This is part 6 of 7 in All-Star Sissy, which is now completed (though I might do more continuations and spinoffs in the future)
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It was time.
Forget Stella. Forget Greg. Forget my visit to Abby and everything that had happened up to now. Tonight was my chance. I was starting our season opener against our school’s rivals. I was going to show everyone once and for all that I was a part of this team, and not just some freak who’d made it as a joke.
Morning was the calm before the storm. Jasmine was gone. Greg was sending texts I didn’t even bother looking at. I just relaxed in my dorm, running every scenario through my head as if it could help me on the court.
I wanted to tell myself I earned this, but I hadn’t earned anything if playing just meant making a fool of myself in public. I had to prove myself to the school, to the whole school, to everyone.
It was like the hours until the game lasted weeks but when the time finally came, I made my way to the gym. I heard a few people talking about the game as I passed, mainly because of the rivalry. Who knew how much these people cared about volleyball? I just knew that any game against state was a game worth watching. Heck, there would probably be a crowd when our chess clubs played.
I made my way in through the back, heading to the locker room to find the other girls waiting. Or at least they started waiting when I walked in. All their movement stopped when I arrived, and they stared at me as though expecting something. I was used to being treated like some weird spectacle but this was something else. Sarah was staring especially hard, as if she was hoping I could give her an explanation.
“Um…do I have something in my teeth?” I asked awkwardly.
“You didn’t answer my texts in the groupchat…” said Sarah, as if that should have explained everything.
“Oh, about Stella?” I asked as I walked in, heading to my locker.
“About Steven!” she exclaimed. “I hooked up with him back when I was a freshman. He promised me he’d come back to visit but then he just ghosted me…” she trailed off.
“Oh, well now you know why…” I sighed.
I was starting to change, already in my underwear when she stormed her way over. “You don’t understand. We had…” she was looking back to the other girls, blushing slightly. “A really amazing night. I never stopped thinking about him and now…” she trailed off.
“Listen, I’m sorry. I really am. But…once you get like that, there’s no going back. They’re Stella now. I wish she wasn’t but…” I said in a sad tone.
She just looked at me, the gears turning in her head. I couldn’t tell if she was processing that her amazing one night stand becoming a mincing priss, or that such a transformation was even possible. But-
She hugged me.
I was expecting her to give me a wedgie, or throw me against the locker, or somehow mess with me. I was in my undies, after all, and being hugged in my underwear would have been weird even before I became a sissy. But she just hugged me, squeezing tight as she shook her head.
“I’m so sorry. I had no idea. I just…it was all fun and games and…I’ve been such a bitch to you…” she explained.
“Um…thanks?” I said. I was so shocked by the empathy that I had no idea how to process it. I was still expecting her to snap my bra strap or something.
Grabbing my shoulders, she stepped back. “I promise you won’t end up like that. You’re…weird. But you’re our weirdo. Okay?”
She was looking me in the eyes and I was so struck by it that I had to look down. Stupid estrogen. Why did I feel like crying all the time, even when I was happy?
“Yeah. Thanks. Now let’s win” I told her. She smiled and left me to finish changing. I put on my uniform, taking a moment to let this sink in as Caitlin walked in. She was still ticked at me, but she didn’t say anything. She just got dressed to go sit on the bench as everyone else headed up. Game time…
I made my way up as the sounds of cheering around me drowned out all else. It had started when the first of us made our way to the courts, and kept growing in intensity as I walked up the stairs. As I emerged onto the court, I saw full stands on both sides, everyone clapping and shouting at their team as we started to stretch and drill. We had to get warm, but I took a moment to bask in it as the school showed their support.
For some reason, my brain made a note of the fact that Greg wasn’t there, but luckily it didn’t spoil anything. Sure, I felt…something in response. But this was too good to ruin with that. I walked over to Abby and started to volley a bit to get warm, doing stretches with her after as the state team looked over at us.
“You ready?” asked Abby.
“Born ready…then made slightly less ready. But still ready” I joked as the time came. Kim called us over to the bench as the team huddled together.
“Don’t let them get in your heads. We know we’re the better team. Now let’s go out there and prove it. Are you ready?”
“Yeah!”
“ARE YOU READY?”
“YEAH!”
We went out onto the court as I felt my body buzzing. It was all so incredible, but I tried to keep my head in the game. The other team was glaring at us, and two of the front row players were even pointing to me as they laughed. If they wanted to throw me off my game, good luck. Ticking me off was just going to make me a better player.
I took my place in the back line.
I looked to Abby. Then to Kim.
Sarah served and then…
Game time.
I had been going all out in practice, but I don’t think I’ve ever been more focused or determined than I was then. No ball got past me, no matter how well placed. Despite all of our differences, I was perfectly in tune with all my teammates. We were close in teams of skill, but the other team wasn’t quite as cohesive. We had the slightest of edges as the game went on, and as both sides cheered on their points.
Nothing was going to stop me. We were winning this game. I was winning. For once in this stupid ordeal, I was going to get a win…
The first game went to us. We just had to win three out of five. The second went to them. Then in the third…
In the third I noticed their signs.
TEAM SISSY LOVES THE BALLS
SAMANTHA LOVES HER BOOTY SHORTS!
GREAT SET, SAMANTHA!
