Then it was time for Basketball. Usually, he didn't like sports but he was getting really into it.
Being 5" 11' gave him a height advantage over some of the other students.
He felt like he was stronger and had better hand-eye coordination.
He was so into it that he stopped noticing the eyes on his boobs every time he jumped. Stopped noticing how much they bounced. It was exhilarating.
When the teacher excused them to go change his reddish-brown hair with the blue streak was damp with sweat.
The shorts were practically painted on and about a quarter-inch of ass was on display at the bottom.
The sweat-slick shirt rode up more because of how swelling breasts, displaying more of his now lightly toned stomach.
His emotional high came crashing down when he opened his locker door.
