I took a deep breath before walking into the locker room. I was nervous, but I could do it. I hoped...

I'd actually gotten about a dozen feet inside before the yells started. I ignored them and headed on over to the cage to get a basket.

I'd almost made it when this huge guy blocked my path.

"Aren't you a little confused girlie? This is the boys locker room."

I looked up at him and said "Yeah, I know."

He obviously hadn't expected that response. Some other guys were making comments about "Maybe it's a dare or something?" when we were joined by Coach Adams.

"What's going on?" he demanded. Then as I turned, he recognized me. "Oh, it's you. I didn't think you had gym until next period."

I shrugged. "They had a problem with one of my other classes and changed my schedule,"

He sighed. "OK, I'll deal with it. You're sure you want to do this?"

I shrugged again. "It's not like I can use the other locker room. And I'm not going with the 'medical excuse' bit."

He looked unhappy, but nodded. Then he looked around at the audience that had gathered.

I looked at them too. Then back at the coach. "Look, just do it like we talked about, OK?"

He gave a "are you sure?" look and I nodded.

With a "it's your funeral" look, he turned back to the crowd.

"Listen up! We've got a bit of an unusual situation this year. Mister Howe here has a medical condition. As you may have noticed, he's got breasts."

There were a lot of muttered comments and a few not so quiet ones.

"Yes, He."

As they continued expressing disbelief, I thought "The hell with it", and stepped over to a vacant spot at one of the benches and dropped my pack. Then I pulled down my pants and underwear and faced them. I didn't have a huge cock or balls, but they were definitely unmistakable when I turned around.

"There! Are you guys satisfied that I'm a guy now?"

Things had obviously departed from the coach's script. He tried to salvage something.

"Akers! Go get Howe a basket. Now!"

The big guy who'd stopped me shook himself and went over to the cage. I just continued undressing. By the time he got back with the basket I was taking off my bra.

He goggled a bit at my boobs. They're a nice size, C or B cup depending on the bra.

I stopped and glanced around at all the guys who were (as I'd expected) staring. I stood up straight and threw my shoulders back a bit. Then I turned slowly.

"OK, everybody get a good look? Great. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta dress out."

I turned back to the bench and hung up my clothes on the hooks under the shelf.

Then I dug into my pack and pulled out my PE uniform. That'd been the subject of some negotiation, though not nearly as much as which locker room I'd use had been.

I quickly pulled on a jock, then a dark blue sports bra (to match the colors of the boys PE uniform). Shorts & shirt followed. And with the loose shirt on, I was no longer of that much interest.

It only took a couple more minutes to get my athletic socks and my sneakers on. Dressed out, I turned and stuffed my pack on the shelf above the bench.

I was expecting something to happen and it did. Somebody reached out as I went by and tried to cop a feel. Since I'd already discussed it with the coaches before school started, I wasn't worried about getting in trouble when I grabbed his hand and put him in an armlock.

"No groping! Got it?"

He was looking upset when the coach (who hadn't left the locker room) spoke up.

"What he said. No groping. You'd get upset if any of the gay guys tried groping you. And don't try to pretend there aren't any here."

I chimed in, "You can go ahead and look. Just try not to drool, OK? Hell, if I've got time and you ask I might even pose. But look, I'm just a guy with something extra. I didn't ask for them and they can be a nuisance sometimes. But they're part of me, OK?"

That seemed to settle everybody for a bit and we got out into the gym without any more problems for the time being. I was sure there'd be more, but I'd just have to deal with them as they came.

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I suppose I should explain what's going on. I'm Morgan Howe, and I'm a guy. Mostly.

I don't claim to be normal. I'm a bit of a nerd and suffered for it a bit in grade school. At least until my folks enrolled me in some self defense classes. I'm not great, but good enough to deal with the usual bullying. Mostly by avoiding or defusing things, Sensei would kick my ass if I picked fights. Ending them is fine. Starting them, not good.

Anyway, things were fine until last year. Puberty had started to hit. My voice didn't break but I did start growing hair. And my junk was getting bigger. But about the time I noticed changes down there, I seemed to be putting on some weight up top.

The first real clue that something was wrong was when I got nailed in the chest during a sparring match and wound up curled into a ball on the floor. Something was obviously wrong, so I got to see our doctor.

She said that some fat buildup on the chest wasn't uncommon in guys during puberty, but the very tender "lumps" under it weren't. It was one of those I'd gotten nailed on.

