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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.
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KNOCK
KNOCK
I was so nervous. Was my dress alright? Was my cleavage too much? Was it not enough?
Stupid Greg!
He really brought out the girl in me. And as I stood outside his door, feeling so, unbearably, nervous, I was just as self conscious as I’d been while naked in the showers.
KNOCK
KNOCK
Maybe he wasn’t home. He was probably out partying. He was probably with some other girl. Maybe I should just leave and go back to-
KNOCK
KNOCK
KNOCK
KNOCK-
“Samantha!”
I blushed as he opened the door, wearing only a towel. It seems like I’d interrupted a shower, but he was smiling as though he didn’t mind. I’d never noticed he had abs before…
“Uh…hey” I told him.
“I…I heard you guys won.”
“Yeah. It was awesome” I grinned. “Listen, about last night-”
“I know. I was an idiot. I shouldn’t have kissed you. I like you but the whole reason you hang out with me is because you want to be a guy or a tomboy or whatever you want to call it. You don’t want…”
“I…might” I shrugged.
His whole expression changed. The guilty and apologetic look was replaced by a cautious smile. “Wait…what?”
I stepped inside and closed the door behind us. “I…have learned a lot in the last few weeks. One of the things I’ve figured out is that, sure my life might be different, but I’m still me. I’m just me in a different way. And I have to…um…accept that way. And own up to it, if I’m going to have any chance at being happy. I can’t change certain things…but…” I sighed, shaking my head. What was I even saying?
“I like you, okay? You dolt!” I snapped, getting a bit annoyed I had to go out and say it.
The cautious smile turned into an ecstatic one.
“You like me?”
“And if you tell anyone I said that, I’ll use your head for spiking practice!” I added.
“So…you like me…I like you…” said Greg, basking in it for a moment. He was being that douchey, self satisfied guy that I had come to know, even if I had come to be a bit amused by it. But he quickly realized that this was a bit serious, and let some maturity seep into his joy. “Okay. I’m down for whatever you’re down for. Whatever you’re comfortable with, whatever pace you want. I mean, I know this is complicated for you and I just want you to know that whatever way you want to deal with this, I’ll always back you up and support you.”
…ugh! Why the heck did he have to be so perfect!
Getting a bit flush, I nodded. “Um…speaking of pace…”
“Right. Do you want to keep being friends until you’re comfortable dating, or-”
“I want you. Right now” I said bluntly.
He was stunned, standing there like I was playing a prank on him. “Really?”
“Don’t make me say it again!” I hissed. “I just had a big win and all the girls are celebrating with their guys and I recently realized I might be a bit pent up…”
“So you want to…now?”
“What, am I the only one with any balls here?” I exclaimed, raising my eyebrow. After everything, I’d figured he’d just jump my bones as soon as I gave him permission. And after last night…
Let’s just say the vibrator may or may not have awakened something in me.
“I just…I want to make sure you’re sure. If you are…then I’d love to” he smiled.
“Sure. Very sure. Though you talking doesn’t help” I joked.
He didn’t say another word. He was smart enough to act, and a hand on my chin led my lips to his. Another kiss. Just as good as the last. Only this time, I wasn’t fighting back. I let myself feel it, let it wash over my being as I let curiosity get the better of me.
I reached out and pulled his towel off.
We pulled back from each other for a moment, and I looked down at his growing shaft. It was definitely big, and I was a bit shocked by the way I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
Little did I know, Greg was staring too.
RIPPPPPPPPPP
I yelped slightly as he grabbed my low cut sundress and tore it down the middle, getting a better look at my cleavage as the tatters fell to my feet. I was in just my underwear now and despite the fact that he seemed intently pleased with the results, he did cock his head in apology. “Sorry…”
“No…no, it’s good” I said, more than a bit excited by it, for whatever reason. I had to relearn my preferences, but I knew for a fact that a guy ripping my clothes was now among them. In fact, I was pretty sure I was biting my lip…
“Do…you like what you see?” I asked bashfully.
He grinned and reached down, lifting me up into his big, strong, muscular arms…
Okay, I clearly liked guys. It was a marvel I’d been able to deny it this long.
“I’ve liked what I saw from the first time I saw you” he said, laying a kiss on my cheek as he threw me into bed. I bounced with a gasp and then looked up at him. “But I have to admit, this is my favorite of your outfits” he joked.
“I like yours too” I grinned, looking as his member stood at attention. It had to be 6 or 7 inches.
“Want to give it a kiss?” he asked, walking closer until it was right in front of my face. I coyly looked it over, thinking about how weird all of this was, and then grabbed its base with gentle hands.
SMOOCH.
As I leaned forward to lay my wet kiss on the tip, he reached for my clasp and undid it, taking my bra off and leaving me topless.
“Samantha!!!” he exclaimed when he finally saw them out.
“Greg…” I jokingly replied as I stared at his member.
Before I could react, he jumped on me, kissing me as his hands groped my chest, thumbing my nipples, kneading my chest, enjoying my boobs to his heart’s content as I relished each kiss. My arms wrapped around him as his wrapped about me and we writhed against each other’s sensations. His member was pressed against my leg as I ran my hands up and down his firm muscles, rubbing his abs and pecs as he moved down to kiss my neck. Each movement of his lips and tongue down there made me coo as he moved down to my shoulder, then to my breasts, licking and suckling as I gasped and whined.
“Greg…” I whimpered.
“Samantha” he playfully replied, dancing his tongue on my firm nipple before sitting back up.
“Are you warmed up?” he asked.
“Huh?”
“Girls need to…before…wasn’t sure about you” he shrugged. Then I realized what he was asking.
