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The first thing my coach did when he saw me arrive at the game was turn red with fury. His eyebrows were furrowed, and a grimace began to form as soon as I stepped onto the soccer field.
"What the hell is this, Dany? Can you explain what the hell you did to your uniform?"
"Nothing, just making it more comfortable," I replied as if it were the most normal thing in the world to show up to an important game in tiny shorts, a too-short shirt, and very high socks. I had swapped the black Adidas sneakers for laceless pink Predator ones.
"Comfortable? You look like a faggot, for God's sake. If you want to dress like that, you can join the cheerleading squad over there. What's next, for fuck's sake? Will you come to the next game in a skirt and a crop top? Don't you have any respect for your teammates, for me?"
"Coach... I understand that you're angry, but I think it's disproportionate. It's just clothes, and you shouldn't worry. The clothes I wear don't make me a better or worse player."
I was upset, but I didn't want to be rude to my coach. I didn't like people who replied to others sarcastically or were just smart asses. All I could do was focus on what I had come to do, but it was challenging. It was my first time dressed this way in public, and I wasn't sure how my coach, my teammates, and everyone attending the game would react. I couldn't sleep at all the night before, and my stomach was churning. The normal nerves of the game combined with those of this new aspect of mine grew like a monster. The walk from home to the school stadium was one of the most difficult of my life. But it didn't matter anymore; I was there, all eyes were on me, and I had to prove that I was right, that I was fine. The best way to do it was to act confidently and naturally.
None of my friends approached me, but I saw them talking in the distance and looking in my direction. That hurt a bit, especially after our previous conversation last day, but in the end, I wasn't going to be discouraged. I couldn't afford that before a game. I was still Dany, still their captain, whether they liked it or not, so they had to listen to me and obey me, even if inside, I liked things to be the other way around.
We warmed up, jogged, and started ball exercises. It was a cool morning, and I felt the wind on my legs, rising up my thighs and reaching my crotch, where my black thong and chastity cage welcomed it.
I gave my partners a brief motivational speech before the game, but nobody paid attention. That hurt too. We started playing, and that's when I forgot about the stares, whispers, and laughter from those watching. I had something to focus on: winning, and that was enough to forget about everything else happening around me. However, it wasn't easy. Every time I took control of the ball, intercepted a pass, or deflected a shot, I could hear insults under their breath: faggot, princess, butterfly, fairy... the opposing team didn't miss a chance to show their disapproval. Maybe that would have bothered me a few months ago, but the truth was that now, after the way Adrien had treated me, I liked it. In fact, it excited me, and with the chastity cage on, that only made me more thrilled. I mean, being surrounded by guys in shorts running around me, sweaty and athletic, while I wore provocative clothing and a chastity cage was any queer's dream.
Halftime arrived without either team scoring a goal. We went to the bench, rehydrated, changed some formations, gave instructions, and I pointed out to my teammates the points we could exploit in the opponent's strategy. However, Alex, one of my best friends, let out a mocking laugh.
"What's so funny?" I asked, serious.
"Sorry, I just can't take you seriously if you're dressed like that," he said, covering his mouth. "I mean, the coach is right; you look more like a cheerleader than the team captain. The captain is supposed to inspire respect; you look more like someone begging to be fucked from behind."
"Look, you should care more about not letting them pass you and preventing pass leaks than about how I dress, understood? That's first. Second, see this armband?" I said, taking the red band from my right arm; he nodded silently. "Well, this band means I'm the captain, okay? Do you have one? Because I don't see it..." Alex got serious then and straightened up. "Oh, right, you don't have one because you're not the captain. You're not good enough to be. When you are, if you ever become one, then you can tell me what to do and what not to do, understood? Until then, you shut up and do what I say."
"Listen, you little shit," he said, quickly approaching me. He spoke in fast, hushed whispers. He was getting angry. "I'm not going to let you talk to me like that. No faggot is going to talk to me like that. Have you realized your shorts are see-through? You're wearing a fucking thong under your shorts, Dany, for God's sake. We're the laughingstock of the other team, damn it."
