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The soccer tournament (revised) ©2011 By Jennifer Morrell Please let me know what you think about my story, using the review functionality on the site. Keep in mind that English is not my first language. Reposting this story elsewhere on the internet is allowed as long as it free of charge and if I am acknowledged as the author. I posted this story earlier this month and I would like to thank Leah for her review of my story. I hope you like the alterations I made. The soccer tournament In the summer of 1999 I was a 13 year old guy called Joe. I wasn't quite tall, but you may consider me just as an average high school guy. Puberty hadn't kicked in yet for me, so I still had some soft features and my voice hasn't broken yet. I guess if it weren't for my clothes (with some suggestive help) people might even confuse me for my 12 year old sister. My favorite sport is soccer and I am proud to say that I am quite good at it. Because I am not that big I am able to make fast moves and therefore score a lot of goals. As I just mentioned puberty was late and I must confess that I hadn?t started exploring my own sexuality yet. Opposed to my friends who were already checking out the girls, I just feigned interest in girls like they did, but I didn?t understand all the fuss they made about girls. In my opinion girls were just weird giggling beings. You could say that I still was quite ignorant about sexuality. I had to go with the flow with the other guys, so when my friend Matt told me that this weekend a three day girls soccer tournament is played for our local high school and that he had the perfect peeping spot over there in the space between two of the dressing rooms, I had to volunteer and join him. We had the perfect spot to peek through a small hole with a perfect view on the showers. Just before today's matches would finish, we sneaked into our hiding place, just in time to see the girls arrive at the dressing room. "Shit," Matt complained, "these chicks are only about twelve years old. Why did they have to pick this dressing room. Now we will hardly spot any boobs." After a few minutes the first girls hit the shower and I guess we were in luck. None of them seemed to have hair on their twat and some of them had even sprouted some titties. As we had only one good spot to peak through and one spot that was less revealing, we had to reposition to keep it fair. "Check that one out in the corner," I faked enthusiasm. Trying to get a good look at the girl I was mentioning to him Matt was a bit clumsy and fell to the wall and made quite a noise. "Shit! We're busted. One of those chicks found the peeping hole and is screaming for the coach. Let's get out of here!" We bursted out of our hiding place and ran outside up the little hill. I was just a few meters behind Matt when the door of the girls dressing room opened and a woman with white hair came running outside. She saw us running away and knew we were the peeping toms. Just when I looked behind me I thought that I saw two bursts of lightning emanating from her finger pointed in our direction. I was hit twice by these lightning bolts and saw that Matt tripped over a stone, but quickly got up and disappeared behind the little hill. I was not sure if he was hit or not. The woman screamed for us to come back and everything seemed to go in slow motion for me from that moment on. Matt seemed not affected by this slow motion thing because he had disappeared just in time I guess. I found myself like a zombie turning around walking back to Coach Thelma. When I reached her she told me to wait in my hiding spot until I was called for. I complied, but didn't dare to peep through the hole again. I don't know how much time passed before she called me, but she took me to the adjacent dressing room which was vacant now. This was the moment she started speaking to me. "So, you and your little friend decided to play peeping toms, did you?" she asked rhetorically. "You wanted to see some pussy and titties?! You boys are all the same. This requires some punishment, and I know one that will perfectly suit your interests too. Tomorrow and the day after you will play in our team and afterwards you may look at all the titties and pussies in this dressing room as you like," she added. "But I am a guy. Even if I wanted to nobody would let me play in your all girls team," I countered. "But nobody will object if you participate as a girl," she countered me. "But I am a boy and I they discover a boy in drag in your team, you will certainly be disqualified," I stammered. "Well, you may not have started growing breasts yet, but you certainly are a 12 year old girl now," the woman said. At that last remark I ran to a mirror to look at my face and didn't notice any difference. I still looked the same, no harm done, I thought. But when I checked out the rest of my body and got the shock of my life to find that I had nothing between my legs anymore. It was all gone. Normal adolescent boys would have started to freak out right now, but I took it calmly. The woman said, "Let this be a lesson. For the course of the tournament you will have girl parts down there, so if anyone suspects you to be a boy