“I’m ready…” I said without thinking.
He smiled and reached down for my panties, pulling them off to reveal-
My teeny tiny, shrunken and withered member, so useless after so many hormones that all it could do now was leak clear liquid in response to these sensations. I immediately tensed, hoping he wasn’t disgusted by it. It was strange enough for the girls to see but for Greg, someone about to do this…
He leaned towards it and then laid a kiss on my belly.
“You are so beautiful.”
Then another on my ribs.
“So adorable.”
And another on my chest.
“So perfect…”
His eyes met mine as some of those estrogen-supercharged emotions welled up inside of me. “Ready?”
I nodded as he reached over for his condoms and put one on, getting some lube along with it and squirting it onto his shaft.
“Okay, here we go…” he told me before grabbing onto the back of my thighs, pushing my legs up slightly to give a better angle on my hole. My knees were practically on my shoulders when he placed his tip against it, and slowly pushed in.
“AHAaahhaaaAHAAHH…” I cooed.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you…” he said, pushing it against the pressure and tightness, finally getting it all the way inside as I gripped at the sheets.
“There’s my All-Star” he smiled as he slowly pulled back and then pushed back in, moving in and other and slightly quickening his pace.
“Lower…lower…” I guided him, breathing heavy until he hit the right spot.
“Fuck!!!” I gasped.
“Think I found it” he grinned, pushing my legs up even more as he bucked a bit harder. He’d definitely found it. I moaned and squirmed with each thrust as a feeling like electricity built throughout my body.
He leaned into my legs and used his free hands to grip my chest.
“You like it gentle or hard?” he asked. I took a moment to process it, and another to admit the answer I was pretty sure of by now.
“Hard” I gasped.
“Okay…” he grinned like an idiot. “Get ready for hard.”
Without further ado, he dragged his member halfway out against my prostate and then slammed in as hard as he could. I hadn’t even known I could have a feeling like that, and I moaned out like some shameless girl as he did. I blushed red until another came.
Then I did the same thing.
He bucked and pistoned into me as hard as he could, getting faster and faster until it was practically athletic. And if being self conscious about my appearance made me feel like a girl, this made me feel like a woman. I’d never felt more like one in my entire life. It wasn’t like the dresses or heels or makeup. This was a feeling from the inside out, a feeling like I was melting into the control of a big strong man, a man I loved, and man whose masculinity brought my femininity out.
Also, it felt fucking good.
I started squealing as each feeling built on the last one, and as he brought a hand to my mouth to muffle the noise.
“I’m close…” he said, clearly trying to hold off so that my first time wasn’t only a success for him. And though I couldn’t say it at the moment, some part of me knew I was too. It was like a wave about to crest, a pot about to boil over, a feeling becoming too intense to sustain itself until-
“GREG!!!”
My legs spasmed in the air. My whole body tensed. I spurted out clear from my useless member and I screamed so loud that not even his hand could help it. Then, as I reverberated in that lingering feeling, I felt a warmth inside me, filling me until Greg pulled out.
Climbing into bed, he pulled the covers over us.
“So…I guess you won twice tonight” he joked as he wrapped around me.
“Shut up!” I laughed, shaking my head. “You’re an idiot.”
“Well then I’m the luckiest idiot ever” he said, laying a kiss on my shoulder. “How was your first time?”
“It…wasn’t entirely boring” I teasingly countered, grinning wide. “Nothing to write home about.”
We did it two more times that night. And once in the morning.
As for the season, we did pretty well. Kim was gone the next year and so Abby took over as captain. She also took over as my roommate when Jasmine’s time as my overseer ended. It turns out Sarah’s dad was the DA and his tireless work meant that the Sissy Camp was soon shuttered. There was nothing that could be done for their previous attendees, but at least no one else would go in.
As for those struggling with the aftermath, roughly half were like Stella, placid and happy with their new lives. At least she’d been happy when I last saw her. She was wearing the most low cut, revealing, strapless wedding dress I’ve ever seen, and saying her vows to her new man. I didn’t think that “I swear your balls will never be blue” belonged in a set of vows but hey, it wasn’t my wedding. My wedding came later.
The other sissies were like me, just trying to find their way through life, figuring out a compromise between who they were and who they’d become, finally finding some balance and peace. Abby was even dating one of the former victims, who had luckily retained their preference for girls despite the conditioning. I’d asked Abby if that meant she’d always had a crush on me, and she just brushed it off. I was her BFF now, and who cared about the past?
She was right. She was my best friend, my closest ally and eventually, my maid of honor. She’d even helped me get my new job.
“Is someone excited behind me?” I teased as Greg and I showered together, getting ready for our respective days. I could feel it pressing against my back.
“Yeah, my wife has to go to work. No time to fool around. But I was hoping you’d have time?”
“Your wife sounds like a busy woman” I teased.
“Yeah, and a total slut. When she does have the time…”
“Well I’ll tell you what, I also have to go to work, but when I get home…” I giggled as I turned around towards him.
“Hmm…can you get it all the way down your throat? My wife can” he joked.
I gave him the finger and shook my head. “After work” I said, getting up on my toes to kiss him on the cheek. “And I’ll wear my old uniform.”
“There’s my All-Star” he said, giving me a kiss as I basked in his favorite pet name for me. We finished up our shower and I headed to work, parking in the campus’s lot and walking to the gym. It turns out being physically weaker than every other girl meant that you had to know the actual mechanics and tactics of volleyball better than anyone. And knowing that made you perfect for my new job…
“Hello, ladies. I’m Coach Samantha. Time for tryouts.”