"Do you have any color in mind?"
"Something understated...but not too undetstated. I wan't people to notice.it"
"How about a nice, light pink?",p>
"That looks fine."
Karla Schneewind had made a decision after talking with Coach Ferguson. Karla knew in his/her heart that Riki would never forgive Carl/Lebron for what he'd done (now away from the influence of the rock, Karla could almost understand why.), and the best way to deal with the situation was to get used to it. If Karla was going to have any chance at a normal life..."She'd" have to get used to this body.
This Karla was looking over some cosmetics in the womans department of the local Wal-Mart. He'd wanted to look less like a Desel Dyke and more like a girl who (though unattractive) was doing the best she could with what she had. She'd explained that she didn't usualy use such things, so the sales lady had to first teach Karla how to apply make-up without looking like a clown. Then she'd painted her finger and toes with a light pink polish, and did a little shopping for some less "Mannish" tops and blouses.
When she finished her shopping Karla inspected the reflectin in the mirror with a critical eye. This body (almost 7 feet tall and as thickly muscled as a professional body builder) would never win any beauty contests...but it did look more normal. The suggestion of using a headscarf to cover Karla's shaved head was a stroke of genius. Karla'd bought several in a varity of colors.
As Karla walked out of the store she noticed the same stares that he/she'd recieved at school. A giantess with a pro-wrestles body and breasts the size of basket balls was always going to get looked at. But...not all the looks were of disguat. Karla still looked like the goddess of all dykes, but some of the glances were of an interested nature.
It was the breasts, Karla knew. Even with all the help of a reinforced bra and the tightest of tops, Karla's breasts were still bouncing and wobbling with every movement.
Still...it was better. Perhaps after some time spent on the team the rest of the girls would warm to her.
Karla could only hope. But she didn't have much of that. While changing clothes she/he'd noticed the vagina that Riki'd replaced Lebrons huge cock with. It had been large and sloppy, unpleasantly well-used and showing signs of "Camel Toe" as the guys like to say.
Not it was smaller, tight as a drum and coral pink. It looked like...like...
Karla slipped a finger into the folds and shudder'd. Then felt again...
A virgin. Riki had made Karla a virgin again.
Was that why every touch now seem'd like a caress. When the sales lady took Karla's hand it had felt warm and soothing. When the boy at the regester had handed Karls the change it had felt like an electric charge. What was wrong? Why did he feel so...horney? And why did the feeling come weither Karla was dealing with both males and females. Karla was only interested in girls...right?
Karla wanted to get home quickly. He/she wanted to put all this stuff away, then go into the basement and work out. Karla needed to burn off these feelings somehow, and an hour or two with the freeweights seem'd like the best way.