I wasn't aware of that. I didn't know what was visible under my shorts. A wave of panic hit me, but I controlled myself and didn't let it dominate me. It was difficult, but I managed it or at least I pretend to do it.
"Focus on what I'm telling you, and then shut them up when we win."
"Screw you, Dany, really just fuck off" Alex finished and turned his back on me. The rest of the team looked at me, wondering what we should do. So, as if nothing had happened, I continued playing my role as captain.
The second half was much more challenging than the first. The opposing team had also refined their strategy and improved their mistakes. However, I took advantage of one of the few they made to score a goal. I celebrated with my teammates, excluding Alex, and saw the stands getting excited and cheering. A bit of normalcy, a trace of that life that now felt so distant. I felt proud of myself, and we continued playing.
It wasn't an exciting game, full of drama, goals, emotions, and tears. In fact, almost no scholar game is, 90% of them are pretty boring, like this one. The score ended up being 1 -- 0, which meant we won the match thanks to me. While that made me happy, the truth was that what I wanted most at that moment was to get out of there. I wasn't used to my friends or my coach or anyone, for that matter, being upset with me, and I didn't want to risk them realizing it. So, after pretending to be happy and calm, after celebrating and talking with my teammates I said goodbye and left. Neither Alex nor the coach spoke to me.
After a game, you're not obligated to use the school showers, so I headed towards the exit where people were waiting for the players. Some girls took pictures with me, some guys gave me high fives, and others just chuckled as I walked by. I was somewhat disheartened, but seeing my reflection in the car windows in the parking lot lifted my spirits. I looked good, too good. It was like waking up every morning and seeing a brand-new red convertible outside my window, knowing it was mine. Long hair, shaved legs and arms, curled eyelashes, slim with a waist many girls would envy, earrings shining in the sun, pink lips... I'd fuck myself if I could, or at least I would have in the past without thinking twice. I no longer passed as a boy; now, I truly looked like a girl, perhaps a tomboy, but definitely not a boy anymore. I think, in the end, the price I paid for it wasn't that high.
"Dany!" I heard someone shouting behind me. Turning around, I saw Adrien with a bouquet of flowers and a big smile on his lips. "Congratulations! You're the best player; you made us win, OMG, I'm so happy."
He handed me the bouquet and hugged me around the waist. I hugged him back, genuinely happy, and smelled his hair, emitting a delightful fragrance. We walked to my car -- my parents had lent it to me to go to the stadium -- while Adrien excitedly recounted how he experienced the game from the stands, asking me what it felt like to be on the field, if I was nervous, if kicking the ball didn't hurt, if I felt happy... a thousand questions.
We were about to get in when his shoelace came undone, so instinctively, I knelt in front of him and tied it for him. He took me by the chin, lifted it, and said, "Thanks, little one," in his sweet voice, helping me back up. I didn't know if anyone saw him giving me a bouquet of flowers or me tying his shoelaces, and at that moment, I didn't care. I was happy, feeling like a girl whose boyfriend comes to see her at the ballet recital. My friends gave me their back so... why should I care about what they'd think?
We got into the car and went straight to Adrien's house. It was still early, not even noon yet, but no one was home. We didn't kiss immediately upon entering because we were both starving, so Adrien made pancakes for both of us, and we had breakfast while watching TV -- or rather, listening to it since we were talking. I told him how I felt that day and how unfortunate the coach's and Alex's comments were. He nodded, gave me words of encouragement, hugged me, and said he had a surprise for me before rushing upstairs to his room.
I finished eating and drinking the orange juice he had poured, then slumped onto the couch. I felt tired but satisfied. I was calm, and all I needed now was a bath. I thought about asking Adrien for permission to use his shower, but when he came down, all my thoughts were erased from my mind.
He was wearing the school uniform, but the girls' version. A white blouse, a skirt -- which he wore too short -- Mary Jane shoes, and instead of the traditional white socks, he wore black pantyhose. He had put on makeup and styled his hair into two pigtails on the sides of his head.
