The coach stormed into the shower room, shaking his head. He hoped none of his other players were pansies like those two. School was about to start, so, as usual, he had to motivate his players to hurry up and get out of the showers to get dressed and leave.
"Hey, boys! Time to get your cute little butts out of here and back into the locker room. There's a bunch of cute guys outside that need to get ready for their first period class," he announced, with a giggle. The coach slapped his hand over his mouth. What the hell was that? Instead of his mean and gruff voice, he was speaking with a high-pitched happy and flirtatious, almost girly voice.
His players turned and stared at him, probably wondering what was up with him.
"Come on, guys. Get those gorgeous bodies of yours moving," the coach said, sounding petulant.
Nothing else about him seemed girly, just his voice and the way he used it. But it was still scaring the hell out of him. What was happening? And how come he couldn't stop?
