Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2023 11:32:34 -0600
From: ismael hernández <ismaelhvalencia@gmail.com>
Subject: From school jock to cum slut - part 9

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***


The first thing my coach did when he saw me arrive at the game was turn
red with fury. His eyebrows were furrowed, and a grimace began to form as
soon as I stepped onto the soccer field.

"What the hell is this, Dany? Can you explain what the hell you did to
your uniform?"

"Nothing, just making it more comfortable," I replied as if it were the
most normal thing in the world to show up to an important game in tiny
shorts, a too-short shirt, and very high socks. I had swapped the black
Adidas sneakers for laceless pink Predator ones.

"Comfortable? You look like a faggot, for God's sake. If you want to
dress like that, you can join the cheerleading squad over there. What's
next, for fuck's sake? Will you come to the next game in a skirt and a
crop top? Don't you have any respect for your teammates, for me?"

"Coach... I understand that you're angry, but I think it's
disproportionate. It's just clothes, and you shouldn't worry. The clothes
I wear don't make me a better or worse player."

I was upset, but I didn't want to be rude to my coach. I didn't like
people who replied to others sarcastically or were just smart asses. All
I could do was focus on what I had come to do, but it was challenging. It
was my first time dressed this way in public, and I wasn't sure how my
coach, my teammates, and everyone attending the game would react. I
couldn't sleep at all the night before, and my stomach was churning. The
normal nerves of the game combined with those of this new aspect of mine
grew like a monster. The walk from home to the school stadium was one of
the most difficult of my life. But it didn't matter anymore; I was there,
all eyes were on me, and I had to prove that I was right, that I was
fine. The best way to do it was to act confidently and naturally.

None of my friends approached me, but I saw them talking in the distance
and looking in my direction. That hurt a bit, especially after our
previous conversation last day, but in the end, I wasn't going to be
discouraged. I couldn't afford that before a game. I was still Dany,
still their captain, whether they liked it or not, so they had to listen
to me and obey me, even if inside, I liked things to be the other way
around.

We warmed up, jogged, and started ball exercises. It was a cool morning,
and I felt the wind on my legs, rising up my thighs and reaching my
crotch, where my black thong and chastity cage welcomed it.

I gave my partners a brief motivational speech before the game, but
nobody paid attention. That hurt too. We started playing, and that's when
I forgot about the stares, whispers, and laughter from those watching. I
had something to focus on: winning, and that was enough to forget about
everything else happening around me. However, it wasn't easy. Every time
I took control of the ball, intercepted a pass, or deflected a shot, I
could hear insults under their breath: faggot, princess, butterfly,
fairy... the opposing team didn't miss a chance to show their
disapproval. Maybe that would have bothered me a few months ago, but the
truth was that now, after the way Adrien had treated me, I liked it. In
fact, it excited me, and with the chastity cage on, that only made me
more thrilled. I mean, being surrounded by guys in shorts running around
me, sweaty and athletic, while I wore provocative clothing and a chastity
cage was any queer's dream.

Halftime arrived without either team scoring a goal. We went to the
bench, rehydrated, changed some formations, gave instructions, and I
pointed out to my teammates the points we could exploit in the opponent's
strategy. However, Alex, one of my best friends, let out a mocking laugh.

"What's so funny?" I asked, serious.

"Sorry, I just can't take you seriously if you're dressed like that," he
said, covering his mouth. "I mean, the coach is right; you look more like
a cheerleader than the team captain. The captain is supposed to inspire
respect; you look more like someone begging to be fucked from behind."

"Look, you should care more about not letting them pass you and
preventing pass leaks than about how I dress, understood? That's first.
Second, see this armband?" I said, taking the red band from my right arm;
he nodded silently. "Well, this band means I'm the captain, okay? Do you
have one? Because I don't see it..." Alex got serious then and
straightened up. "Oh, right, you don't have one because you're not the
captain. You're not good enough to be. When you are, if you ever become
one, then you can tell me what to do and what not to do, understood?
Until then, you shut up and do what I say."

"Listen, you little shit," he said, quickly approaching me. He spoke in
fast, hushed whispers. He was getting angry. "I'm not going to let you
talk to me like that. No faggot is going to talk to me like that. Have
you realized your shorts are see-through? You're wearing a fucking thong
under your shorts, Dany, for God's sake. We're the laughingstock of the
other team, damn it."

