GO LUCKY STARS!”

        We cheerleaders joined in. I wanted to rush onto the field and embrace the man who loved me, but his teammates were in the process of lifting him up, Ryan included. So instead, my best friend Sabrina, nudged me. She was the woman who had been my sexy girlfriend up until a strange purple bolt of lightning struck me and turned me into a sexy cheerleader as well. Like everyone else, she had no memory of who I was before reality was rewritten, but after the initial hurt of losing her as a lover, I’d come to embrace her as my girlie bestie.

         “Ready for a high fly?” she said with a wink.

        “Hell YES!”

        The sky was dark by this point, the clouds blotting out the stars, though perhaps I was the only one that was looking up and noticing this, given the harsh lights of the stadium. The events of the dream, tangled as they had been in my unconscious state, were definitely coming true. The purple lightning would strike any moment now, and I had to see things through. Dee was calling out to me in the crowd; the timer had finally run out, and the game was truly won.

        “Jade!” he was shouting. “I love you!”

        I wanted to shout it back. Fuck, I had changed so much in less than a week. I wanted him. I wanted his arms around me. I wanted him to spin me around. I hated how much I wanted to be his . To let him  be the star.

        Which was why I had to go back.

        “We can let you go first, then come back to finish the cheer?” Denise suggested. “The crowd will be fine. They’ll love it, even!”

        “No, let’s do the victory dance, as practiced,” I said. If I didn’t do it now, I might not have the will to ever do it again.

        We began our cheer, singing our victory ode to the Lucky Stars, our eyes on the celebrating team, our focus upon entertaining the crowd in the aftermath. I twirled and danced, kicked my lovely legs up, and threw out my arms to dazzle with my pom poms. We were lovely, all of us. We were beautiful. I was part of their sisterhood, following my captain’s leadership, but making sure to work within the confines of my body type. The fact that I could let my boobs bounce - painful as it could be when I overdid it - and shake my hips in all the right ways only confirmed how much I was getting used to being a woman. Hell, I was even celebrating that fact! It was to be one big, final show. A shame I never got to ride cowgirl or enjoy the embrace of D’Angelo one last time, or to feel his lips upon mine, but if this was how to be, I was going to let it end on a high note.

        “Enjoy it while you have it,” I said sadly to myself.

        And then it was time to fly. I was lifted up by my team, my sisters , and then launched  into the air just as we had practiced. The storm clouds rumbled far above me, the purple lightning ready to stream down as its violet light joined together above. It was as if everything was in slow-motion, like one of the action films I loved watching with Dee. The bolt was gathering, its forks piercing through the clouds to head straight toward me. I just had to perform the double somersault. It was easy; my instincts knew exactly how to follow it. The lightning was heading my way. I could feel its heat. Its power. The hairs on my arms rose. I was coming home. I was finally getting my dick back. I would be a man again. James Lin, here I come!

        “JADE! WATCH OUT!”

        It was Dee. Calling out for me, terrified for me. But he needn’t have worried, because I couldn’t go through with it. I twisted at the last second, pulling out of the somersault haphazardly and causing my body to turn out of control. The lightning struck, a purple bolt hammering directly onto the field and causing the crowd to scream and gasp. I could hear Lisa and Hillary in the chorus, and D’Angelo louder than anyone else. So much closer. Far   too close.

         My Dee. Oh God!

        It was Sabrina who saved me, working with Danielle to catch me as I tumbled off to the side. Even with the terror of a lightning strike right in their midst, they caught me as best as they could. I crashed down and all three of us fell together in a tangle of bodies. Pain shot up my right leg, but it didn’t feel serious. After all, it wasn’t like I’d been struck by lightning.

        Immediately, people rushed past me. I thought they would have cared more about my injury, but then I saw it: the last after-echoes of the purple bolt of lightning had finished striking the field, and right where it had pierced the ground was my Dee. D’Angelo.

        Smoke poured off of his form, and part of his uniform was singed. His eyes were wide in terror, but his hands were roaming his own form, clutching his body in disbelief that he had somehow survived a freakin’ lightning bolt, a strange bright purple one at that.

        “Oh God,” I murmured. “Dee. Please, someone help him!”

        I rushed to his side. Already, several medics were moving onto the field, but I don’t think the Flash himself could have beaten me in speed, because even with my right leg throbbing with pain, I skidded up to him, feeling the warmth emanating from the spot where the lightning had struck.

        “Dee! Dee! Can you hear me?”