"Do you like how I look, baby?" he said in a voice that sent shivers down my spine. "As I promised, if you won and went dressed as a slut to the game, I was going to turn you into a complete girl. Well, you're a very obedient little one, aren't you? Besides, it's time for you to leave behind that masculinity. Forget completely about being a boy, okay? Leave those soccer and sports things to the boys; you should focus on your dance classes and transforming into a real girl, understood, baby? We girls have other things to focus on, right?"
"Right..." I could barely answer; excitement held me as tightly as the chastity cage.
"Do you want me to remove the last traces of manhood you have, sweetheart?"
"Yes, please."
"Beg me to do it."
"Please, Adrien, take away what's left of me being a man and make me your girlfriend. I beg you, I plead with you. I don't want to be a boy anymore. I want to be a girl like you, please."
"Ugh, you're such a faggot... seriously, I don't know how you can be so popular and have had so many girls by your side if you're gayer than I am. But that's going to change, right?"
We started kissing. We were two girls, two lesbian chicks, kissing while our bulges rubbed against our clothes. I put my hand under his skirt while he massaged my nipples under the shirt. The chastity cage prevented me from having a boner, but I was sure that if I didn't have it, it would have been the biggest one of my life. I had never been so aroused in my life -- a girl was going to fuck me, or better yet, a femboy was going to breed me. I was going to be the bottom for a feminine guy dressed as a schoolgirl. Never, in any of my dreams or fantasies, had I considered such an idea.
"I don't have lube, baby, so you'll have to endure. Can you?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Good girl."
We got up and went against a wall. There, he lowered me to my knees and made me give him a blowjob under the skirt. One might think I was used to it, but the truth was I couldn't get used to the size of his dick. It was huge in every sense, and every time I had it in my mouth, it reminded me of my position, which was to serve him.
"Do you like it, huh?" he said. I could only respond with pleasure moans, my tongue being busy. "We should do this one day at school, not in the library anymore. Both of us dressed as girls, touching each other and giving ourselves pleasure. Is that what you want, right?"
"Yes daddy, I want to be a schoolgirl like you," I said pulling his erection out of my mouth, sliding it down my face.
"You're a bitch, a slutty bitch, and you love it. But you have a long way to go to become the best Dany. You still look like a boy in school, that must definitely change."
He repositioned me on the couch, doggy style. He pulled down my clothes and touched my chastity cage which, by this time, was dripping with precum. He took it between his fingers and used to lubricate his dick. He then spanked me a couple of times as he positioned himself between my legs and began to fuck me. Using the dildo and taking up my free time to open me up had paid off, as his erection went all the way in within seconds.
"Ugh, you used to be so tight, but now you're super open. Have other guys been using you besides me, baby? I bet they have."
"Ahhh... ahhh, no daddy, just you. So far."
"But you want them to use you, don't you?"
"Yes, I want them to take my manhood away from me. I want the only semen in my body to be from another guy who just fucked me."
"That's the way it's going to be baby, soon you'll stop producing semen all by yourself. You'll become a girl little by little. Look at you now, you're getting fucked by a femboy dressed as a schoolgirl. And you thought you were straight."
"I know daddy, thanks for showing me who I really was."
"That's the way I like it little fag".
He held my hips and started ramming me as deep as possible. In my mind all I could think about was how much I would love to have a pussy for Adrien to fill so I could come along with him. I would love to be filled with his cum and run the risk of getting pregnant by him. I wanted him to come inside me, inside my pussy, I wanted us to be real girls, two lesbian girls. I needed us both to be penetrated by two real men. I wanted to have breasts for Adrien to squeeze while he fucked me. For them to drip milk every time he turned me on. For him to suck them while he fucked me. Ugh, hell I wanted him and Jack to use me at the same time. I wanted to be taken off the soccer team and onto the cheerleading squad and go in like one girl more. I wanted to stop wearing a boy's uniform to school and be a girl 24/7. That's what I wanted, that's what I needed. To be seen as just another girl in school but not only that, but as a slutty girl, one who wouldn't say no to any boy, who would do anything with anyone, who would go into the bathrooms to get fucked, who would wear sexy lingerie under her uniform, who would wear plugs all day, who would upload videos of her fucking or using toys to the internet, I wanted, I wanted... I wanted... I wanted... ahhhh...