I wasn't aware of that. I didn't know what was visible under my shorts. A
wave of panic hit me, but I controlled myself and didn't let it dominate
me. It was difficult, but I managed it or at least I pretend to do it.

"Focus on what I'm telling you, and then shut them up when we win."

"Screw you, Dany, really just fuck off" Alex finished and turned his back
on me. The rest of the team looked at me, wondering what we should do.
So, as if nothing had happened, I continued playing my role as captain.

The second half was much more challenging than the first. The opposing
team had also refined their strategy and improved their mistakes.
However, I took advantage of one of the few they made to score a goal. I
celebrated with my teammates, excluding Alex, and saw the stands getting
excited and cheering. A bit of normalcy, a trace of that life that now
felt so distant. I felt proud of myself, and we continued playing.

It wasn't an exciting game, full of drama, goals, emotions, and tears. In
fact, almost no scholar game is, 90% of them are pretty boring, like this
one. The score ended up being 1 -- 0, which meant we won the match thanks
to me. While that made me happy, the truth was that what I wanted most at
that moment was to get out of there. I wasn't used to my friends or my
coach or anyone, for that matter, being upset with me, and I didn't want
to risk them realizing it. So, after pretending to be happy and calm,
after celebrating and talking with my teammates I said goodbye and left.
Neither Alex nor the coach spoke to me.

After a game, you're not obligated to use the school showers, so I headed
towards the exit where people were waiting for the players. Some girls
took pictures with me, some guys gave me high fives, and others just
chuckled as I walked by. I was somewhat disheartened, but seeing my
reflection in the car windows in the parking lot lifted my spirits. I
looked good, too good. It was like waking up every morning and seeing a
brand-new red convertible outside my window, knowing it was mine. Long
hair, shaved legs and arms, curled eyelashes, slim with a waist many
girls would envy, earrings shining in the sun, pink lips... I'd fuck
myself if I could, or at least I would have in the past without thinking
twice. I no longer passed as a boy; now, I truly looked like a girl,
perhaps a tomboy, but definitely not a boy anymore. I think, in the end,
the price I paid for it wasn't that high.

"Dany!" I heard someone shouting behind me. Turning around, I saw Adrien
with a bouquet of flowers and a big smile on his lips. "Congratulations!
You're the best player; you made us win, OMG, I'm so happy."

He handed me the bouquet and hugged me around the waist. I hugged him
back, genuinely happy, and smelled his hair, emitting a delightful
fragrance. We walked to my car -- my parents had lent it to me to go to
the stadium -- while Adrien excitedly recounted how he experienced the
game from the stands, asking me what it felt like to be on the field, if
I was nervous, if kicking the ball didn't hurt, if I felt happy... a
thousand questions.

We were about to get in when his shoelace came undone, so instinctively,
I knelt in front of him and tied it for him. He took me by the chin,
lifted it, and said, "Thanks, little one," in his sweet voice, helping me
back up. I didn't know if anyone saw him giving me a bouquet of flowers
or me tying his shoelaces, and at that moment, I didn't care. I was
happy, feeling like a girl whose boyfriend comes to see her at the ballet
recital. My friends gave me their back so... why should I care about what
they'd think?

We got into the car and went straight to Adrien's house. It was still
early, not even noon yet, but no one was home. We didn't kiss immediately
upon entering because we were both starving, so Adrien made pancakes for
both of us, and we had breakfast while watching TV -- or rather,
listening to it since we were talking. I told him how I felt that day and
how unfortunate the coach's and Alex's comments were. He nodded, gave me
words of encouragement, hugged me, and said he had a surprise for me
before rushing upstairs to his room.

I finished eating and drinking the orange juice he had poured, then
slumped onto the couch. I felt tired but satisfied. I was calm, and all I
needed now was a bath. I thought about asking Adrien for permission to
use his shower, but when he came down, all my thoughts were erased from
my mind.

He was wearing the school uniform, but the girls' version. A white
blouse, a skirt -- which he wore too short -- Mary Jane shoes, and
instead of the traditional white socks, he wore black pantyhose. He had
put on makeup and styled his hair into two pigtails on the sides of his
head.

