Sarah Carerra 3 36 Chorus of Agony
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Basketball practice had been especially rough for De Leon High School's
varsity squad. The normally skilled, disciplined five man line-up had
been uncharacteristically sloppy this evening.
Mr. Reynolds was clearly not happy. He'd sent the rest of the boys to
the showers and home already and had had the five starters take a knee
in the center of the gymnasium. The boys waited nervously as their
coach paced back and forth.
Reynolds was fairly young to be head coach; only having turned thirty a
few short weeks before. The tall, good looking man had dark hair and
piercing, grey eyes. He kept a neatly trimmed mustache in an effort to
look a little older.
"Well...that was certainly a pathetic display ladies! What exactly were
we thinking about when you should have been thinking about
basketball?!?!" He glared at each of the seniors.
Dane Wick, a tan, blond, blue eyed boy who happened to be the captain
of the team as well as the smoothest talker piped up first. "I'll admit
we were a little distracted out there coach, but, this is only practice
after..."
Reynolds cut him off with a glare. ""Only" a practice! "Only" a
practice! What kind of attitude is that Wick!?!?!"
Terrence Cleo, a tall, shaven-headed young black man who was the
rebound leader of the squad added his two sense in an attempt to
diffuse the situation. "We take practice seriously coach! It's just
with the dance coming up we're having a hard time concentrating on the
game."
"There's a dance coming up?" Big, dim-witted Bobby Schwartz asked,
causing his team mates to stifle a bit of laughter.
Coach Reynolds got the subject back in line. "I don't care what else is
going on in your little worlds gentlemen. While you're on my time
you're to be thinking, feeling, and living only basketball!".
Kevin Potts, the pale, Red-headed troublemaker of the team finally
opened his smart mouth. "Way to lay it on thick coach; you want us to
sign an oath in blood or anything while were at it?" he giggled as he
looked at his team-mates.
Reynolds face flashed red with anger. "If it made it more unlikely that
I'd have to look at the kind of play I saw this evening, I just might
smart ass!!!"
The final member of the team, Latino Mickey Perez tried to settle
things down. "Yo Coach. We'll do better tomorrow. We were just a little
off today. You better believe we'll try much harder tomorrow so we
don't have to leave on a sour note like we're going to tonight!"
Reynolds narrowed his eyes and looked at his players. "You'd better
Perez. All of you'd better. Half-assing it like you did tonight is not
going to win you the game this Friday, and I gotta believe you won't
enjoy your little dance that much coming off of a loss."
The boys all looked at each other and nodded at the truth of Coach
Reynolds's words.
As the group finished up practice, none of them noticed a series of
six, strange, circular shadows moving along the floor of the gymnasium.
The shadows swirled around as they slowly traveled along the floor
toward the knot of young men.
The shadows were cast with no connection to the overhead lighting of
the room, and; most bizarrely of all, moved as a group with a seemingly
intelligent direction. With the Coach and his team consumed with their
discussion, none of them took note of the strange squadron of
independent shadows creeping every closer to them.
The shadowy circles flared out to ring the group of men. Each shadow
came to a stop behind each of the players and the coach. For a moment,
they all just sat there, waiting. As the coach was about to send his
starters to the showers, the shadows took action.
As a unit, each shadow sprang forward and came to a stop beneath the
coach and each player. "What the..." Dane managed to ask as he noticed
the odd circular shadow beneath him.
All the players stood up and looked down in surprise at the strange,
inky black circles that had suddenly appeared beneath them. Terrence
looked up to see if something was blocking the overhead lights, only to
see nothing out of the ordinary above them.
"Hey! My feet are stuck!" big Bobby shouted as he struggled to pull his
sneakers from the darkness beneath him. All of the men began to
struggle against some strange, alien pull as they tried to step away
from the circles of darkness beneath them.
"Coach! What is this!?!?" Mickey asked Reynolds with more than a little
panic in his voice.
"I don't...I don't know...don't panic boys. I'm sure there's nothing to
worry about. It's probably just some kind of glue or something left
over from when they put these new floorboards in last week!" Coach
Reynolds said in a slightly less than convincing manner.
"They're moving up!" Kevin yelped as he pointed towards the circles
that were now slowly rising up each of their legs. Each flat, black
circle began to rise ever so slowly as the men continued to try and
extricate themselves from the bizarre phenomenon.
The shadowy circles had gotten to just above the men's ankles when Dane
noticed that they were leaving changes in their wake. "What the fuck
are they doing to our shoes?!?!?"
Not really able to see beneath the shadowy disks beneath themselves,
the Coach and players looked at each others feet. Instead of the
familiar sneakers they had worn before, now each seemed to be standing
in a pair of extremely high, stiletto heels.
As he looked at the pair of shiny, patent leather pumps on the boys
feet, Coach Reynolds could feel his own toes being forced into the
pointed toes of what he could only assume were an identical pair of
fetishistic shoes. "Don't panic boys!" He screamed even more
unconvincingly than he had sounded before.
As the disks continued their ascents, the boys watched each others
lower limbs to try and get some idea as to what was happening to them.
"It...it's tingling! Like I'm being shocked or something!" Terrence
yelped.
"Oh my God! Bobby's feet are smaller!" Kevin shouted as he pointed to
Schwartz. Each of them looked in disbelief; it was true. Before their
very eyes Bobby Schwartz's now high heeled feet were shrinking to a
smaller, graceful size.
"This is crazy!!!" Kevin screamed. "I ain't no fag man!"
"It's getting worse...look!" Dane pointed down to their legs. As the
shadows traveled along them, each of their legs were being left clad in
the unmistakable black sheen of a pair of tights; tights with a thin
seam running straight up the back of each of their legs. Even more
strangely, (if that were possible!), the legs beneath those tights were
being left smooth, sexy, and feminine!