After some checking, and some very strange tests, the doctors determined that even though I was a guy, I was growing breasts just like a girl. Some weird genetic thing. Apparently, some stuff in my body reacts to testosterone as if it was estrogen. The breasts are the big thing.

There are a few others though. My hips seem to be going somewhat female, though it's a bit early to tell on that (and both mom and my grandmothers had fairly narrow hips anyway). Looks like I'm getting female body hair patterns though.

They suggested surgery to deal with the breasts, but nobody is real thrilled with that. Especially since they are still growing.

And then there's the other thing. Once I got over the "my body is being freaky" thing, I actually wasn't that bothered. Truth to tell, I was more worried about how people would react to me than I was about the changes themselves.

I had to have a bit of a talk with the folks about that. I'd been getting into my sister's clothes for ages. When we were smaller, it was partly her using me as a big doll. But I kinda liked them.

I'm not one of those guys who thinks he should have been a girl. Dressing up was fun, and I liked it. But I was OK with my body.

When we got older, sis let me have some of her older clothes. Mom & dad didn't realize for a while, but when they did finally catch me, after discussing it with us, and ensuring that I hadn't been swiping Sally's stuff, they decided it was weird, but tolerable.

Yes, my folks are like that. They were considered weird growing up, and many folks would still say they're kinda strange. SF fans, SCA, and other odd hobbies tend to get you looked at that way.

But as kids growing up, it meant that we got allowed to try a lot of stuff. So my crossdressing was treated more as a "be careful about outsiders" than some horrible perversion.

So they kind of understood why I didn't consider growing breasts to be the end of the world. Though they did ask some pointed questions to see if I'd been taking something to grow them. I'm not sure they were 100% certain I hadn't been until the medical tests came back.

The real problem was that since the tests indicated that I'd still be a functional male, and I didn't want to change that, there were going to be problems.

Fortunately, it'd been fairly late in the school year when this started, and I was able to make it through the end of the school year without being too noticeable. A medical excuse for the last month got me out of PE.

But that wasn't a long term solution. I was going to have to deal with locker rooms in the future, so there wasn't a lot of point to continuing with the medical excuse thing. But by the start of the next school year, there was no way I was going to be able to hide things.

So we started a long round of discussions with the school. Fortunately the state & local laws about discrimination helped. They definitely couldn't just say that I couldn't attend. On the other hand, as far as the laws were concerned, I could not use female locker rooms as long as I had male genitals (oddly, I can use female dressing rooms at stores and female bathrooms as long as I'm presenting myself as female.).

The possibility of finding a room I could change in separately was considered, but showers were going to be a problem, regardless. So we wound up with me using the boys locker room and hoping for the best.

Fortunately, I'm not that body shy. So getting looked at wasn't going to be a problem. Getting groped or worse was a possibility. Even if I can defend myself, fighting is frowned on.

Heck, we'd had to argue a lot to let me do things like that armlock without running afoul of the "no tolerance" policies on fighting.

So, anyway, that's how I wound up here.

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I got through the class OK. Probably because being the first day they were starting things out easy. I figured the real problems were going to be when we got to stuff like football and wrestling.

Anyway, there was a lot of standing around between some fitness tests and the like.

A few girls wandered over to talk to me, because they recognized me from other classes and were wondering why I was with the boys (having an androgynous name has been a blessing at times, but right now it's not).

I went for honesty and explained the situation. Got a mix of sympathy and shock. Oh well, I never thought this was going to be easy.

Guys wandered over too, asking some questions. Mostly about why I hadn't gotten rid of them (I gave excuses about gotta wait, and not liking major surgery). A few were curious. And I think a couple of those were considering hitting on me.

And there were a few "you some kind of queer?" encounters. Which got a "Right. I'm queer so I grew breasts to look more like a girl? Get real." response.

Of course, the one thing I know I'm going to get really tired of repeating is "No, I didn't do this on purpose. It's some weird genetic thing."

At last it was time for showers. Oh joy.

As had been prearranged, I waited until there were two coaches in the locker room before I headed into the showers. Slick floors are no place to try fancy moves, so I was most at risk there.

As expected, I had a lot of eyes on me. So I looked around and posed for a moment before going "OK, I really have to shower now."

That got most of them to go away. I just tried my best to get clean without looking too much like a show. Looking at a few of the guys, I had to "accidentally" pinch a nipple to distract myself.

Damn. I really am bi. Not gonna make things easier.

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I may or may not continue this. Depends on my muse. Who is being a pain.