"You get the back seat since you're the smallest," Trish called to James as she went around to the driver side, leaving Becky to tilt the passenger seat forward for James to scramble past. "I like your shoes Jamie, they are just so precious. The little puff ball on the heels and the glittery pink side stripes on the sides, they're so you. OK, Everyone buckle up."
"Yeah thanks, " James said, irritated that even when he tried to sound smarmy it came out cute, even to own ears.
Pretending to adjust the rear view mirror, Trish checked out the newly diminutive ex-hunk and decided to give James his next girl lesson, 'Seat belts must be positioned judiciously'. While most of him was shrunken down to a petite little thing, they'd saddled him with a very impressive chest for that small frame. Trish stepped on the clutch, then promptly lurched the car shifting into second. "Sorry," she sing-songed to the high pitched gasp from the back seat.
The "yelp" leaked out before James could stifle it. 'Holy-mother-of-god, that hurt.' Wiping tears from his eyes, James carefully adjusted the seatbelt strap so that it passed between his breasts instead of over one. This made the damned things stand out even more, but there was no way he was going to let that happen again. Carefully massaging away the pain, James couldn't help but think about the irony of having a great set of tits in his hands and wanting most vehemently to get rid of them.
It might have been a Sunday, but the school track already had a few joggers and the football field had a scattering of guys throwing footballs and Frisbees. Looking to where Becky and Trish were waving, James saw several girls and two guys waving back. When Trish and Becky began running toward them, James had no choice but to run with them. They weren't running fast, nothing that would tax even the little body he now had, wrong! Within two steps his chest was bouncing wildly. He couldn't exactly hold them and run, so he found himself raising his arms up and out, slowing his gate, reducing the painful jarring to a smoother heave drop jiggle motion as his hands flailed out. He was running like a girl.
Trish ran through the introductions. James was a little surprised that there were guys on the team and wondered briefly why he couldn't simply have been one of them when he was reminded. There was one very petite girl, Britney he recalled, who got in his face. This served to once again drive home his rather embarrassing circumstances as he looked up to meet the eyes of the girl he'd thought of as small.
"So, you think you can be a flier in only a week. Ha! Those tits may hold the guys attention on the ground, but in the air you're in my space sister. Come on, let's get going, I need the laughs!" Britney sneered and turned away toward their practice area."
"What was that all about," James wondered aloud watching Britney flounce away.
"Don't take it personally," Becky said. "We don't call her 'The Little Bitch' for nothing."
"Yeah, but with you here, she'll have to give up the first part of her title and go with just 'Bitch' now." Trish smirked.
Out in the practice area, the two guys surrounded James to evaluate what they had to work with. They had him do cartwheels initially. Their only comment was, "good form, nice panties". Then they spotted him in the small of his back and had him arch backward as if he was going to do a slow motion backward hand stand. This was something he would never even have considered before, but while this body was small it was also wonderfully flexible. James was amazed and pleased to find that he had no trouble at all arching backward, placing his hands on the ground, and with a little lift from the guys went up to a handstand and spread his legs into an inverted split. Tucking his head, James dropped and rolled back up to a standing position. Smiling radiantly, James brushed his skirt down and began to blush when he realized that the scattered cat calls and "YOWZA's" were for him.
"OK 'Little Miss See My Panties', that was a good start, but it was just a warm up." Eric said and unceremoniously snatched James into the air and left him dangling over Eric's head. "Well you hang there like a dead fish, but you also weigh less than the Bitch. Let's see if we can fix the one while enjoying the other."
With a little advance warning and a starting jump, James had no trouble going up into a classic horizontal lift. He'd even done it a few time before himself, but always as the lifter instead of the liftee. Once he'd relaxed into it, it was a lot fun and a lot easier than doing the lifting. Lifters had to make it look effortless, but even a small girl is quite heavy. Of course the view down the girls chest was exceptional, ... 'oh shit'. Dropping his head and throwing Eric off balance, James had time to see just what kind of view he was presenting before they both tumbled to the ground. Seeing the big grin on Eric's face, James punched him, which only made Eric smile all the more.
Holding Jamie in a horizontal post over his head again, and enjoying a great view, Eric said they were going to try a twist drop. Waggling Jamie in the air, Eric explained what would happen.
Even expecting it, James screamed when he twisted and fell. Eric caught him, but they still both ended up on the ground. Getting up, James again heard cat calls, mixed with laughing, and something unintelligible that ended with 'tits".
