text: [Themes: edutainment, serious, humor, socially important]
  
  WARNING! (The fake one)
  
  This story contains mature subject matter concerning teens and is meant to help said age group "experience" a problem they may encounter in their life and show the consequences of their actions if they handle it in the wrong way. There will be separate sections for boys and girls for as we all know, both genders experience different struggles during their precious formative years.
  
  If you are a pre-pubescent, you should NOT be reading this story, you should be in bed. Such mature subject matter is not for your tender young eyes.
  
  If you are an adult and you are a parent, perhaps you should "experience" this story with your teen, for they may still have further questions about the subject matter. Questions that you should provide answer for, because if you do not they may learn the wrong answers from their peers, the streets, minorities or even (gasp) the evil dirty internet!
  
  If you are an adult and NOT a parent, get the fuck out of here. You probably just want to "play" the girl path and choose all the slutty choices, you fucking pervert.
  
  It is the hope that this story may somehow help teens better deal with the problems found in this story in real life. And remember if you do turn out to be gay (boys) or sexually loose (girls) it doesn't make you a bad person. It just means you're going to die of AIDS and burn in hell.
  
  Now what gender are you?
  
  > Female
  You are a typical female teen...well maybe not entirely typical. In your current state you aren't very popular in school. Sometimes you feel left out of things, particularly social gatherings, and boys don't seem to notice you at all. Maybe being popular would makes things easier and make you happier, but then you also wonder if you even belong here, as you have a hard time relating to people sometimes.
  
  Well, what are YOU going to do about it?
  
  > attempt to make friends because you NEED to be accepted by your peers
  You aren't anybody unless you're popular! Okay well it's not entirely a bad thing to be social; it's perfectly natural to want to go along with the rest of the sheep. Though what KIND of sheep you're going to be going along with might make a big difference in your life.
  
  You must choose, but choose wisely because this is ALL going on your permanent record.
  
  > join the cheerleading squad! They're ALWAYS the most popular!
  Wow, you're either more confident than you thought or more likely you're just delusional. You really think you'll be able to win those snobby elitist bitches over with just charm and dance moves? Think again my chubby little cherub! Better lose a few pounds first; you can't be jiggling your baby fat all over the goddamn place when you're jumping up and down like a bubbled headed idiot. Plus you think any of the other cheerleaders are going to want to lift your chubby ass when you're doing pyramids and shit?
  
  Realizing you need to lose some sweaty hog meat you decide on how to go about it.
  
  > Just Diet
  You go on a strict diet of just eating healthy food, nothing fattening or anything like that. Basically nothing that tastes good. You hate it, but it'll all be worth it in the end and you'll be able to be thin enough to be accepted.
  
  Eventually you manage to lose the weight, and when you try out for the cheerleader squad, you're surprisingly accepted. Apparently your self esteem is so low that the other cheerleaders want to have someone like you around to routinely make bitchy comments about and treat like shit, but you don't care, you're a cheerleader and popular! You're getting guys taking you out for the first time and actually paying for your meals, however you're also forgetting about your diet and eventually all this free food packs the pounds on again.
  
  One day as you're struggling to put on your tight ass outfit one of your cheerleading sisters points out how you're getting fat.
  
  "Y'know, you better lose that damn weight, we can't have fat asses like you fucking up our image!" Jennifer remarks.
  "I know! I know!" you sob as you hear your skirt tear when you attempt to get it around you. "I just can't stop eating and even when I diet, I can't lose the weight fast enough!"
  "(Sigh) After you eat just puke it all up! We all do it from time to time, its no big deal."
  "Does that work?"
  "Look at me, I'm thin and not a sweat hog like you are, so of course it works."
  
  You never thought about doing something like this, but you can't lose your popularity now, so you follow Jennifer's advice and begin to force yourself to puke up your food after you eat it. It's not exactly pleasant, but boy is it a small price to pay for a knock out figure!
  
  Time goes by and all this binging and purging begins to take its toll, most notably while your body is still in great shape your fucking mouth resembles a World War One trench! Your teeth and gums are in terrible shape and don't smell too nice even with all the brushing. Guys don't want to even kiss you, let alone get a blow job from you. You have to settle for getting fucked doggy style or taking it in the ass and even then that's a rarity.
  
  You can't talk without your throat hurting and your behavior is really erratic. Your fellow cheerleaders can barely stand you as it is, and your recent new outbursts at them doesn't help since they preferred that you remain the quiet doormat. They tell you that you're out of the squad, this of course only makes you more upset.
  
  "What!? You can't do this to me! I'm better than all of you (sob) I HATE YOU ALL! (sob)... Please let me back in! I HATE YOU! I...don't...feel..."
  
  Suddenly you collapse on the floor. At first the other cheerleaders think you're just being a drama queen, but then they notice you've stopped breathing. By the time you're given medical attention, you're pronounced dead from heart failure and internal bleeding.
  
  The moral of the story?
  
  Yeah, puking your guts out every five minutes so you don't get fat is just damn retarded. If you really needed a way to keep the weight off while fucking up your internal organs and mouth you should've just started smoking, at least that makes you look cool and hell if you're lucky you'll get a really neat voice box before you die of lung cancer!
  
  And now you know!