"Why can't we move!?!?!" Bobby screamed. "We have to get out of these
things!"
Coach Reynolds didn't even bother to try and calm the boys now. He was
just as desperately fighting to pull himself from the strange shadow
that had seized him as well.
Seconds later, the disks of darkness had traveled up the boys to the
point that they were just about to rise above their crotches. As the
young men struggled and cursed, they disks rose higher still and left
them further changed.
"Jesus!!! Our dicks!!! They're taking away our dicks!" Mickey shouted
in disbelief. Beneath the rising shadows each man now had the flared
hips, full ass, and smooth crotch of a woman; now clad in a pair of
tight, high cut blue panties.
"This can't be happening!!!" Dane shouted. As the disks rose higher
each one of them had their waists replaced with the narrow midriffs of
a woman. The players' jersey's and the Coach's shirt were being left
replaced with a tight, white, button up tuxedo shirt that's lower hem
stopped just over the blue fabric of their new panties.
The shadows continued their journey, leaving the six former males
altered in an identical manner. "Tits!!! Tits!!!" a terrified Bobby
shouted as he looked over at his friends. Each man now had a pair of
large breasts prominently mounted on their chests, a small cut-out in
their new shirts revealing the most amazing cleavage.
Like drowning men trying to keep out of a rising body of water, each of
them pushed their chins up and raised their arms above their heads. As
the circles traveled ever upward, they left the men wearing tight,
tailored, blue tuxedo jackets that were cut so that their lower hems
fell just above the small of their backs. The tight collars of the
white shirts were left clasped by blue bowties.
Some of the boys whimpered, some of them cursed, and one said a prayer
as the circles washed over their heads and rose above their raised
hands. As the shadows finished their journeys and crested above their
fingertips, the odd circles of darkness faded from sight; vanishing in
a wispy breeze.
As the six stood their in shock, they looked down at themselves and
each other in horror. The Coach and players heads remained the same,
unaltered save for the terrified expressions they were wearing. Their
heads were all that remained the same however; as each and every one of
them now had an identical, busty female body clad in a sexy tuxedo
beneath them!
Bobby tried to step forward and nearly tripped on his preposterously
tall heels. "I'm a girl!?!?" He screamed as he grabbed the huge breasts
now on his chest with the new slender female hands he now had.
"This is impossible!" Dane screamed as well as he reached down and
touched the smooth void of his crotch.
The six stood there in disbelief as they tried to grasp the enormity of
the change that had been wrought upon them. "We...we're all the same!
We're the same height! These bodies are the same!" Kevin screeched.
Coach Reynolds looked at his altered form and each of his formerly
young male players and realized Kevin was right. Their bodies below the
chin were now apparently identical in nearly every way.
"No, no, no, no, no, no..." Terrence muttered over and over while
looking at his now white hands; the young Black man had not only
changed sex but race as well.
Panic and fear overwhelming him, Kevin tried to run from the gym. With
absolutely no experience wearing heels, that wasn't very fast. The
terrified red-head tottered along as best he could, his new stilettos
clicking away with each awkward step.
Kevin's flight, and, all of their movements came to an end when a
strange, haunting melody began to play throughout the gym. "Wh-where's
that coming from?" Bobby whispered fearfully.
"I can't move! Why can't I move?!?" Dane asked helplessly. Each of them
were frozen in the position they had been in when the music had
started. Kevin, in mid-stride looked back at the others with now tear-
filled eyes.
Coach Reynolds twitched as he tried desperately to make his now frozen
body move. To his consternation he found himself completely unable to
move. He looked at his frightened, altered team and spat a curse. He'd
never felt so completely helpless in his entire life.
Suddenly, the six men's status as statues came to an end as their limbs
began to move once more; albeit at someone else's whim! With quick,
precise movements each one stood at attention and formed up side by
side. Kevin spun around and marched over to the others, seeming to have
absolutely no problem walking in his stilettos now.
"Why am I moving!?!?!?! I'm not doing this?!?!" Dane yelled as he and
the others formed up and linked arms. Some of them grimaced as others
teared up in frustration. Not only had the male bodies they had been
born with been replaced with stunningly sexy female ones, but they were
now completely unable to control them! Each of them had been reduced to
the status of passengers on their own bodies! Their heads were simply
along for the ride!
As the music began to speed up, each of the former men's new female
bodies began to dance in unison to the music. Arms linked, the six
began to perform lively dance steps in unison. As the music began to
peak, they all began to high kick in unison; their long, lovely, tight-
sheathed new legs scissoring back and forth before their horrified
eyes.
Terrence began to scream towards the open gymnasium door. "Somebody
help us!!! Somebody out there help us!!!" He screamed. As they
continued to dance, the five others, Coach Reynolds included began to
yell for help as well in a nearly hysterical manner.
The men's panicked cries came to an abrupt halt when their jaws
suddenly clenched shut. Their eyes wide with surprise, each of them
struggle to speak but found all of their efforts to do so stymied. They
mumbled and grunted behind closed lips; but were totally unable to
utter a word.
As the music came to a stop, the six separated and took up a single
file line position, Coach Reynolds at the front. After a brief moment
of silence, each of them began to march forward, their steps in time
with one another along a course of someone else's determining. With
precise, measured steps the line of sexy legs clicked away on their
high heels as they walked out of the gymnasium and into the hallway.
As they came to a exit, Coach Reynolds found himself breaking off and
holding the door open whilst at attention. Before his horrified eyes
his five altered and equally terrified players marched out single file
into the night. As the last one exited he let go of the door and took
up the last spot in their forced procession. "Where in the Hell are we
going?!?!?" he wondered helplessly.
Need I say it? To be continued...
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