“Sorry sorry you just look really cute when you're mad Aunty!” She was still mad and I had to make a move.. “Well wait do you know what happens ...hen that stuff gets wet?” her face changed and she said “What?..” I told her expensive 'stuff' my uncle gets for her will shrink if she doesn't change it out! She shrieked and covered her mouth squeezing her beautiful breasts together. I said “Hurry! Let's change you out!” – She didn't say much but “Okay! Let's go!” like really? Are girls... this. The tight uniforms, the postures. All got me more attention. But eventually I hit puberty. My breasts grew and my hips widened throwing off my balance just enough to ruin my chances of competing. I missed the attention from coaches and the competitions. It was difficult for a while and I really wanted to find something to replace the thrill.After junior high school I started to follow the sport teams and watching the cheerleaders. The attention, the sexy outfits and the rhythm of the routines. ”Shirley looked at me and asked me if he’d said something inappropriate.“Not at all,” I said, “I’m actually quite flattered. He’s asked me for a date.”Shirley’s eyes rolled in her head and she looked quite embarrassed. “Sorry about that Candice,” she said apologetically, “The poor lad has just been dumped by his girlfriend, and he’s not coping very well.”This was almost too much information but was all I needed to make the decision to take things further with young Luke.I discretely wrote my. "What one looks the best with this dress, hun? These ones or these?" She asked, showing me a pair of little black heels and a pair of white ones."I think the black will look nicest on you, babe." I answered."So you're saying my feet are too ugly for the white ones!" She angrily stated."What? Oh no-no-no, princess, you-you, you're feet look gorgeous no matter-" I panicked and blurted out. She started laughing."I'm joking, god, you're so easy to fool!" She laughed some more. She sat down beside.