"Do you like how I look, baby?" he said in a voice that sent shivers down
my spine. "As I promised, if you won and went dressed as a slut to the
game, I was going to turn you into a complete girl. Well, you're a very
obedient little one, aren't you? Besides, it's time for you to leave
behind that masculinity. Forget completely about being a boy, okay? Leave
those soccer and sports things to the boys; you should focus on your
dance classes and transforming into a real girl, understood, baby? We
girls have other things to focus on, right?"

"Right..." I could barely answer; excitement held me as tightly as the
chastity cage.

"Do you want me to remove the last traces of manhood you have,
sweetheart?"

"Yes, please."

"Beg me to do it."

"Please, Adrien, take away what's left of me being a man and make me your
girlfriend. I beg you, I plead with you. I don't want to be a boy
anymore. I want to be a girl like you, please."

"Ugh, you're such a faggot... seriously, I don't know how you can be so
popular and have had so many girls by your side if you're gayer than I
am. But that's going to change, right?"

We started kissing. We were two girls, two lesbian chicks, kissing while
our bulges rubbed against our clothes. I put my hand under his skirt
while he massaged my nipples under the shirt. The chastity cage prevented
me from having a boner, but I was sure that if I didn't have it, it would
have been the biggest one of my life. I had never been so aroused in my
life -- a girl was going to fuck me, or better yet, a femboy was going to
breed me. I was going to be the bottom for a feminine guy dressed as a
schoolgirl. Never, in any of my dreams or fantasies, had I considered
such an idea.

"I don't have lube, baby, so you'll have to endure. Can you?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl."

We got up and went against a wall. There, he lowered me to my knees and
made me give him a blowjob under the skirt. One might think I was used to
it, but the truth was I couldn't get used to the size of his dick. It was
huge in every sense, and every time I had it in my mouth, it reminded me
of my position, which was to serve him.

"Do you like it, huh?" he said. I could only respond with pleasure moans,
my tongue being busy. "We should do this one day at school, not in the
library anymore. Both of us dressed as girls, touching each other and
giving ourselves pleasure. Is that what you want, right?"

"Yes daddy, I want to be a schoolgirl like you," I said pulling his
erection out of my mouth, sliding it down my face.

"You're a bitch, a slutty bitch, and you love it. But you have a long
way to go to become the best Dany. You still look like a boy in school,
that must definitely change."

He repositioned me on the couch, doggy style. He pulled down my clothes
and touched my chastity cage which, by this time, was dripping with
precum. He took it between his fingers and used to lubricate his dick. He
then spanked me a couple of times as he positioned himself between my
legs and began to fuck me. Using the dildo and taking up my free time to
open me up had paid off, as his erection went all the way in within
seconds.

"Ugh, you used to be so tight, but now you're super open. Have other
guys been using you besides me, baby? I bet they have."

"Ahhh... ahhh, no daddy, just you. So far."

"But you want them to use you, don't you?"

"Yes, I want them to take my manhood away from me. I want the only semen
in my body to be from another guy who just fucked me."

"That's the way it's going to be baby, soon you'll stop producing semen
all by yourself. You'll become a girl little by little. Look at you now,
you're getting fucked by a femboy dressed as a schoolgirl. And you
thought you were straight."

"I know daddy, thanks for showing me who I really was."

"That's the way I like it little fag".

He held my hips and started ramming me as deep as possible. In my mind
all I could think about was how much I would love to have a pussy for
Adrien to fill so I could come along with him. I would love to be filled
with his cum and run the risk of getting pregnant by him. I wanted him to
come inside me, inside my pussy, I wanted us to be real girls, two
lesbian girls. I needed us both to be penetrated by two real men. I
wanted to have breasts for Adrien to squeeze while he fucked me. For them
to drip milk every time he turned me on. For him to suck them while he
fucked me. Ugh, hell I wanted him and Jack to use me at the same time. I
wanted to be taken off the soccer team and onto the cheerleading squad
and go in like one girl more. I wanted to stop wearing a boy's uniform to
school and be a girl 24/7. That's what I wanted, that's what I needed. To
be seen as just another girl in school but not only that, but as a slutty
girl, one who wouldn't say no to any boy, who would do anything with
anyone, who would go into the bathrooms to get fucked, who would wear
sexy lingerie under her uniform, who would wear plugs all day, who would
upload videos of her fucking or using toys to the internet, I wanted, I
wanted... I wanted... I wanted... ahhhh...

