Cheerleading is defintely a TG art 3

When Henry turned around, he saw that Kyle was enormous...or so it seemed.

“Kyle?!” Henry cried. “What...what the hell happened?1 You’re enormous!”

“Oh I wouldn’t say that Henrietta.” Kyle said grinning.

“Henrietta?” Henry cried. “What the hell are you talking about?!”

“No...that doesn’t sound good.” Kyle said. “Cindy! That’ll do!”

“Make sense Kyle!” Henry. snapped. “Where am I?! Where are you?!”

“I said I’d make a picture of you.” Kyle said. “And I did exactly that! Go look in that mirror over there!”

Henry went and gasped!

He was now looked exactly like Alice! Blonde hair down to shoulders, portugese, buxom, and with the cheerleader outfit!

“Wha...what happened?!” Henry cried.

“Sorry Cindy. You were a nice guy. But Mr. Dita doesn’t pay me to just make friends.”

“Wha...what does Mr. Dita have  to do with this?” Cindy asked.

“Didn’t you ever wonder how Mr. Dita got his art degree?” Kyle asked. “With his magic paint! Every year, Dita looks for a student whose the biggest slacker in his class, threatens them with suspension from something they love, and that’s where I come in. I always befriend the slacker, and offer to help paint them...then the job’s done, Mr. Dita gets a new painting, and I get cash!”

“You mean...Mr. Dita hired you to do this to me?!” Cindy cried.

“That’s right my little Cindy.” Kyle said. “Don’t feel bad...I’ll paint a nice stadium for you to cheer in!”

“You won’t get a way with this!” Cindy cried. “People will know I am gone, and come looking for me! People will start questioning YOU! Ever thought about that?!”

“What eveidence will they have?” Kyle asked. “No one’s gonna think that a hot cheerleader in a painting is you! Now one last touch...”

Kyle touched the painting with his brush once, and the bakcgorund changed into a football stadium.

“It...it changed!” Cindy cried.

“That’s right Cindy dear.” Kyle said. “Now, for the finishing alteration: you!”

Kyle touched Cindy’s head with his brush, and she froze with a huge smile on her face.

“A work of art.” Kyle said smiling. “Now to get this to Mr. Dita.”

With the painting under his arm, Kyle took the painting to Mr. Dita’s office.

“Very good Kyle!” Mr. Dita said. “One of the best you’ve done so far!”

“The bigger a slacker, the better the painitng is.” Kyle said.

Mr. Dita hung the painting on the wall.

“You know Kyle..she is kind of lonely.” Mr. Dita said.

“She looks happy sir.” said Kyle.

“Well, she could always use a friend.” Mr. Dita said.

“I’ll be happy to find another slacker for you sir.” said Kyle.

“Excellent Kyle.” said Mr. Dita. “But before you do so, could you go wipe that bit of paint of the canvas?”

“Oh...yes sir.” said Kyle. He went to the paintng.

“I don’t see any....” but before he could fnish, he was suddenly shoved into it!

He blinked and turned around.

“Mr. Dita?! What happened?!”

“Sorry Kyle. But I’m through with cheerleaders...I want football players now! Your services are no longer needed!”

Kyle had been changed into a freckled redhead with a cheerleading outfit, and a buxom chest!

Kyle then saw a burentte walk in smiling.

“Kyle, meet Jillian.” Mr. Dita said. “She’s going to do my work now. I’ve got a cheerleader named PEnelope in my class whose gonna be my next masterpiece!”

“Painting her tomorrow sir!” said Jillian.

“Very good Jill.” said Mr. Dita. “Farewell Kyle.”

And Mr. Dita touched Kyle’s head with the paintbrush...and he was grinning like Cindy.

“Well, we got a nice duo here.” said Mr. Dita. “Cindy and....Kendra!”

Mr. Dita hung the painting on the wall.

“Well goodbye Kyle.” said Mr. Dita. He then went to an empty wall, and got a canvas for his first football players section....