"Before you make your grand entrance on campus, I think a few more alterations are needed," Wendy smirks as she picks up the scissors she used previously on your cheer uniform's panties and skirt pleats. "Steady her, girls."
The three other sorority sisters dutifully obey. Each of the brunettes grab an arm. The bleached blonde holds you at your trim waist.
Wendy first dips down to your hips and begins to slice near the tops of your thighs. You look down to try and see exactly what she is accomplishing, but it's hard to tell from that angle. As she works her way around your skirt hem, you feel the steel blades of the scissors against your asscheeks as well. As Wendy straightens back up, you see scraps of pleats three or four inches long laying at your feet. The short collegiate style skirt was twelve inches long at best. You can only imagine what it looks like now.
Wendy feels under your purple and gold knit sweater. "That bra will have to go as well!" She simply snips your backstrap and pulls the V neck aside to snip at the shoulder straps. The bleached blonde helpfully pulls the useless undergarment from under your sweater.
Wendy then holds the sweater hem taut as she knifes the scissor blade up into the thin knit. Your sweater had been cropped to show a little belly. Wendy has gone nearly nine inches further up, beginning to cut just below the name of your school.
Making the cheerleading team had been such a source of pride for you. Now, these mean girls had made a mockery of the uniform that you were once so proud of. You look at your reflection in the mirror they had paraded you before. Tears trickle down your apple cheeks as you look at your uniform now. Your sweater is cropped so short the bottom swells of your generous boobs show. Likewise, the bottoms of your asscheeks when they turn you around.
"Okay girls," says Wendy. "It's showtime!"
Who will you be shown to?--
--faculty?
--entire campus?
--cheer coach?
--the dean of students?
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