Adrien came inside me, and as always, he flooded me with his cum. He
filled every space inside me with his DNA while moaning like a girl and
thrusting his hips against mine. We stayed like that for a few minutes,
without moving. I could feel the drops of his sweat falling on my back.

Then he pulled out of me, lowered the skirt -- which he never took off
while fucking me -- and turned me around. I sat on the couch, and he
knelt in front of me. That's when he started sucking on the chastity cage
and the little dick underneath. He took it all into his mouth, and with
his tongue, he cleaned every trace of precum. I couldn't resist more than
a few minutes before getting wet and flood his mouth. Like him, I also
moaned like a girl. Ugh, I had done it unconsciously; it really was
becoming a part of me.

We spent the rest of the day as two girls. We watched makeup tutorials on
YouTube, tried on the clothes Adrien had hidden under the bed, watched a
Barbie movie, and didn't stop touching each other all day. Even Adrien
tried one of the dildos he had hidden in the closet on me. I showed him
the ballet steps I had learned in my classes, and he clapped. We ordered
pizza for dinner, and just as we were dressed, we went out to receive it.
The delivery guy gave us two very lascivious looks but didn't say
anything more.

It was an incredible evening. I had never had so much fun. I had never
been so honest with myself, and it was nice to spend it with Adrien, who
understood how I felt.

I returned home when it was already night. I made sure to remove my
makeup and fix myself before entering. When I did, my parents greeted me,
and we talked in the living room about the game and school. It seemed
like they wanted to say something more, and I was sure it was related to
my appearance, but they didn't, and I didn't ask.

I took a shower, removed the chastity cage, and realized that my dick
seemed to have shrunk. I smiled. I liked that.

Before going to sleep, I took my phone, opened the App Store, and
downloaded Grindr again. This time, I added more details and several
photos where my face wasn't visible, especially the ones I had taken with
my sports bra and face mask. I wanted to meet more guys; I wanted to
become more submissive; I wanted to be a faggot in every sense of the
word. And perhaps, unconsciously, I also wanted to force myself to face
the world as the new person I was becoming.

***

The next day, Adrien had a family event, and my parents had gone out for
groceries. On the other hand, I had nothing planned. I could hang out
with Amy, go for a run, meet up with some friends - the few that I had
left - or invite them over to play video games. But the truth was, I
didn't want to see any of them; I wanted to distance myself a bit from
everyone, from the entire school, in general, after the bitter experience
of the game and the comments I had received.

I was contemplating this while making myself coffee in the morning when
my phone vibrated. It was a message from Jack.

"Hi beautiful, good morning. I hope you're doing well. I have gymnastics
practice soon; do you want to come watch me? I'll buy you ice cream if
you say yes."

"Hi stud. It depends... what flavor will the ice cream be?" I replied.

"Strawberry... or well, vanilla, it can be any flavor you want, but come
with me, please."

"Just because you're too cute... and because I kept your jacket."

He agreed to pick me up in an hour, during which I showered, did my hair
and makeup - I was gradually improving in that skill. Also, after
thinking about it for a while, I decided to put on the chastity cage
again - which was also becoming much easier -, white panties, as well as
a gymnastics leotard and shorts. The leotard was bright red with some
embedded rhinestones. It looked good as gymnastics wear and also as part
of a casual outfit. On top of everything, I wore his jacket - which still
smelled like him - and waited for him to arrive.

I was surprised that he didn't need instructions or my location to get to
my house; apparently, he remembered the way quite well. Jack rang the
doorbell, and I opened it. He was wearing his Boy Scouts uniform, which
made me smile.

"Hello, Dany... What? You don't like my Scouts uniform?" he said before
giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"It's not that, not at all. It's just that, well, I hadn't met anyone who
was part of the Scouts, or well, not at our age."

"I'm the ScoutMaster, which is something like the instructor. I'm the one
who puts order into all of this," he said, raising the collar of his
khaki-colored shirt.