playing in an all girls team you can simply prove they are wrong. If you dress like a girl only you, me and your running friend will know that you are a boy. The rest of the world sees you as a girl. If you perform at the tournament to my satisfaction, I will return your penis to you. Now undress yourself and get this school uniform on before you leave." "But this is a girls school uniform," I protested, "I cannot wear a skirt. People will make fun of me." "Nobody will make fun of you wearing a skirt. At your age it is hard to tell boys from girls. Wearing a girl's school uniform everybody will assume that you are a girl. Now hurry," the woman said. Muttering some protests I started to strip all my clothes. When I was stark naked and standing upright looking down, I noticed I couldn't see the pussy between my legs. What a weird realization: Girls can't see their sex if they are standing up! When I looked at my chest I saw that my nipples were just their normal size. I took the panties from the pile of clothes and looked at the flat front in it. I put them on and found it quick snugly sticking to my flat groin. I started to put on the nylons like they were socks when the woman stepped in and instructed me to do it differently because I would ruin them otherwise. I followed her instructions and put on a blouse next. Then reluctantly I put on the short skirt and put my feet in the semi high heels. Looking at my hair in the mirror I realized that my coup could be worn by both boys and girls my age. Then the woman told me "go home now, take your pile of boys clothes with you and tell your friend to come with you tomorrow. If he doesn't come he may regret it. By the way, you must call me Coach Thelma." Walking home I considered my predicament and found the opportunities unbelievable. For two days I would have to parade in a skirt and play my favorite game and in return I get the experience of a lifetime. Tonight I am going to explore my girl parts. On my way home I stopped at Matt's house. Matt's mother answered the door and looked a bit strange when she saw me wearing a school uniform. I came up with a story of being Joe's niece which explained my girl school uniform. His mother tended to believe me (or so she feigned) and she told me that Matt had locked himself into his room and wanted to see nobody. I insisted that I wanted to try and she allowed me to give it a shot. "Matt?! it's me. Let me in," I whispered through the door. "Joe?" Matt replied. "Yeah, please let me in, I have to talk to you," I whispered back. I heard his footsteps coming to the door and then his door was unlocked. After I stepped in he locked the door again behind me. "That was quite an ordeal this afternoon and I am quite shaken up about it," he said. "Why are you wearing this girl's outfit? Did you get caught and did that creepy woman force you to wear girl's clothes as a punishment? Are you okay?" , he asked. Before I could answer him, he said, "You were almost there like me. When you walked back with that strange look in your eyes it really scared the hell out of me. I wanted to stop you, but I was freaked out. Please tell me what happened?" he asked. I told him the whole story of the kind of hypnotic slow motion episode and about the fact that Coach Thelma forced me to wear a girl's uniform including a skirt. "Why did you comply wearing a skirt," he asked. "Because I want to have my boy parts back again and she promised me that after the tournament is over she would return my penis if I comply to her demands," I answered. "But the only thing that makes you look like a girl is the fact that you wear a skirt," Matt countered. "Not quite," I told him lifting the front of the skirt to expose my panty clad flat crotch. "You are a girl down there?" he asked in disbelief. "Yeah, but it is only for 2 more days," I said assuring. "Gives me the perfect opportunity to look and touch a pussy and as a bonus I get to shower with the girls tomorrow and the day after," I said happily. "Can I see your eh. uhm pussy," Matt asked hesitantly. Without hesitation I dropped my panties and showed him my hairless cleft. "The coach told me to tell you that you should show up tomorrow as well, because otherwise you may regret it," I told Matt, who was still looking at the void between my legs. After a few minutes I put my panties on again. "Tell me, why were you locking yourself inside your room," I asked. I could see Matt was having trouble to find the right words and after a minute or two he simply lifted his sweater. On his flat chest I noticed he had grown nipples as big as my 15 year old sister. They were not pointy yet, but the size and the areoles were definitely like a girl's. I told Matt "come with me to the soccer tournament tomorrow. I am sure that the day after tomorrow your chest will be normal again." But Matt told me "No way that I am going to run around in a skirt. I'll take my chances with this," as he pointed to his chest. When it was time to go home I asked Matt if it was okay if I could change my clothes in his room, not only today, but also tomorrow and the day after. I didn't want my parents nor sisters to know that they had another sister in their midst. Be it only for 2 days. Matt understood