        The man turned his head slowly, swallowing deeply, his body still trembling. It was like he was looking at me for the first time, and for a moment I was terrified that the man who had just professed his love to me had suffered some kind of traumatic brain injury from the strike. Instead, he blinked several times and finally spoke.

        “James? J-James? How did I forget you used to be James?”

        It was enough for my own jaw to fall to the ground, just as the response team quickly pulled him up onto a stretcher and wheeled him off of the field.

        He . . . remembered me!?

***

The next morning, Dee was set to be discharged. I had been unable to see him at first as his family wanted to be there for him, and perhaps because he had seen me as James in that last moment before he was taken away. I still wasn’t sure if I actually remembered or if it had just been a temporary understanding, or if he was grappling with that knowledge and not wanting to see me because of it. But then he’d reached out saying that he really missed me and wanted me to be his pickup, which was just the sweetest thing. Already, people were calling us the ‘unluckiest couple’, and the papers were plastered with that saying; they’d even managed to find two photographs that showed Jade Lin and D’Angelos Rays being struck in full colour. The headlines wrote themselves: Lovestruck , An Electrifying Romance , and so forth.

        Me? I was just glad that he was okay. When I finally got to his room he was sitting on his hospital bed all dressed to leave. I rushed straight to him, and I didn’t care how sore his body might be, because I gripped him tightly and pressed my lips against his, and we kissed several times until I placed one final tender mark upon his forehead.

        “You had me worried, big guy,” I told my boyfriend.

        “I’m sorry, baby,” he said, caressing my cheek in such a way that made me take his hand and kiss it. “But I’m all good. My nipples are sore, and my voice keeps breaking from time to time, and I swear that bolt singed off all of my body and facial hair, but I got out easy otherwise. I didn’t want you to get struck again.”

        “I turned at the last second, Dee. You - you shouldn’t have run towards the lightning like that. What were you thinking?”

        “I was thinking that my girl was in trouble, and I would’ve done anything to save her.”

        I paused, worried about broaching the next subject. “Dee, last night you said something to me, right before they took you away. They said-”

        “James, I know it’s you.”

        I felt my heart stop for several seconds. “What - what do you mean by that?”

        He shook his head, then held it in his hands. “I don’t know how to explain it. Maybe I’m crazy, but . . . it’s like I’ve got two sets of memories. Like I know the universe changed and it ain’t right. You used to be our star player, didn’t you, man? You were my best friend. Jesus, you were fucking Sabrina back then. She was your girlfriend. And then you got hit by lightning and-”

        “I was suddenly a woman,” I said. “And everything changed. I tried to tell people the truth, Dee, I swear. But no one knew, it was like-”

        “Like their memories had all changed,” he finished. “Yeah, I know. Jade, I don’t blame you, but . . . holy shit, dude. You might have turned back. I distracted you, and you could’ve turned back. Instead, you’re stuck as a cheerleader girl. I mean, you’re so beautiful, and - and I know we’ve made love, but I stopped you from going back to normal.”

        I sat up beside him and leaned my head on his shoulder. “This is my new normal now, Dee. I - I don’t know how else to describe it, but I chose  not to get hit by that lightning. I wanted to stay with you. I know it’s only been a week since I was struck by lightning, but that week has been everything. I feel like a woman, and I - I like  being a woman.” I chuckled a little. “Plus, having huge G-cup tits is quite cool, right? I mean, I get to be one of the only Asian girls to also have a huge rack!”

        At this, Dee chuckled. I was wearing a crop top that emphasised my ‘girls,’ and he looked over them appreciatively in a way that made my body light up.

        “I do like your massive rack, girl.”

        I giggled again. “I know you do. And I hope knowing who I used to be now doesn’t mean you can’t, you know . . . enjoy them.”

        He stared at me for a few seconds, taking in the full sight of me, and then finally my Dee smiled, reached out, and planted his hand upon my breast, squeezing it just enough to elicit a rather erotic moan.

        “You know, I got this whole room to myself and I can set a privacy mode while I ‘rest.’ Would you like me to show how much I’m cool with this female you right now?”
        I pushed him back onto the bed and then reached over to pull the curtain closed around it. The door was already shut, and the world outside didn’t matter. I straddled my hot man and smiled.

        “Dude, you are missing out, by the way. Having a pussy is so much better than a dick. Though having your big black dick inside me is a crucial part of that equation.”

        “Well, let’s get that equation solved, shall we?”

