Now I had to face a new problem. Even If everybody thought I was normal, there
was no way I could fit into my soccer pants.
Jenna's legs were huge compared to mine.
I opened my closet and got jet another surprise: every article of clothing meant for
dressing below the waist I owned was replaced with clothes in Jenna’s size.
But it wasn’t Jenna’s stuff either.
The clothes looked like stuff I would have bought, if I had been stuck with a woman’s
lower body my whole life.
Mostly unisex pants, a few spandex yoga pants and plain black and white panties.
I looked for my gym bag and found my soccer jersey and a pair of soccer pants which
was a few sizes bigger than my old ones inside.
Since I was low on time, I had no choice but to take the bag and hop into mom’s car.
The drive over to my soccer practise was quite long, since we had to drive through the
whole city.
This let me to forget my current predicament until I placed my bag on the bench inside
the changing room.
Thanks to Jenna’s legs, I was now quite a chuck bigger than the rest of my team.
This small boost in confidence was quickly crushed by the awkwardness of having to
change in a room full
of guys while possessing the lower body of a 24 year old woman.
I quickly peeled the skin tight jeans from Jennas delicate legs only to be greeted by
her frilly red panties.
“Not exactly perfect for doing sports. Probably should have checked at home.”,
was all I could think, in addition
to a new wave of arousal.
After I finished putting on my training clothes, I went outside in the field to begin my
training.
I was surprised by how fit Jennas parts were.
I could outrun everybody, despite being usually the slowest on the team.
The additional strength having her legs gave me, made me perform better than
I could ever have dreamed to
archive with my old ones.
The coach was very impressed and promised to give me more time on the field
in the next upcoming game.