and agreed. I quickly put on my boy clothes and put the girl clothes in a bag. Then I sneaked out the house as I didn't want Matt's mother to see me leave the house as she would figure out that something is up and I don't want her to alarm my parents. When I arrived at home I hid the bag with girl clothes in my room, put a small sock in my panties and joined my family for dinner. To my relief nobody noticed anything off. That night I watched some television and I went to bed when my parents told me so. Before going to be I needed to pee. Usually I do that using the bathroom toilet, but because our bathroom doesn't have a lock I decided to pee at the downstairs toilet with the door locked. Being quite aware of my situation I put down the seat pretending to shit. It took me a while to figure out what muscles to use to release the urine, but after that it went okay. It must really sound strange that I wasn't freaked out by this, but I looked upon this with an education view and I was fully confident that all would be normal again in 2 days. I looked at my situation as an opportunity, rather than a threat. When I was done peeing I made a first timer's mistake: I pulled up my panties without wiping first... Back in my room I stood in front of a mirror and dropped my pajamas to get a better look at my crotch. I was amazed by the fact that the smooth slit between my legs seemed to run all the way to my ass. I slowly and carefully ran my finger along a kind of cushion, which girls seemed to call labia. One time I had overheard my big sister say something about a special sensitive spot between girls' legs and my exploration soon hit that spot. I bent over to take a closer look and found some kind of nub that felt electric when touched. After my short exploration I put my pajamas back on and went to sleep. The next day I got up, made sure none saw me naked and had breakfast. I told my mom that I was going to Matt for a soccer game. Dressed in my normal boy's clothes I arrived at Matt's. His mom was out shopping, so I was able to get dressed in the skirt I brought with me. Matt's situation hadn't changed, but I wasn't able to convince him to come with me to get his nipple thing undone. When I arrived at the dressing room of the soccer club I was welcomed by the girls of the team. Coach Thelma, introduced me as a new striker for the team. The girls asked me where I came from and all kinds of questions about myself. I had to make up some story and hoped the best for it not being caught in the lie. They all seemed to buy my fictive history. The team had a moderate day in yesterday's matches and was ranked in third place. Today I would have to make the difference and that proved easier than expected. Girls really don't know the first thing about soccer and you can't call them very competitive either. It is so much different from playing in an all boys tournament. Girls seem to giggle every blunder away and they are quite clumsy when it comes to contact with the ball. For me it was so easy to conquer the ball and score some goals, my team won it's 3 matches (2x20 minutes each) with the high scores of 7-1, 8-0 and 11-0. After today's matches we now ranked second, 2 points behind number one. The girls were ecstatic about the wonderful results of today and after showering we all left in a cheery mood. On my way home I found a spot behind some trees to change out of my girl clothes and put on my boy clothes again. At home nobody seemed to suspect anything. This evening I followed the same routine as yesterday to make sure I wasn't caught. Tonight I didn't do any exploring because I didn't understand the fuss people made about a girls' pee hole. I have had a girls' pee hole for two days now and I can't say it's a big deal. Sure, I can't pee standing up and all, but why guys are so interested in it I didn't quite grasp. Maybe it's my age... The next day I told my parents that I would go out and play with the guys. On my way to the soccer fields I found a spot where I was able to change my clothes and arrived in time for today's matches. My team mates had high expectations of today's matches and I wouldn't let them down. The final match would be against the team that ranked number one. A draw would be enough for them to win the tournament. We had to win to become first. These opponents were much better organized than our other opponents and the match didn't go as I had planned. It took only 10 minutes and we were 0-2 behind. In the second half I was able to make two quick goals tying the match and at the last minute of the match we were awarded with a penalty. My team mate would take the shot and hit the bar. I was the fastest for the rebound and became the match winner. I was now officially our team's hero, but of course I realized I could never share this glory with my own friends. After receiving our prize my team and me hit the showers and while the water was running down my body, my penis slowly grew back again. I was a boy once more! The strangest this however was that none of the girls seemed to notice it or all chose to ignore the fact that I was a boy. Anyway, no screaming and no intensive glancing in my direction. I later learned that this was part of the spell