The tour bus came to a stop in front of the subway station and started to disgorge cheerleaders of a variety of uniforms. All of them were laughing and cheering loudly as they disembarked and looked toward the subway that would take them the rest of the way to their homes after returning from out of town. Towards the end of the group came out a spunky brunette calling out loudly to the other cheerleaders and calling for cheers and routines. Mariko Konjo laughed happily, twirling her baton.

Slowly the group started to break apart, as much as she wished it wouldn't. An all star group cheerleaders from all over Tokyo, returning home from the national cheerleading competitions, this year held in Okayama.

As expected, with Mariko and among the best of the city's other cheerleaders, they had come back with the title and a trophy for each of them. And now it was time to go to their various schools and back to being rivals, at least until college.

The chaperones stood off to the side and watched as the students said farewell to each other and moved to join their parents on the subway or catch their rides. Mariko made sure to give each other girl a squeezing hug before they left. She moved from one girl to the next laughing cheerfully and losing track until she accidentally grabbed a woman or girl, she wasn't sure, waiting for subway.

Mariko was briefly surprised by the unfamiliar face, it looked like she had white make up on and it had been in the process of being wiped off when Mariko took her up and held her tightly in a hug. She was blonde, a natural, rather than dyed, and Mariko saw Western features in the woman's face.

A dot stood out in the middle of the girl's face as she blinked in surprise and then smiled.

"Umm, hello," she said. "I'm Darcy…"

And then there was a flash Mariko felt the words echo into her mind directly and then a sensation pushed deeper down into her, moving sort of electrically through Mariko's body as the woman she held reflexively reached out with her developing abilities and changes.

Darcy was a tourist that was sightseeing around town when the van passed by her being chased by some sort of dog girl. She vaguely remembered the vial that crashed at her feet and now was heading back toward her hotel. She'd been finding herself more than a little distracted by the presence of a score of young girls in cheerleader outfits, but was taking her mind off it by thinking about how much she missed painting.

Still, the cheerleaders were on her mind and though her body hadn't begun its biggest changes yet, her mind had done most if not all of its changing, and only a bit of control was left to have. With cheerleaders dancing through her mind, the first thing she thought of as one grabbed her was of joining that girl under a sheet or even more intimately. Later, this wasn't something she'd even begin with someone she didn't trust fully, even as her concern with sharing her body was rapidly dropping.

Both the tourist and the Japanese cheerleader shivered momentarily in a burst of pleasure that was nothing more than a first exploration of minds and blending. Only a shadow of what could actually happen if they moved forward with it, and then the blonde's white cheeks flushed briefly as red as the highlights along and under her brows that hadn't been there before.

"Excuse me," she said stepping away quickly and moving into an open subway. "I have to go."

Mariko blinked in confusion and flushed brightly in embarrassment as a teacher came over to her lecture her about harassing random people.

"What are you doing, grabbing random people like that?" the teacher asked. "I just hope you haven't caused an international incident."

"Sorry, Ma'am," she said, smiling and keeping her legs closed and hoping the fact that her panties felt just the slightest bit wet wasn't noticeable.

"Who is supposed to be picking you up, Mariko," the teacher asked in exasperation.

"Oh, my sister is probably still at work," she said. "I usually go home myself."

"You can't be serious, alone?" the teachers said.

"I'm fine," Mariko said with a smile and twirling her baton. "I'm not just a cheerleader, you know. I'm a cheerleader martial artist."

"If you're sure," the teacher said.

"I'll be fine. F-I-N-E, fine!" Mariko insisted with a smile.

The teacher laughed lightly and shook her head.

"All right, Mariko," the teacher said. "Just go easy on the make up, your lips are so red it looks like clown make-up."

Mariko blinked at that, she didn't remember putting on lipstick.

"Umm, okay," she said, waving over her shoulder and heading for the bus home toward Nerima.

Once in the on the train, she paused a moment to look over into a mirror and blinked. Her lips were bright, ruby red. More than that there was a dot in the middle of her forehead like something Hindu.

