Chapter 4 Gym Class
Hi, I’m Alisha and this is the story about my life after becoming a futanari. I used to be a flat-chested Vietnamese-American girl with long silky black hair. Now I’ve got black flippy skater boy hair, a 10-inch penis and a vagina and my breasts have grown to A cups.
Still super hyped about what happened on Halloween with my major long-time crush, Ali, I was both nervous and excited about going back to school. Would Ali recognize me? My hair was still short and she had seen more of my face than I thought she would. How would she feel if she knew found out it was me, and I wasn’t just a guy? Would she still like me? I hadn’t had the courage to call her or even look at her directly at school, but while a hundred questions and doubts ran through my mind, P.E. was next period and we were in the same class. Eve told me not to worry, do nothing or confess straight-up, but I couldn’t follow her advice. Even still, things were about to change.
Starting with me, I always got to the locker room early to change before any of the other girls got there. Adam and Eve helped me figure out how to conceal my cock well, my first thought was jock straps, but that did little to hide the bulge, so next we tried compression shorts and other shapewear stuff, so far a nice pair of compression shorts-like boxers have worked best, so I wear them most of the time, especially for physical education, where us girls have to wear rather short shorts.
Today we were playing rugby, which was a little unusual, but that’s because we had a substitute teacher, Mr. J. He was kind of cool, in that he let us play a little more roughly than our normal P.E. teacher, Mr. Roberts, who only let us play flag football. I wasn’t very good at sports, but I liked playing them, and sometimes rougher is more fun, I mean I didn’t mind tackling or being tackled by boys or girls, but boys were pretty hesitant to tackle the girls either way.
Ali was chosen as one of the team captains and another athletic boy, Ricky, for the other team. I was surprised when he chose me before other girls for his team, I often got chosen pretty close to last. Anyway, we started playing rugby, most of us didn’t really know the rules, we just played like it was free for all, get the ball to your side, occasionally all the boys piling up on top of each other and whatnot. The teams were pretty evenly matched, and during one of these dog piles, the ball slipped out and I picked it up and began to run, but Ali was very competitive and sprinted in my direction, catching up quickly, I passed the ball to a teammate, but Ali had already leapt into me, taking me down, her own body landing on me. My crush was crushing me, though not quite how I had hoped. She looked at me with fierce eyes as I looked up at her with a much softer stare. Then she tilted her head and a confused expression came across her face as she squinted and scrunched up her nose cutely. I was nervous and starting to sweat a little, so I pushed her off gently. We heard my team shouting happily in the background.
Ali spoke up and said “Sorry, you just looked like someone I know. Good pass by the way, guess your team has you to thank for their victory. Is that a new haircut, I barely recognize you without your long hair?”
“Well, yeah.” I said shyly as I brushed myself off and pushed my hair to the side. “I thought it was time for a little change.”
“It looks good on you.” Ali commented, her mind still trying to figure something out. “So, did you come to my party on Friday?” she asked as we walked back inside.
“Um.., yeah, I went with my friends, Adam and Eve, it was really fun, thanks for inviting everyone.” I said as low key as I could. I tried to slow down, so she would go ahead of me into the locker rooms, but she turned around.
“Aren’t you coming to shower and get changed?” Ali inquired.