Adrien came inside me, and as always, he flooded me with his cum. He filled every space inside me with his DNA while moaning like a girl and thrusting his hips against mine. We stayed like that for a few minutes, without moving. I could feel the drops of his sweat falling on my back.
Then he pulled out of me, lowered the skirt -- which he never took off while fucking me -- and turned me around. I sat on the couch, and he knelt in front of me. That's when he started sucking on the chastity cage and the little dick underneath. He took it all into his mouth, and with his tongue, he cleaned every trace of precum. I couldn't resist more than a few minutes before getting wet and flood his mouth. Like him, I also moaned like a girl. Ugh, I had done it unconsciously; it really was becoming a part of me.
We spent the rest of the day as two girls. We watched makeup tutorials on YouTube, tried on the clothes Adrien had hidden under the bed, watched a Barbie movie, and didn't stop touching each other all day. Even Adrien tried one of the dildos he had hidden in the closet on me. I showed him the ballet steps I had learned in my classes, and he clapped. We ordered pizza for dinner, and just as we were dressed, we went out to receive it. The delivery guy gave us two very lascivious looks but didn't say anything more.
It was an incredible evening. I had never had so much fun. I had never been so honest with myself, and it was nice to spend it with Adrien, who understood how I felt.
I returned home when it was already night. I made sure to remove my makeup and fix myself before entering. When I did, my parents greeted me, and we talked in the living room about the game and school. It seemed like they wanted to say something more, and I was sure it was related to my appearance, but they didn't, and I didn't ask.
I took a shower, removed the chastity cage, and realized that my dick seemed to have shrunk. I smiled. I liked that.
Before going to sleep, I took my phone, opened the App Store, and downloaded Grindr again. This time, I added more details and several photos where my face wasn't visible, especially the ones I had taken with my sports bra and face mask. I wanted to meet more guys; I wanted to become more submissive; I wanted to be a faggot in every sense of the word. And perhaps, unconsciously, I also wanted to force myself to face the world as the new person I was becoming.
The next day, Adrien had a family event, and my parents had gone out for groceries. On the other hand, I had nothing planned. I could hang out with Amy, go for a run, meet up with some friends - the few that I had left - or invite them over to play video games. But the truth was, I didn't want to see any of them; I wanted to distance myself a bit from everyone, from the entire school, in general, after the bitter experience of the game and the comments I had received.
I was contemplating this while making myself coffee in the morning when my phone vibrated. It was a message from Jack.
"Hi beautiful, good morning. I hope you're doing well. I have gymnastics practice soon; do you want to come watch me? I'll buy you ice cream if you say yes."
"Hi stud. It depends... what flavor will the ice cream be?" I replied.
"Strawberry... or well, vanilla, it can be any flavor you want, but come with me, please."
"Just because you're too cute... and because I kept your jacket."
He agreed to pick me up in an hour, during which I showered, did my hair and makeup - I was gradually improving in that skill. Also, after thinking about it for a while, I decided to put on the chastity cage again - which was also becoming much easier -, white panties, as well as a gymnastics leotard and shorts. The leotard was bright red with some embedded rhinestones. It looked good as gymnastics wear and also as part of a casual outfit. On top of everything, I wore his jacket - which still smelled like him - and waited for him to arrive.
I was surprised that he didn't need instructions or my location to get to my house; apparently, he remembered the way quite well. Jack rang the doorbell, and I opened it. He was wearing his Boy Scouts uniform, which made me smile.
"Hello, Dany... What? You don't like my Scouts uniform?" he said before giving me a kiss on the cheek.
"It's not that, not at all. It's just that, well, I hadn't met anyone who was part of the Scouts, or well, not at our age."
"I'm the ScoutMaster, which is something like the instructor. I'm the one who puts order into all of this," he said, raising the collar of his khaki-colored shirt.
"Understood, Captain," I said, saluting him like a soldier. As strange it may sound, he didn't look dorky or silly, he looked quite cute with his uniform and brown shorts.