"How'd that get there?" she wondered briefly as she reached into her sport bag for her phone and clicked it open to dial her sister's number.

"Konjo," the voice on the other end said, sounding steely, calm and confident.

"It's Mariko, Naomi," she said. "I'm back in town."

"Oh," the voice on the other end sounded instantly tired. "Sorry, Mari-chan, I'm managing this deal here, if it can be called that still. Do you ne...excuse me," and instantly that steely tone in her voice came back. "I don't care what how many names you drop. In the last fifteen minutes, I've been molested by cosplaying frat girls with riddle fetishes and had to deal with your idiocy over trying to skimp on a few dollars in supplies. I would advise you to get out of my face now before I start suggesting the university switch contractors."

Someone nervous and a bit angry on the other end stomped away before her sister turned back to the phone.

"Bad day?" Mariko asked.

"Can you take care of yourself until I get home?" the tired voice came again.

"I'll get something to eat on the way home," Mariko confirmed.

"How'd your team do?" Naomi asked.

"We won," Mariko said proudly. "W-O-N, won."

"Congratu…" she paused and her voice turned steely again. "Excuse me, who's jobless and eating his own eyes If he continues bugging me? That would be you. Get. I swear. I'll be back when I can Mari-chan."

Mariko smiled and then nodded before turning the phone off and putting it in her bag. She was felt a bit tight in her uniform. Maybe it was just the strain of the day, but it felt like her clothes, or at least her bra was just too small. Looking up toward the mirror, she blinked and saw traces of red eyeshadow near the bridge of her nose and starting to move outward.

It didn't take much time to reach Nerima and then she was out, and it looked like her someone had spilled white paint on her hands and it was creeping up her arms. The sides of her body felt achy and itchy even beyond just how tight her clothes felt.

She paused in consideration as she saw heaven walk by. Tall and beautiful and manly, she sighed.

"Kuno-sempai!" she called out before dancing over to the samurai's side. "It's me Mariko Konjo, M-A-R-I-K-O K-O-N-J-U! Your one and true love! L-O-V-E!"

Kuno turned around and looked to see her before frowning as if in thought.

"Who are you?" he asked.

Mariko flinched.

"I am M-A-R-I-K-O, Mariko," she said. "Don't you remember, I fought a duel for your very heart!"

"I'm afraid," Kuno said. "That I cannot quite place you. No, wait, weren't you the harlot from that rival school that dared to match against the lovely pig-tailed girl?"

"Don't say that Kuno-sempai," she protested. "Our hearts are destined to be one, you and I."

"I'm sorry," Kuno declared. "My heart belongs to the glorious Akane Tendo. I shall never brook a betrayal to her heart!"

"Wait, what about the pig-tailed girl?" Mariko asked.

"But of course she is my hearts great joy," Kuno sighed.

"Then why not a third girl devoted to your heart and soul?" Mariko asked with a smile. "I can take your burdens away and cheer, C-H-E-E-R your sorrows away and be at your side through thick and thin."

"Of course I could see why any girl should be enamored of such a person of perfection as me," Kuno said with a smile. "But I am afraid I could never be with such a common tramp as yourself who paints her face to be like a geisha on performance. I have no desire to be a danna and fund your training costs, good day."

And with that, he walked off and left her behind.

"But…"

Mariko wilted and stumbled away, barely noticing the tightness in her chest until she ran into a large and soft pair of breasts belonging to a tall, very tall girl with black hair, dressed in what seemed to be expensive cowboy clothes and with small horns growing out of her head.

"My brother is a fool," she said, before looking down towards Mariko before smiling and coupling Mariko's chin. "How very odd, I do believe you've gotten whiter in the short seconds I've been talking to you..and your chest has blossomed to. My my, I've seen vampires and wolf girls and others, and what are you. Hmm, I'll be interested to see, Miss Mariko Konjo, and feel free to look me up at the Kuno Mansion, even if my brother can't recognize a treasure under his nose."

Mariko smiled as the taller girl moved to kiss her lightly and she breathed out a sigh of relief.