Coach Thelma had put on me. After the game I went to see Matt. I had left the girl clothes behind as I didn't need them anymore. At Matt's I proudly told him about the tournament we won and also that I now was a complete boy again. Matt seemed a bit depressed, but didn't tell me much. I could tell he didn't share my enthusiasm. I didn't stay long at his place and got home, ample in time for dinner. Before dinner I took a leak and I must say that it is great to be a boy and have a penis. It is so much easier to be able to pee standing up and not wet yourself in the process. On top of that the fact that you don't have to wipe afterwards. Yes, this experience taught me a lot and made me appreciate my maleness more. But still, I didn't understand the fuss older boys make about girls. They just pee differently, don't they?! 2 days later I was with Matt at the video arcade at the mall, when I was approached by a woman. It didn't take long for me to realize that it was Coach Thelma of the soccer team, but having auburn colored hair she looked totally different than before. "Hi Joe, how are you doing?" she asked me nicely. I thought I was in trouble again, so I started stammering that I didn't do anything wrong and I pleaded her not to punish me again. "Joe, don't be afraid. I am not mad at you for I am grateful that you made our team win the tournament last weekend. I was just hoping that you would be willing to help my team out once more. You may say no and I won't hold it against you and I won't punish you either, but if you say yes I can make it interesting for you," she told me. I stepped aside with her so that Matt couldn?t listen in if he wanted and I asked her what she meant by making it interesting for me and she showed me a coin and said, "this is a special coin. You can use it over and over again in any machine and it will be returned to you instantly. You could play an infinite number of video games at the arcade as you never run out of coins. The coin will only have its special powers of you use it. To others it is just an ordinary coin." My eyes grew wide as I thought of this incredible offer and it didn't take a long consideration before I asked "what do you want from me in return?" I saw Matt in the corner of my eye scratch his chest all the time, but I didn?t think much of it. "I never expected that our team would win the tournament last weekend, but because we did, we automatically were placed at another tournament. In this new tournament the winners of all 5 regional tournaments play one match against each other to determine which team becomes the champion of the country. And I realize that we need your striker capabilities to pull it off. So what I would like to ask you is to consider playing like a boy as a girl in our three weeks lasting tournament," the woman told me. I hesitated, but had my mind fixated on the special coin, so I asked what this meant for me if I agreed. The woman told me that I would have a vagina for 3 weeks straight and that my penis would be returned to me in the shower of the girls' dressing room after the seventh match just like it did after last Sunday's match. Whatever I did, I have to take that particular shower, she emphasized. "But I don't have girl's underwear and I obviously don't want my mother to find my girl's panties in the laundry basket," I told her. "Well, for these three weeks with a touch of magic your boy underwear will change into girl's panties when you put them on and will become boy's briefs when you take them off," she offered. "So what is it gonna be, boy?" she asked. I pondered a moment at the implications as we would be moving out of state in 5 weeks because of my father?s new job assignment. Turning back to normal in only three weeks would be safe enough to go for it, so I told Coach Thelma "I will take it, but I don't want to wear girls' clothes on the street." The coach was clearly happy with my answer and told me that the matches would be on the first three Wednesdays and the final on the last Saturday. With that she handed me the magical coin and that instant I felt by a twitch in my crotch that the change had happened again. I had a pee hole once again. That afternoon I played at the video arcade like never before and it didn't cost me a cent as my coin kept coming back as promised. At home I followed the same procedure in my attempt not to get found out as I didn't want my parents, nor my 2 sisters to find out that I had a pee hole just like them. As a-sexual as I still was, I didn't give my pee hole much attention, except for the hygiene part. The next day, the first match was played and we won convincingly and so went the second. One team protested as they suspected me to be a boy. At the dressing room I showed my pee hole to the referee and everybody was convinced that I was in fact a girl. On the evening, two days after the second match, my mother had taken my younger sister to ballet class and my father was working late. I was playing with my PS3 in my room when my older sister Lindsey came into my room and locked the door. Lindsey was my favorite big sister. She always cared for me and if I was in any kind of trouble, she always helped me solve it. Lindsey was probably the only person