        The moans that followed were as sweet and passionate as they were full of relief. Finally, someone knew that I used to be James Lin. My boyfriend now knew every facet of me, and somehow, that made our relationship all the easier to not only accept, but come to love. I just wished I’d noticed how smooth his chest was now, and how large his nipples had grown, not to mention that his hair had grown out quite significantly. I was too lost in celebration and the throes of lovemaking to truly see the signs to come.

***

It was the next day, after D’Angelo and I had made love, that the new effects of the purple lightning began to make themselves known. I’d thought and hoped that the bolt had simply allowed my teammate-turned-boyfriend to know who I used to be, but Dee struggled to perform as he had previously. His dick kept softening, and despite the fact that I literally let him place it between my huge G-cup boobs and give him the best tittyfuck he could imagine, in the end he only managed a sad little spurt within me after quite a few failed attempts.

        “Sorry,” he muttered. “Must be the aftereffects of the lightning, or just the post-game jitters. A lot of post-game jitters. You know how it is; well, you used to, right?”

        I didn’t. In fact, I’d always performed with Sabrina quite well in the aftermath of a game, but I didn’t want to alarm him. Still, as I brushed his chest with my hands, soothing him in the aftermath of a less-than-stellar session of sex, I couldn’t help but flinch a little.

        “Babe, what is it? It’s not ‘cause you know that I know you used to be a man, is it? Because I can assure you, it’s not that from my side, I promise. I just have the jitters, or a cold or something. That’s why my voice is all squeaky.”

        But it wasn’t the odd squeakiness of his voice that concerned me, but the size of his nipples, and the shape of them too. And the fact that while he’d never had much body hair, leaving those sumptuous muscles on full display, now he appeared to have none . And after just two days of being told to take it easy, his muscles looked like they’d not been used in over a month, if not longer.

        “Dee, when I was struck by lightning, it took me a few days to fully change,” I said. “It didn’t happen all at once, and at first I didn’t think much of it. But little things started altering, and by then it was too late. Everyone thought I was Jade, and . . . that’s who I became.”

        “Is it wrong that I’m glad you did?” he said, caressing my heavy breast in a way that comforted me.

        I gave him a wan smile. “Of course it isn’t. I’m glad I chose to stay as Jade. I want to stay a woman, and - ohhhh! Stop it! This is serious!”

        He chuckled. “Sorry, you’re just so fine, baby. Just because I’ve got a little dysfunction going doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate my gorgeous Asian beauty with the best jugs I’ve ever seen. I bet  those  were strange to adapt to, huh?”

        I blushed. “They certainly were. They kept on growing. But listen Dee, what if . . . what if this happens to you as well?”

        “Naw, no way. I’m your D’Angelo. We’re meant to be together, Jade. That’s why the purple lightning bolt made me remember you.”

        “But your nipples, your muscles . . . your face looks softer. And your voice is squeaking a little, like it’s becoming higher.”

        The man immediately frowned. He got up out of bed and put his legs over the side, grabbing his underwear and trousers so he could immediately get dressed.

        “I ain’t listening to this, Jade. I love you, baby girl, but I’m not becoming a chick. It’s just the effects of the lightning strike, okay?”

        I was about to argue the possibility further, but decided it was better not to. Perhaps I was just being a little hyperbolic. The lightning strike had changed everything about my life. Hell, it had put me down bad for men . I’d had sex  as a woman, and felt Dee’s big black dick thrusting deep inside me. I’d accepted that, even come to embrace it.

        But I was very worried that my perfect new life was about to be disrupted, and worst of all, Dee would be the victim.

***

Sabrina and I were catching up for coffee on campus, sitting around on the green and laughing over the ridiculous male displays being put on for the pair of us by several other footballers. Doug Prenson and Tyler Jones both ‘just happened’ to be nearby, and they were flexing their muscles and generally just posing like a couple of himbos. I couldn’t deny that they were deeply attractive, but I only had eyes for my Dee.

        “Oh my God, they’re like a pair of peacocks,” Sabrina said, giggling to herself as Doug waved hello to her from twenty feet away. “I swear, I feel like I’m in a nature documentary right now.”

        “Don’t they know we both have boyfriends?” I laughed.

        At this, my bestie cocked her head and then grinned, tapping me on the shoulder. “My, my, you didn’t tell me you’d found someone! Go on, spill the tea, girl!”

        “Um, I’m with Dee, Sabrina, you know that.”

