It started as soon as Karla got to school. As she got out of her H2, She met eyes with Gary and Bob from the basketball team. After pretending not to have seen her, she heard them laughing over some private joke as they walked away. Normally, they'd have at least smiled and nodded. As she walked through the halls, none of the other students would look at her, male or female. By the time she reached mathematics, she was already slouching to make her gigantic 6' 10" frame less visible. Normally, Mr. Porter would have accepted her excuse about not having time to get her math assignment completed, but special consideration was only for star basketball players "“ male players, that is.
"You are expected to come to class prepared, Ms. Schneewind. If you miss another there will be academic consequences," he snapped, barely even glancing at her.
"Yes yes sir," Karla mumbled. Some girls behind her giggled.
Carl had been a geek before, but at least he'd had friends. The bullies seemed disgusted or intimidated by Karla, and the geeks looked away for fear of being associated with her. None of the teachers called on her, and would rarely look at her as she talked. At lunch time, she would glance up from eating to see other students quickly look away. When she stepped out to go to the ladies room, she could see why. As a boy, she might have been tall and assertive, but as a girl she was a troll. She'd kept her heavy features, shaved head and deep voice. As time passed during the day, she had also found herself getting horny, and many of the glares came from disgusted girls who caught her checking them out. She waited all day for basketball tryouts, the only place where she could still feel like her old, powerful self.
When Sharon headed down to breakfast, Riki took a moment for herself. She whispered to the stone twice. After the second time, she opened her closet and locked the stone in her new safe but dropped the shape-changing crystal in her book bag. Then she headed down to breakfast.
She soon came to regret her first wish as classes wore on. Everything the teachers had to say was so repetitive. She finally got sick of it in English class when no one was answering what was a fairly obvious question about the reading.
"It's obvious ma'am! Coleridge writes of the pleasure dome as a 'romantic chasm,' calling it both savage and holy. The sexual symbolism is hard to miss."
"This from the expert on pleasure domes," Jared said from behind her, in a not-quite whisper. The class burst into laughter. Riki burned.
"After class," said Mrs. Schwartz, glaring at him. "That is one interpretation, Riki," she added, a bit flustered, "but I'm not sure we want to get into that here."
Snickers and whispers rolled across the class again. Her hand brushed the crystal in her bag with her left hand. She shouldn't, she knew, but it was so tempting. Jared kept shifting in his seat for the rest of class. Maybe you'd like to get new perspective on those of us who "in fast thick pants were breathing," she thought.
When Karla sat down in the girls' locker room after class, Kylee and Jenny picked up their things and moved to a different area to change. She'd at least been hoping that as a girl she'd get to see some girls changing, but they had other ideas. She was amazed at the wave of reassurance that washed over her when she left the locker room to see Riki and Sharon sitting in the bleachers watching her try out. She should hate them, shouldn't she?
Even though the other girls threw her bad passes and played their very worst when paired with her, Karla's superiority was undeniable. In a practice scrimmage, she was essentially forced to go it alone against five other girls, but beat them anyway. The skills that put her phone on college recruiters' speed dial remained intact. There was simply nothing they could do to stop her. And they hated her for it.
"Could I see you for a moment, Karla?" Coach Ferguson asked as the girls were headed in to the showers. As they sat in her office, the coach leaned back in her natty desk chair, nervously playing with the whistle cord around one hand.
"Look, Karla, you were the best girl out there, no question. You know that, right?" she said.
"Yeah," she mumbled. "I mean, yes ma'am."
"I don't know how to say this, Karla Some of the other girls are threatening to quit the team if I let you on," she said biting her lip. "Now, I'm going to anyway; Girls who can't play as a team deserve not to be on one. But I need you to at least try to fit in. Help me out here. I know you're a little different, and I understand how hard it is to be like that in sports, trust me. Sometimes you just have to do things to fit in, though. It wouldn't hurt you to shave once in a while, you know," she mentioned, nodding at Karla's still-mannish legs, "And maybe if you weren't so obvious about checking them out."
"But I "
"You don't have to say anything to me about that," Coach Ferguson said, smiling ruefully, "I get it. Just cover it up, okay?"
"Yes, Coach. Thanks for this opportunity."
"You're welcome. Good luck out there."
Karla left. How was she going to pull this off? She might have the biggest tits on the team, but she sure as hell didn't feel or act like a girl. Boys' tryouts had already ended two months ago, assuming they'd even have let him on the team. This might be his only chance to play the game.
She was going to change, but found that her pants had been shredded and her white t-shirt had "sasquatch" written across it in red ink. All the other girls had left. Setting her clothes aside, she stepped in to the shower. She gasped as the water hit her nipples, ran between her breast and funneled through her sex. Since lunch, she'd done nothing but think about sex. Only basketball had given her a break. She leaned against the cold tile and slipped her fingers in. The faces of all the students staring at her, disgusted, rushed through her mind. As she came, she thought of how uncomfortable the coach had looked.
Riki sat on the bleachers, leaning back in front of Sharon, who "“ in lieu of making conversation "“ was trying to discreetly hump her back. "That turn you on, baby?" Riki asked.
"Uh-huh."
"Just imagine how turned on my little boy is. You know, during study hall I was reading in an endocrinology book that testosterone influences female libido, an' I was jus' wonderin' what all that must be doin' to his lil' girlie brain."
"Um huh?"
"I bet he's horny fittin' to bust in there."
"Oh," said Sharon, giggling. Then she resumed the soft rubbing motion. "Maybe, like, he can be next."