We got into his car - he opened the passenger door for me again - and started driving. His legs, full of muscles and veins, barely fit in the shorts he was wearing. The red bandana around his neck emitted traces of his lotion, the same one that was on the jacket, and it felt like pheromones to me.
During the journey, he told me that on Sundays, he usually goes on excursions with his group and that, after that, if he still has energy, he goes to train at the school gym. It's not a formal training since he can do the exercises he wants at his own pace and whenever he wants. There are no coaches, so he doesn't feel any pressure.
During the ride he told me that on Sundays he usually goes hiking with his group and after that, if he still has energy, he goes to train at his school's gym. It's not a fitness workout, as he can do whatever exercises he wants at his own pace and whenever he likes. There are no trainers, so he has no pressure at all.
"You're pretty dedicated then and disciplined. That's sexy in a guy, almost as sexy as those legs of yours," I said. Something about him inspired confidence and made me feel good about myself. I barely remembered the game the day before.
"Thank you, I try to be. How about you? Tell me more about you and your life, I want to hear all about it."
I told him about my life until yesterday, about sports, the dance club, gymnastics... I omitted to tell him that we were actually the same age and that I was not younger than him, I liked him thinking that, I also omitted the unfortunate comments of the previous day. I hated it when people complained about everything and just played the victim in front of others. I didn't want to make that first impression with Jack.
"Wow, so we have several things in common. I was never much of a soccer fan, though. What uniform do you wear for swimming?"
"Usually a speedo, the choice of color is usually free."
"But a little girl like you should wear a one-piece swimsuit, don't you think? It wouldn't be appropriate for everyone to see that chest," he said with a smile and reaching out a hand to squeeze my left breast.
"You're right about that, maybe I should change it... The thing is that I'm just running out of money and I'd have to talk to the trainer. Ugh... I need a job."
"One of my friends is a manager at Twin Peaks, the restaurant downtown. I could ask her if she has any openings for my baby. I'm sure she'll accept."
"Would you really do that for me?"
"That and more baby girl"
He parked at his school and took me by the hand to the entrance. School N was almost as large as mine, but it was more secluded, and from the rumors I had heard, it was much more expensive, and apparently, it was true because the parking lot was filled with a large number of Mercedes-Benz, BMWs, and Porsches.
The facilities were very modern, mostly concrete and glass. I felt like an intruder or a spy entering a school that wasn't mine in that way, but Jack had told me there wouldn't be a problem. I accompanied him to the changing rooms - fortunately, they were empty - to change his Scout uniform for the gymnast one, which consisted of a navy blue and white leotard that emphasized the muscles of his arms, revealing his well-toned abdomen, and a bulge under shorts as small as mine.
As he changed, I looked at myself in the mirror -I didn't want to creep him watching him change- Jack's jacket was a bit big on me, but I liked that; I felt embraced by him all the time. The jacket's fabric covered the shorts I was wearing, giving the impression that I wasn't wearing anything underneath. I really looked like a girl, and a very slutty one, wearing his boyfriends jacket.
"It'll be an hour, an hour and a half at most. The grandstands are this way, baby girl," he said, leading me down some stairs. "If you want, you could also join a rhythmic gymnastics class. Those are on the other side of the building."
"Oh, no, I couldn't do that right now. I'd get too nervous."
"It's okay; we could see how they do it after I finish, and then, if you feel like it, we could come together. I'll go to my classes, and you to the girls'. We would be a pretty nice couple, if you think about it."
I stayed in the grandstands and watched him warm up. He was very agile, like a panther. The muscles all over his body tensed with every move he made. He could do splits and backflips. I don't know if he was showing off - which was probably the most likely - or if that was casual training. Compared to him, I wasn't a panther, but more like a kitten.
He was right; we would make a nice couple. He, the strong and masculine guy, and me, his feminine and delicate girl.