"Understood, Captain," I said, saluting him like a soldier. As strange it
may sound, he didn't look dorky or silly, he looked quite cute with his
uniform and brown shorts.

We got into his car - he opened the passenger door for me again - and
started driving. His legs, full of muscles and veins, barely fit in the
shorts he was wearing. The red bandana around his neck emitted traces of
his lotion, the same one that was on the jacket, and it felt like
pheromones to me.

During the journey, he told me that on Sundays, he usually goes on
excursions with his group and that, after that, if he still has energy,
he goes to train at the school gym. It's not a formal training since he
can do the exercises he wants at his own pace and whenever he wants.
There are no coaches, so he doesn't feel any pressure.

During the ride he told me that on Sundays he usually goes hiking with
his group and after that, if he still has energy, he goes to train at his
school's gym. It's not a fitness workout, as he can do whatever exercises
he wants at his own pace and whenever he likes. There are no trainers, so
he has no pressure at all.

"You're pretty dedicated then and disciplined. That's sexy in a guy,
almost as sexy as those legs of yours," I said. Something about him
inspired confidence and made me feel good about myself. I barely
remembered the game the day before.

"Thank you, I try to be. How about you? Tell me more about you and your
life, I want to hear all about it."

I told him about my life until yesterday, about sports, the dance club,
gymnastics... I omitted to tell him that we were actually the same age
and that I was not younger than him, I liked him thinking that, I also
omitted the unfortunate comments of the previous day. I hated it when
people complained about everything and just played the victim in front of
others. I didn't want to make that first impression with Jack.

"Wow, so we have several things in common. I was never much of a soccer
fan, though. What uniform do you wear for swimming?"

"Usually a speedo, the choice of color is usually free."

"But a little girl like you should wear a one-piece swimsuit, don't you
think? It wouldn't be appropriate for everyone to see that chest," he
said with a smile and reaching out a hand to squeeze my left breast.

"You're right about that, maybe I should change it... The thing is that
I'm just running out of money and I'd have to talk to the trainer. Ugh...
I need a job."

"One of my friends is a manager at Twin Peaks, the restaurant downtown.
I could ask her if she has any openings for my baby. I'm sure she'll
accept."

"Would you really do that for me?"

"That and more baby girl"

He parked at his school and took me by the hand to the entrance. School N
was almost as large as mine, but it was more secluded, and from the
rumors I had heard, it was much more expensive, and apparently, it was
true because the parking lot was filled with a large number of
Mercedes-Benz, BMWs, and Porsches.

The facilities were very modern, mostly concrete and glass. I felt like
an intruder or a spy entering a school that wasn't mine in that way, but
Jack had told me there wouldn't be a problem. I accompanied him to the
changing rooms - fortunately, they were empty - to change his Scout
uniform for the gymnast one, which consisted of a navy blue and white
leotard that emphasized the muscles of his arms, revealing his well-toned
abdomen, and a bulge under shorts as small as mine.

As he changed, I looked at myself in the mirror -I didn't want to creep
him watching him change- Jack's jacket was a bit big on me, but I liked
that; I felt embraced by him all the time. The jacket's fabric covered
the shorts I was wearing, giving the impression that I wasn't wearing
anything underneath. I really looked like a girl, and a very slutty one,
wearing his boyfriends jacket.

"It'll be an hour, an hour and a half at most. The grandstands are this
way, baby girl," he said, leading me down some stairs. "If you want, you
could also join a rhythmic gymnastics class. Those are on the other side
of the building."

"Oh, no, I couldn't do that right now. I'd get too nervous."

"It's okay; we could see how they do it after I finish, and then, if you
feel like it, we could come together. I'll go to my classes, and you to
the girls'. We would be a pretty nice couple, if you think about it."

I stayed in the grandstands and watched him warm up. He was very agile,
like a panther. The muscles all over his body tensed with every move he
made. He could do splits and backflips. I don't know if he was showing
off - which was probably the most likely - or if that was casual
training. Compared to him, I wasn't a panther, but more like a kitten.

He was right; we would make a nice couple. He, the strong and masculine
guy, and me, his feminine and delicate girl.

