The looks on the faces as they saw me told me everything I needed to know. It wasn’t a dream…I was in school, butt naked. Wolf whistles and laughter blasted at me from all sides.
“Like what ya see?” I asked, tryint desperately to sound confident, almost arrogant.
“Sure do,” Craig answered.
I smiled, making it as cocky as I could and left the classroom. It took all my strength of will to walk purposefully to the gym and avoid running. I wanted everyone to think I had come to school naked because I had chosen to. The last thing I wanted them to know was that I was sleep walking again. Once in the gym I got my cheerleading outfit from my locker and wore it with pride. I hoped the school thought it was a rpank to get me elected as head cheerleader. I was right. The current head cheerleader, Chelsea, was a bitch to me for the rest of the school year.