"Come on, get up"<br /><br />"Why? What's the point now?"<br /><br />"Oh, despair huh? That's fresh coming from you."<br /><br />"I was in charge! This was my team! Now look at me."<br /><br />"So you got a taste of your own medicine. We all figured it would happen eventually."<br /><br />"But I'm too smart to have had this happen!"<br /><br />"Apparently not, lady. You're as plastic as the rest of the cheerleaders now, and you're joining the squad. Like it or not."<br /><br />"Why? So that you can all mock me for being like you?"<br /><br />"I bet you'd actually like that, but no. See, you tricked all of us into taking this form, and now you've been tricked yourself. Well, we banded together over our shared situation. Yeah, it's maybe not ideal spending most of the day with a pole up our ass, but there are good sides to being what we are."<br /><br />"Wait... Are you... Comforting me?"<br /><br />"Yeah. Or trying to anyway. You're one of us now, who you were doesn't matter. Come on. Get up off the ground. The squad is arranging themselves in the change room as we speak and I don't want to miss the pre-game entertainment."<br /><br />"The... What?"<br /><br />"Feel between your legs and figure it out. You didn't smooth us out when we changed, so we've found ways to have fun with our new forms. Now are you coming or what?"<br /><br />"Aaah. That's sensitive! What you all must feel..."<br /><br />"We all. Let's go lady!"<br /><br />"Okay. Coming."<br /><br /><br />Image made with Wombot AI