I watched him for a while. The grandstands were almost empty, and there were few guys training with Jack - who, it should be noted, was the handsomest of them all by far. After a while, I took out my phone and started checking my notifications. I was more than surprised when I realized that on the Grindr app, I had over 45 notifications, including messages, photos, and likes from all kinds of men. From guys my age, younger ones, and mature men. Everything! My inbox was full of lascivious messages, explicit photos, and all kinds of requests. I was looking at them when a new message appeared on my screen. It was a profile without a photo, but it indicated that it was close to me - it seemed creepy as fuck that it said it was less than 600 meters away. When I replied to the request, I received a photo and a message:
"Hi, I'm at the football field, do you have time for a bj?"
The photo was of a rather handsome guy. He was like a muscular version of Adrien, as according to his age on the profile he was younger than me, blond and androgynous.
I looked over to the arena where Jack was standing, who was doing gymnastic lines and looked pretty focused. Then I looked at my cell phone and answered what, for me, was the right thing to do.
It didn't take me long to find the football field, which was empty. The unnamed profile texted me which way to go and I arrived in a few minutes. He told me it was under the bleachers. My heart was pounding with excitement as I searched for him among the posts and pipes under the bleachers until I saw him. Fortunately he looked exactly like his picture, I was afraid it was a fake profile or that he was a completely different person. He was wearing his football uniform, including the shoulders and pads. In his right hand he held his helmet and at his feet rested a backpack.
"Hello" I said shyly.
"Hey, come here," he said, looking in all directions, "Wasn't anybody around? Nobody followed you?"
"No, not that I know of."
"Get down on your knees."
I obeyed him. The thought of contradicting or refusing this beautiful, athletic boy did not even cross my mind. He unbuttoned the covers of his pants, revealing a white jockstrap that turned me on just looking at it. He pulled out his dick, which was not as big as Adrien's and brought it close to my face.
"Don't... you don't use a condom?"
"I never use a condom, especially not with fags like you."
"But..."
"Do you want it or not, bitch?"
"I do."
I stopped protesting and took his dick in my hands. I started to stimulate it and he closed his eyes. I took it into my mouth. Adrien had trained me well, for I knew which spots to touch, I knew how to move my tongue, how to move my lips, how to keep my teeth away from the skin.
It smelled... it smelled like a mix between sweat and deodorant, but it wasn't an unpleasant smell, not at all. It was very masculine. And while I closed my eyes to concentrate on his dick, I liked to open them and watch this manly player get a blowjob from me, from a fag like me. Surely none of his buddies knew he did this, and so in him I saw a reflection of myself. I didn't have to think too hard to know that he was probably in denial, in that he thought that getting a blowjob from another guy didn't make him gay.
I closed my eyes again, listening to his moans and when I opened them again he was looking right into my eyes. He grabbed my hair and started leading the pace of how I sucked him off, making it faster and more violent, which turned me on more. Then he pulled me away from his dick, which came out of my mouth, he hit my face with it several times and so, while with one hand he held my head, with the other he began to jerk off on my face until, with a moan, he came. I had to close my eyes and smiled as I received his cum. He, still panting, collected it with his fingers and took it into my mouth, forcing me to swallow it. When there was nothing more, for the first time he smiled. He gave me a couple of gentle slaps on the cheek as if I were a puppy that had done a trick and buttoned his pants.
"Thank you, little one" was all he said before grabbing his backpack and heading out from under the bleachers. I waited a few minutes for him to walk away and walked out as well. I don't know at what point people had started to arrive. Many of them were carrying pennants in the uniform colors of the guy I had just blown. Then I understood that a game was about to start. I saw several players on their way back to the gymnastics arena, teammates of the stranger in the stands, wearing that same uniform, but luckily it wasn't any of them.
In less than thirty minutes I had tasted a different cock than Adrien's and I tasted a bunch of cum... with a stranger and without a condom. Was this always this easy? OMG.
I entered the gymnast arena and sat down in the same spot before Jack had even noticed I was gone and discreetly began massaging my nipples under his jacket, giving them little pinches and tweaks until my legs tensed and wet myself inside my cage. The liquid ran down my thighs, down my legs and onto the floor between my legs.
And no one noticed a thing.