        “Dee? As in, Denise?”

        Now it was my turn to cock my head. “Who’s Denise? No, I mean D’Angelo.”

        “Oh wow, a mystery man! And here I thought a girl like you would definitely be going for a known and popular name on campus. But then again, I guess with that rack you could attract any man you want. Tell us about him!”

        A sudden chill ran down my spine. “Sabrina, what are you talking about? D’Angelo is the star of the football team. He got hit by lightning after scoring the touchdown just the other day!”

        At this, Sabrina suddenly extended her hand and felt my forehead. “Okay, well, you’re not running a fever. So is this a prank or something?”

        My heart was beating quicker. “Sabrina, what are you talking about?”

        “What are you  talking about, honey? It was Denise who got hit by lightning. The third of our damn bestie trio? I swear, I must be next on the lightning list! We girls have the worst luck.”

        Immediately I stood up, a shiver of anxiety coursing through me. “Sorry Sabrina, it was a - er, a bad joke! I have to go!”

        “Wait, does this mean you and her are an item? I thought you were thinking of dating Ed the linebacker?”

        But I was already racing, and I gave up on modesty and actually cupped my breasts so they’d stop bouncing so heavily. No bra was strong enough to stop all the wobbling of my huge boobs, and damn me, I’d actually worn a midriff-bearing crop top and everything. Men looked my way and some whistled, and goodness knows a few girls looked my way with annoyance or even jealousy. I didn’t care about their opinions, I was too busy racing towards Alpha Sigma Psi  as fast as I could. I was such an idiot! I should have checked on Dee this morning, but cheerleading workouts and trials for new members were early in the morning and I didn’t want to disrupt his well-earned sleep. But he hadn’t messaged me . . . oh God, I’d been so invested in talking to Sabrina I hadn’t checked my phone. I pulled it out and saw a flurry of panic, the most recent message making my heart stop.

         ‘JADE! PLEASE COME RIGHT NOW!!!!’

         I finally made it to the frat, but just as I was about to storm on in - no doubt the other male members would enjoy that  sight, since they loved checking me out when I came and went these days - instead I heard a “Pssst! Jade! Here!”

        I paused and circled around the side of the frat. To my shock, a very  effeminate man, or perhaps just a masculine-looking woman, was standing there, clutching a pile of clothes, her curly black hair dishevelled and her eyes wide in panic.

        “Dee!?” I asked.

        There were tears in her eyes. All of her clothing was female, I realised, and as she dropped it and ran to me, it was obvious she had shrunk in some places and grown in others. Her hips were wider, her shoulders much smaller, her muscles still present but greatly deflated. She gripped me in a hug, and this time it wasn’t just my breasts squashing up against her chest, but her breasts squashing up against mine. They were small, but they were there. I could feel them, and no doubt so could she. He. He was still  a he, damn it!

        “I’m becoming a fucking chick, Jade!” he whined.

        And with that voice, it became very  hard to view him as a man.

***

I got D’Angelo settled at the Gamma Gamma Theta  sorority, which was apparently not just her living space now but mine as well. But it made sense; how could I be living at a frat if I was no longer in a serious relationship with a leading fraternity brother? Now, D’Angelo’s identity had changed. He was Denise  Rays, and his social security card, his driver’s licence, his bank details - all of it! - confirmed this. It was just like when I changed, and even in the hours it took to calm him down and get him settled at the frat and properly dressed in a female pair of shorts and a tight shirt and just get him eating again, I could see that his changes were still progressing.

        Breasts slowly growing, filling out his shirt, nipples all the more prominent.

        Gorgeous Afro curls descending down towards his shoulders.

        Muscles shrinking, and thighs thickening in such a way as to give a future impression of what the new Denise would look like. It was enough to bring back flashbacks of my boobs expanding until they became the huge overripe melons I now possessed. Denise’s pair were at least a B-cup from what I could see. Enough that when she folded her - his, damn it! - arms beneath his chest, they produced a thin line of cleavage above the low collar of his shirt.

        “This ain’t fucking fair!” Dee cried. “I was trying to save you, Jade! I was trying to save you because I love you, girl. I know you used to be my best friend. You used to be this ripped God  on the football field, man, but I didn’t know that when reality changed, and I don’t care about it now. I saw the lightning coming for you and I just had to act , y’know?”

        “I know,” I said, sitting down next to him. “It - it may not be permanent, Dee.”