This time when the Kuno walked away, Mariko felt lighter, though her chest still hurt as did her sides. She moved lightly, however, to the café nearby and sat down amidst rumors of some girl that had been hit in the back of the head with something that came off of a truck.

Tatewaki Kuno's refusal still hurt, a lot, but his sister's offer made her feel just a little bit softer, and she was just imagining the strangest things, things she'd never have thought of doing with another girl when the waitress came by.

"So, what can I get…" the waitress started to ask as Mariko turned her head toward the woman and smiled.

And then contact was made. She felt her mind slip out through the dot on her forehead, the third eye and slip into the lovely waitress facing her. The thoughts of what she would do with Kodachi Kuno slipped through her and into the waitress with that same brief moment of unintentional intimate contact born of the birth of her powers.

"Oh…oh my," the waitress said, leaning on the back of the booth just as the brief connection broke.

Mariko shivered herself and felt a brief and sudden pain as she started to stand up only moments before something ripped out of her sides and tore apart the side seams of her cheerleader's uniform. Mariko blinked slightly as she looked at a second pair of arms. A second burst of pain followed the first and two more arms joined the first four.

One set of arms reflexively grabbed her front as she felt her bra finally snap against her increasing chest size. Her uniform seemed to be about to give in under the same pressures and one pair of arms reflexively shifted up to hold her clothes there…and casually feel up her own chest while she looked at the other four arms.

Everybody blinked and stared at her until another waitress came over and took Mariko by the shoulders, glaring at all the onlookers.

"Don't just stand there hoping for a free show," the waitress said. "Does someone have a jacket? Taiya, are you okay?"

"That…that.." Taiya was saying. "Felt…good."

"Oh, I'm fine," Mariko said, waving one of her hands, one of those holding her cheerleader outfit together, and thus giving the aforementioned free show.

"Miss, cover yourself!" the second waitress said, pushing forward and wrapping around Mariko to cover her now uncovered breasts.

Mariko, without thinking about it, reached up to cup the second waitress's face and kissed her firmly.

The second waitress's eyes widened and then both her and Mariko pushed away from each other. Mariko was blushing slightly and the waitress looked even more so.

"I've got to go," Mariko said quickly. "Bye."

And with that she was leaping away to head for her apartment.

The second waitress glanced toward Taiya and noticed the red lips that were already developing and thought about some of the other things she'd already seen around the neighborhood.

"Oh boy," she said with a sigh, straightening her back. "Maybe we should go grab a new wardrobe before these uniforms burst."

Mariko slammed into the apartment she shared with her elder sister and reached the bathroom, not looking to the bedroom she shared with her sister, taking in her new self after stripping aside all the ruined clothes. She smiled and twirled taking in her ivory perfect beauty with its red highlights and lightly caressed her full and perky D-cup breasts with something like pleasure.

She looked…perfect.

And she just needed the perfect accessories to complete the look. Something in a kimono. Oh, a kimono-styled cheerleader's outfit with lots of cleavage. It would be great.

Of course, there was still the issue of having six arms.

Which would be great for cheerleading, but not that many clothing lines were designed for such.

The door to the apartment opened and closed and she heard her sister come in and sit down heavily in the dining room with an strangely feline sound to it.

"The door was unlocked, are you here, Mari-chan?" Naomi asked. "Did you get something to eat?"

"You sound tired," Mariko said, slipping out of the bathroom and watching her sister's back as she came up behind.

"I am," she said. "I'm not even sure I'm human anymore."

Her sister had a business style cut, but it was a bit marked by cat-like ears and Mariko could already tell that her figure had altered too. She sat down against Naomi's back, pressing her naked chest into the older Konjo's silk jacket.

Her arms wrapped around her sister, who flinched with surprise and shivered as the arms circled her and a light kiss was placed on the back of her neck.

"Let me take, T-A-K-E, all that away," Mariko said smiling. "I'll be your geisha for you tonight."

Naomi started to stutter a resistance out of old considerations for when she shared a species with her sister. Then two of those hands gently touched the sides of her head, and she felt Mariko's mind slipping gently but deeper into hers.

The physical act that followed was almost an afterglow.