As the captain of the cheerleading team, Chloe was supposed to be the one to introduce Lila to the other girls and give her a tour of their team dressing room (locker rooms, at University Sale, were apparently only for men). However, Chloe must have slept in late, as on Saturday morning another girl greeted Lila before tryouts.
They met outside the dressing room door. The girl was taller than Lila, about 5'9", and had golden brown skin. Her black hair tumbled over her shoulders in loose waves, and she held out her hand, saying, "I'm Camilla."
Lila hadn't shaken anyone's hand since coming to Stellar City. Although Camilla had come out of the dressing room in just a towel, looking like an Amazon warrior without the typical, Stellar City disregard for modesty, she acted less like a Sale girl and more like someone from the outside world.
"Nice to meet you," Lila chirped, losing the little girl voice she'd been using since Tuesday. "Lila."
Camilla ushered her into the dressing room and said, "The football players want you in a cheerleading uniform for your tryout. I've been searching the dressing room all day and we only have an extra small, which I realize is..."
"That's fine!" said Lila.
Camilla looked at her doubtfully. "With all due respect, girlfriend..."
Lila laughed self-consciously. "My titties - tits, I mean. Yeah. I know."
"Okay, well, we'll face that problem when we come to it," said Camilla, adjusting her towel. "For now, welcome to the dressing room."
The room was furnished with sofas and a Persian rug, and it reminded Lila of a harem: Beautiful girls were sitting in front of mirrors, sprawled over couches, or showering in an unseen room - some brushing their long tresses, others undressing or spritzing perfume onto their slender wrists.
"Chloe usually comes late," said Camilla, "so I tend to lead the team. Meet Alisha," she pointed to a gorgeous dark-skinned girl, who nodded, "and Bailey. Alexa and Sabrina. And there," she whispered, "in the back is Alice."
Lila looked curiously to where Camilla discreetly pointed, and saw a pretty, black girl who was the only one in the room still wearing a full outfit. Her jean skirt almost reached her knees, and already Lila felt unused the clothes that covered so much skin. She had tits, but they were hidden behind a collared shirt.
"She's a religious prude who's only studying here to rebel against her pastor father," said Camilla. "President Sale thought she'd loosen up if she became a cheerleader, but there are rumors that she's still a virgin."
Camilla shuddered and quickly carried on, pointing out all the other girls. Then she said, "Okay. I have to get these girls out onto the field for practice. I'll give you your uniform and you'll stay in here for tryouts, okay?"
"Oh!" said Lila. "I thought I'd be trying out on the field?"
Camilla shrugged. "No need. Here you go."
She'd left the uniform on a gold sofa, and she lifted it up, smiling wryly.
"The top is basically for a flat-chested twelve year-old," she said, "and you're enormous, so just do your best."
She threw it to Lila. The top was a light pink and Lila knew, without trying, that she'd never be able to force it over her titties.
"And the skirt is for someone with no ass," said Camilla, "which would be the exact opposite of you. So have fun!"
She wiggled her fingers at Lila in a wave and then took a whistle out of her pocket.
"Girls!" she said. "Time to get going! Hurry up!"
All the girls rushed to obey, tugging on their uniforms. Lila realized that most of the uniforms were far too small for the cheerleaders: Camilla was busty herself, and the bottoms of her brown tits hung out of the top. All the skirts show flashes of bare buns. They were going onto the field dressed as sluts.
Once they were gone, Lila swallowed down her nervousness and stripped. She reluctantly pulled on her extra small uniform, and saw that she'd been right. It fit over her arms, but simply stopped at her chest. She might as well not wear a tight, with her tits fully displayed anyway.
Her bottom revealed half of her ass, and her pussy showed if she lifted her arms. If she was going to be doing flips and kicks in this uniform, then how would she manage without being completely exposed?
"Knock, knock."
Lila heard a familiar voice as the door to the dressing room swung open, and Lila, with her arms over her tits, said, "Kodi!" Her baby voice came back without her meaning it to.
"So you took my advice," he said. The men of the football team came piling in after him, filling the delicate, feminine room with the smell of manly sweat. Some of them were in their own, proper football uniforms, wearing shoulder pads that made them look huge.
"Look at this," said Kodi, speaking to the team. He stepped behind Lila and yanked her arms to her side, exposing her bare tits. "Aren't her nipples incredible?"
"The size of oranges," Gerald agreed. He stepped forward, giving Lila a wave, and said, "We're need to inspect you as a part of tryouts. Think you could come forward and touch your toes for us?"
"O-oh... I - I didn't know the football team was judging my tryout," she said sheepishly, but the men formed a circle around her, so that she found herself in the middle of them. "I mean, I guess if..."
She didn't know how to answer that sentence. She was surrounded by eleven muscular, good-looking men, and they all expected her to touch her toes. She closed her eyes so that she wouldn't see her own tits call forward, and thanked the heavens that she'd kicked off her heels earlier.
She could feel her tits hit her knees as she bent, and finally they hung, touching the floor. Men around her snickered, and she realized that her ass, too, was exposed.
"Great," said Kodi. "And do you think you could spread your legs farther?"
Bracing herself, she obeyed, inching her heels farther and farther apart until Kodi said, "Stop."
They were spread past shoulder-width, and her balance was thrown off.