I watched him for a while. The grandstands were almost empty, and there
were few guys training with Jack - who, it should be noted, was the
handsomest of them all by far. After a while, I took out my phone and
started checking my notifications. I was more than surprised when I
realized that on the Grindr app, I had over 45 notifications, including
messages, photos, and likes from all kinds of men. From guys my age,
younger ones, and mature men. Everything! My inbox was full of lascivious
messages, explicit photos, and all kinds of requests. I was looking at
them when a new message appeared on my screen. It was a profile without a
photo, but it indicated that it was close to me - it seemed creepy as
fuck that it said it was less than 600 meters away. When I replied to the
request, I received a photo and a message:

"Hi, I'm at the football field, do you have time for a bj?"

The photo was of a rather handsome guy. He was like a muscular version of
Adrien, as according to his age on the profile he was younger than me,
blond and androgynous.

I looked over to the arena where Jack was standing, who was doing
gymnastic lines and looked pretty focused. Then I looked at my cell phone
and answered what, for me, was the right thing to do.

***

It didn't take me long to find the football field, which was empty. The
unnamed profile texted me which way to go and I arrived in a few minutes.
He told me it was under the bleachers. My heart was pounding with
excitement as I searched for him among the posts and pipes under the
bleachers until I saw him. Fortunately he looked exactly like his
picture, I was afraid it was a fake profile or that he was a completely
different person. He was wearing his football uniform, including the
shoulders and pads. In his right hand he held his helmet and at his feet
rested a backpack.

"Hello" I said shyly.

"Hey, come here," he said, looking in all directions, "Wasn't anybody
around? Nobody followed you?"

"No, not that I know of."

"Get down on your knees."

I obeyed him. The thought of contradicting or refusing this beautiful,
athletic boy did not even cross my mind. He unbuttoned the covers of his
pants, revealing a white jockstrap that turned me on just looking at it.
He pulled out his dick, which was not as big as Adrien's and brought it
close to my face.

"Don't... you don't use a condom?"

"I never use a condom, especially not with fags like you."

"But..."

"Do you want it or not, bitch?"

"I do."

I stopped protesting and took his dick in my hands. I started to
stimulate it and he closed his eyes. I took it into my mouth. Adrien had
trained me well, for I knew which spots to touch, I knew how to move my
tongue, how to move my lips, how to keep my teeth away from the skin.

It smelled... it smelled like a mix between sweat and deodorant, but it
wasn't an unpleasant smell, not at all. It was very masculine. And while
I closed my eyes to concentrate on his dick, I liked to open them and
watch this manly player get a blowjob from me, from a fag like me. Surely
none of his buddies knew he did this, and so in him I saw a reflection of
myself. I didn't have to think too hard to know that he was probably in
denial, in that he thought that getting a blowjob from another guy didn't
make him gay.

I closed my eyes again, listening to his moans and when I opened them
again he was looking right into my eyes. He grabbed my hair and started
leading the pace of how I sucked him off, making it faster and more
violent, which turned me on more. Then he pulled me away from his dick,
which came out of my mouth, he hit my face with it several times and so,
while with one hand he held my head, with the other he began to jerk off
on my face until, with a moan, he came. I had to close my eyes and smiled
as I received his cum. He, still panting, collected it with his fingers
and took it into my mouth, forcing me to swallow it. When there was
nothing more, for the first time he smiled. He gave me a couple of gentle
slaps on the cheek as if I were a puppy that had done a trick and
buttoned his pants.

"Thank you, little one" was all he said before grabbing his backpack and
heading out from under the bleachers. I waited a few minutes for him to
walk away and walked out as well. I don't know at what point people had
started to arrive. Many of them were carrying pennants in the uniform
colors of the guy I had just blown. Then I understood that a game was
about to start. I saw several players on their way back to the gymnastics
arena, teammates of the stranger in the stands, wearing that same
uniform, but luckily it wasn't any of them.

In less than thirty minutes I had tasted a different cock than Adrien's
and I tasted a bunch of cum... with a stranger and without a condom. Was
this always this easy? OMG.

I entered the gymnast arena and sat down in the same spot before Jack had
even noticed I was gone and discreetly began massaging my nipples under
his jacket, giving them little pinches and tweaks until my legs tensed
and wet myself inside my cage. The liquid ran down my thighs, down my
legs and onto the floor between my legs.

And no one noticed a thing.