        “It will be,” he said, and God did he just sound like a woman by this point, his voice a little husky, but in that way that black women’s voices could often be. It was actually quite attractive, objectively. Unfortunately, I knew I wasn’t into women anymore, so that didn’t help.

        “I can f-feel them growing,” he murmured, cupping his tits, which were like little pimples next to my big, rounded boobs. “And my dick is . . . God, I had such an incredible dick. It was a big one, wasn’t it?”

        I gave him an awkward smile. “Really big, Dee. It rocked my world. Your dick did a lot of convincing when it came to me deciding to stay a girl.”

        “Now it’s less than average. My balls are shrinking. I - I had no idea why Ed Barnardt was kicking me out of the frat, telling me I needed to head back to my sorority now. And then I was looking at him and his shoulders, man, and . . . oh God.”

        “It’s okay,” I said, rubbing his soft back. “It’s okay. I know exactly what you’re going through. Trust me, Dee, I remember realising I found guys hot, too. You  were the guy.”

        He nodded, blinking tears and wiping them away. “Stupid girly emotions. God, this is insane. And no one but you and I remember any of it. I love you, Jade. What’s gonna happen to that?”

        The ugly truth reared its head. “Dee, if there’s no way to turn back, and if this is permanent - and I’m not saying it is - then I don’t think we can love each other anymore, at least not in that way. The change left me one-hundred percent into men. And . . . the same will be true of you, I think. You’re not even looking at my tits right now, and I’m literally leaning over to give you the view.”

        He sniffled. “Goddamn it. So unfair. And you went through this on your own? How did you manage?”

        I smiled thinly. “There’s . . . parts to being a woman that aren’t so bad, Dee. Parts I really like. It takes time, but it was less than a week before I knew I wanted to stay. Perhaps the same will be true of you.”

        Dee slowly nodded. Again, I could see his hair growing in real-time, and his breasts looked subtly bigger already. His waist looked like it was going to stay thicker than mine, but damn what a bod he was getting. It was a tragedy, but at the same time, I saw a look of determination slowly manifest upon my former boyfriend’s face. The soon-to-be-woman took a deep breath, and looked down at the view of his new breasts rising and falling.

        “Okay,” he finally said, voice just that little bit more feminine again. “Well if you could do it, then I damn well will too. I’m not alone. You were my best friend before, Jade. I guess . . .”

        I took his hand and squeezed it.

        “We can be best friends again,” I said.

        At this, he actually laughed. “Girly besties, huh?”
        “BFF bracelets and all.”

        And then the two of us laughed.

***

Dee’s changes progressed quickly from there. By nightfall, he was more emotional and withdrawn, and confirmed that he had “the full plumbing and everything now.” And by the next morning there was no denying that Denise was a full woman now. She had large breasts (though not, I felt with a bit of smugness, quite as big as mine), and a thick, curvaceous figure, muscled and athletic but with a generous ass and some incredible thighs. Her waist was a little thicker, but it only supported her gorgeous build, and she had a face that could have been a supermodel’s; all thick lips and defined cheekbones and mesmerising dark eyes, her face framed by tight African curls that fell in a mane down her back, though just a day after that  she was already leaning on the reality change to work her hair into gorgeous black braids.

        It was a difficult adjustment, but one made a little easier by the fact that she had a friend by her side. I helped her put on her first bra, and explained the various skincare products she now possessed, though just as with my own reality change, Dee picked up the nuances of female self-care fairly quickly. Clearly, the purple lightning came with more than just a change to our sexuality; it also gave us some mental adaptations. Perhaps that was why the day we had our next cheerleading practice, all in preparation for our own  cheerleading comps, of course, I knocked on Dee’s door to tell her where I was going.

        “You can stay here, and if you need anything, I’ve left my room unlocked. I know this is really hard, Dee. God, it’s hard for me too, sometimes. I really loved you, and I want you to know that I still do, even if it’s as friends again. You take today easy, okay? Don’t feel the need to get out and about. You can cancel your classes; just pretend you’re sick. I’ll be at cheerleading practice, but call me if you need anything. I’ll keep an eye on my phone and-”

        The door suddenly opened, and to my shock, there was Denise Rays, my best friend-turned-boyfriend-turned best friend again. Far from still lying in bed or just chilling in sweats, she had dressed her fine ebony form in the cheerleading outfit emblazoned with the Lucky Stars symbol, just like mine. Her toned midriff was exposed, and her skirt curved over her wide hips and left her lovely thighs on display. Her breasts, impressively large even if they weren’t my ridiculous level of boobs, were cupped up by her cheerleading top, practically straining against the fabric and leaving little of her shape to the imagination. To  my utter surprise, my friend had even put on some pale red lipstick and clearly done some work on her eyebrows, leaving her face not only deeply feminine but strikingly attractive. Her braids were piled back and held in place with a thick scrunchie, though two shorter braids framed her gorgeous face. For a moment, I was insanely annoyed that I was not male right now, because my friend didn’t just look beautiful, she looked like a goddamn African Goddess.

