It had been extremely difficult to make the squad, because I hadn't already been one in high school, like all the other girls.It had been extremely difficult to make the squad, because I hadn't already been one in high school, like all the other girls. But in high school, I was plump and too roly-poly to even think about trying out for cheerleader -- and I always regretted that fact. On an impulse, I grabbed an outfit that looked close to my size and sat on a bench, in front of a locker. Here was my chance to finally wear my high school colors! The uniform was sparkling white with the school's name emblazoned across the front in blue and gold. What the hell! Who would ever know? I'd put it right back on the rack afterwards. I stood up and unzipped my dress down the back. Next came my slip. I quickly unwrapped the uniform, pulled the top over my head and shimmied the too-tight skirt up my legs and over my hips. I walked over to the big mirror to take a look at myself and laughed at the sight. The uniform was too small and too short. The skirt was so short I could see my stocking tops, so I rolled my stockings off and stepped back into my high heels. Now, when I looked in the mirror, I saw that the tight top stretched across my big boobs, the short skirt with only tiny panties on under it, and the black high heels perverted the uniform into something erotic, rather than innocent. But wasn't that the trademark of the best cheerleader outfits, like the Dallas Cowboys' squad? . |