It fell into a crumpled heap at my feet and I jumped back as if it was a snake. It was a good minute or two before I gathered the courage to pick it up again, and my hand was shaking as I lifted it.

No. I wasn’t hallucinating. Printed on the back, in the exact same size and style as it was on my real uniform, was my name, “Tina.”

What was this doing in a chest with that sex toy and… what else was in here?

I put the cheerleader uniform on the table and pushed a big bundle of silky red ribbon and some kind of short...