        “Dee?” I spluttered. “Holy shit, you look-”

        “Incredible?” she said, placing a hand on her hip and cocking it to one side in a supremely feminine gesture. “Yeah, I know it. Figured I’d see what all the fuss is about when it comes to this cheerleading stuff. I got some new muscle memory Jade - I can feel it - and I wanna get out there and try to figure out this new life of mine. So . . . what do you think?”

        I couldn’t help but laugh and embrace her. “I think you’re going to be very popular indeed!”

***

When we reached the field to practice, the other cheerleaders were already doing their stretches. Sabrina practically skipped over to us, a broad smile upon her face.

        “Fi-nally!” she exclaimed. “I was getting seriously worried that you two were sick or otherwise occupied, if you know what I mean.”

        She winked at us, and Denise shuffled on her feet a little. She definitely wasn’t used to having such an exposed body, but at least it was just women around us. For now.

        “I was just . . . figuring some stuff out,” she said. “Sorry Sabrina. I’m trying to get back on the horse.”

        “More like the stallion from what I hear!” Sabrina said with a giggle.

        Neither of us laughed. In fact, neither of us were really sure what our friend was talking about. “Um, is there something you’re referring to, bestie?” I asked. “Or did we miss a joke?”

        At this, Sabrina pouted and placed her hands on her hips. “Seriously, what is up  with you two? First, Jade here is acting like she’s dating some made up guy called D’Angelo and pretending she doesn’t know who Denise here is, and then Denise herself isn’t answering my messages or calls or wanting to go shopping for cute dresses with me anymore. Is this a struck by lightning thing? I mean, seriously, it’s like you two were born yesterday!”

        Denise and I exchanged a look at that, sharing a secret smile.

        “It’s just been a long couple of weeks,” I said.

        “The last week in particular,” Denise added.

        I chortled. “Speak for yourself. This has been going on for two weeks for me!”

        “Well, I’m still adjusting. At least we look great in our cheerleading uniforms, right?”

        “Damn right!”

        At this, Sabrina just rolled her eyes and sighed, though her expression was playful. “You two, I swear. Okay, fine. It’s just lightning issues, clearly! So long as you’re happy and healthy and I’ve got my besties by my side, things should be right. Are you ready to practice?”

        “Absolutely,” I replied, puffing up my very ample chest.

        Dee matched my energy. She’d always been a good competitor. “Right there with you, Sabrina.”

        “Awesome. Because I can see two very  interested and very attractive  men coming to watch the pair of you tumbling in the air.”

        We turned, and instantly I felt a delightful shiver through my body. Denise’s jaw hung loose, and I could tell that she was filled with similar feelings. Ed Barnardt and Tibalt Brown were approaching, both tall and muscular and goddamn handsome.

        “Um, that’s something else you’ll have to deal with,” I murmured to Denise. “Having guys want to date you.”

        “Want to date you?” Sabrina said, chuckling. “You guys are dating! I’m jealous!”

        “What?” Denise and I both said, but by that point both men had reached us, and suddenly I was being pulled into Ed’s embrace while Denise was being held by Tibalt. Before I even knew what was happening, Ed had planted his lips upon mine, and my body reacted instantly, especially from the sensation of my large breasts pressing against his hard chest.

        “Mhmm,” I moaned.

        Denise, to my astonishment, mimicked that same sound, especially as Tibalt lowered his hand for a quick and scandalous squeeze of her ass.

        “Ohhhh, T-Tibalt?”

        “Hey, call me Ty,” he said.

        She looked from him to me, and I looked from her to Ed. Neither of us had realised that reality had changed  this  much. We were both now dating other  former teammates, and already the pair of us were finding our bodies really  reacting to their male forms.

        “I guess I’m really in it now, huh?” Denise asked.

        I could only nod sheepishly, right before Ed kissed me again and Tibalt did the same to Denise. Yup, the lightning had done a number on both of us, this time.

The End