The other team had raised them and one of the refs was already going over to give them a lecture, but I’d seen them. They’d done their job. One of the girls on their front line laughed. “Oh, you like our signs. I thought an attention slut like you would.”
I glared at her.
The third game went to them. Not because I was so angry, but just because they were starting to gel. The girl who was tormenting me turned out to be an incredibly talented spiker and Kim had no answer to her.
2-1 them.
If they got the next game, they won.
I planted my feet on the hardwood and gritted my teeth. Forget it all. Just win…
They were beating us. We were close but we just couldn’t keep up, not against their ringer. She was beating us all with her spikes, but Kim was trying to make adjustments. It took until they were one point away from winning, right at the brink of ending it all, but soon they started working. We paused their advance towards victory.
As if acknowledging our adjustments, the girl on the other team shrugged. Even worse, she shrugged while looking at me. She may have been the captain, but she wasn’t taunting Kim. She was taunting me.
I cocked my head as if to challenge her as her team got the ball back.
She wanted to try me. Okay.
Try me.
The volley began, the game in the balance as their setters put up the perfect spike, ready to see if Kim could really stop it. It went up to their captain-
But she didn’t spike it. She hit it off to the side, right in the hole our adjustments had created. Abby dived for it, saving the ball but sending herself to the floor. It wasn’t a pretty save either. Kim managed to keep it aloft but she also had to do it at the detriment of herself.
The two girls closest to the ball had sent themselves to the ground to keep it alive. One touch left.
I ran as fast as I could. I lunged. I launched myself at the ball without care for anything else. I moved like a bolt towards it as it hung in between the two nets. Their captain was coming from the other end, ready to put her hand over the net and send it down.
We hurled at each other and then-
I hit the floor.
Our heads collided as I went forward without regard for myself. Their captain, looking much less dazed than me, was also laid out on the other side. In fact, she didn’t look dazed at all. She just looked ticked.
I, on the other hand, was seeing stars.
Abby reached down and helped me up, moreso lifting me onto my feet by herself than actually helping me. I was a bit unsure on my feet but then I saw.
They hadn’t gotten the point.
She hadn’t been able to spike when our heads hit through the net and I’d gotten the ball over.
I’d done it.
“Let’s get you to the bench…“ said Abby as the team’s trainer came over. The pair of them helped me walk off as Caitlin subbed in and as I struggled to make my way to the sideline. I got my bell rung so bad that it took me a second to notice…
They cheered.
Our crowd cheered.
They clapped and chanted and cheered me off the court as I was subbed out.
I sat down on the bench as the trainer checked to see if I had a concussion, but I was more focused on the game.
We won game four.
We won game five.
We won…
I had been cleared by the time the game ended and I went out to hug the other girls as we scored the final point.
A few came out from the stands onto the court and the state players slowly shuffled off the court. It was crazy. It was incredible…
We made our way back to the locker room, electric with our sense of victory as the sounds of the crowd faded behind us.
“See, I told you you should have started me…” said Caitlin, before anyone else could say something.
The team went a bit quiet.
“What?! We were losing with her in. Then you put me in and we win two games! Just saying it was a mistake” said Caitlin.
“Shut up, Caitlin” said one of the girls.
“Excuse me?”
“She said shut up” said Sarah. “Samantha played great and put herself on the line.”
“Oh, right…we’re pretending like she did okay…”
I was going to say something, though I don’t know what. Abby stopped me though.
“Do we have a problem?” she asked, walking up and staring down Caitlin.
“Do we?” asked Kim, stepping between them. “We won. Game’s over. If Caitlin wants to make fun of our little sissy-”
“Our teammate!” said one of the other girls.
“Yeah, who helped us win.”
“Step off, Kim.”
“Okay, she did fine. Let’s not throw a parade…” said Kim. “Now if you guys want to celebrate, Caitlin and I were going to get pizza at that place just off campus. Who’s coming?”
No one moved.
“Wow…wow…fine. Enjoy your sissy bff. I’m sure her balls will look good in your panties” she snorted, heading out with Caitlin as the other girls stayed.
They didn’t say anything after that. They didn’t need to. They just changed with me, told me I did good, and went out to party with their other friends. All except for Abby.
“Congrats. You helped us get our first win. And you apparently don’t have a concussion.”
“Apparently. It sure felt like one…” I muttered, standing there in my yellow sundress.
“Well, I’m just glad the other girls came around. I think Stella coming here made them realize…made them realize how lucky everyone is that you made this team. All of us” she told me.
“Great…” I said, slinging my purse over my shoulder. My facade held for a second until I felt the tears coming… “Come on…I never cried tears of joy as a guy!” I muttered in annoyance.
She came in and hugged me. “Well you deserve them. Now go out there and…I don’t know. Find Greg. Have a proper celebration” she joked.
“Oh…Greg…” I muttered, reaching into my purse and taking out my phone. I checked my message and…
He was so sweet. He apologized so much. He called himself stupid. He called himself every name in the book. He wished me luck and said he wouldn’t come to the game since I probably didn’t want him there…
Maybe it was all the emotions I was already feeling, but I felt bad. He liked me and…
Maybe…maybe…just maybe…I might have liked him a little bit.
“Go to him, dork” joked Abby. “Just don’t be as loud as you were last night. I got a noise complaint.”
I wasn’t sure if that last part was a joke or not but either way…
I hurried off to Greg’s dorm.