next to my Friend Matt that I completely trusted. "Hi, Joe. I have noticed that you are acting strange lately. Do you care to tell me what is going on?" she asked. Of course I didn't want to spill my guts all at once as I was not sure if she meant the same thing that I feared she was meaning, so I asked her what she meant. "Well, the last two weeks you always use the toilet downstairs, which you never did before. Yesterday I had to pee too and was waiting for you to finish. I noticed that the sounds that came from the toilet were not exactly boyish. It sounded more like the trickling sound girls make when they pee. And I hadn't known you had used the toilet before me, I would have sworn a girl used the toilet before me. The smell was definitely a girl's. So, please tell me what is going on," she pleaded. I knew she was on to me and as I trusted her I asked "If I tell you, do you promise not to tell anyone else, not even mom and dad?" "Of course I promise," Lindsey told me, "have I ever betrayed your trust?" After that assurance I told her the story of the first weekend and the punishment. Lindsey was struck in awe while listening to my story. I told her the whole story and in the end I asked her if she wanted to see my pee hole. As my story sounded too unbelievable to be true, Lindsey eagerly said yes to that offer. I dropped my pants and then my panties. When she saw my pee hole her eyes grew big. After this little display I put my clothes back on and Lindsey said, "Joe, I understand you didn't have a choice in the first situation, but I really cannot understand that you are willingly agreed to be a girl for three weeks for just a coin." "But, I am not a girl," I protested. "I am just a boy who temporarily has a pee hole. Girls dress different, walk, talk different and giggle. It is just another way of peeing. What is the big deal anyway? Why are older boys and girls always so fixated on what is between ones legs or not?" I asked. Lindsey took pity on me. I could see it in her eyes. "Joe, are you really so ignorant sexually? Having a penis is very important for boys as they can do more with it than peeing. The same applies for girls. Their pee hole, as you call it, is generally called a vagina and girls can do more with a vagina than just pee with it," Lindsey stated. "I know mom and dad never saw a point in sex education and I am not sure if I should be educating you," she added. I was puzzled and asked her what she meant. "Joe, you can only do things like other boys when you have a penis and if you do not have a penis, people consider you to be a girl. Do you know where babies come from," Lindsey asked. "Sure, out of their mom's tummy," I replied. "But do you know how a baby gets to grow inside its mummy's tummy and how it gets out?" Lindsey asked. I had to admit that it never came to my mind to think about this, so I denied. "When a boy and a girl find each other nice, the boy puts his penis into the girl's vagina and he shoots some fluid into her tummy and sometimes that grows out to become a baby," Lindsey told me a bit patronizing. "Ewe, gross! That is dirty!" I exclaimed. "Do girls really like that? Girls are weird," I stated. Lindsey tried to explain it is quite normal and far from gross and asked me then "have you ever jerked yourself off?" Another thing I sometimes heard about but I have never even given it any thought. Lindsey explained the concept of masturbation for boys and then shifted to the girl variant of fingering. Again you could really read a shocked look on my face. For two weeks now I have had a hole that they call a vagina and I never thought about the fact that there is more to it than just peeing. "Joe, by the look on your face I can tell you are out grossed by what I have told you. Do you trust me enough to let me prove the contrary?" Lindsey asked. As I trusted her with my life I told her yes and she instructed me to drop my pants and panties and to lie on the bed. I complied and then she told me to spread my legs. "Joe, you may never tell anyone what I am about to do. What I am gonna do is make you understand just a little what girls can do with their vagina. Close your eyes and keep them closed," she told me. I was on the bed with my legs spread and my eyes closed. I feel Lindsey's hands tenderly stroking the cushions of my vagina and as she keeps on doing this I feel that my whole body starts to tingle. Then she touches the little nub that was hidden between the cushions, that she called labia. The pace of the stroking went up and up and I felt at least one finger slide inside me. My whole body was becoming hot and I started squirming. I seemed to lose control over every muscle in my body. This felt great and I silently wished that she would continue what she was doing. My body shuddered like some explosions took place and I couldn't keep quiet and started moaning. Lindsey kept doing it until I asked her to stop as the nub between my legs became too sensitive. While I came to my senses again I noticed I was all wet between my legs, and the first thing I thought was that I had peed on my bed. Lindsey seemed to have read my mind and told me that girls get wet down there to lubricate their vagina to enable boys to enter a girl's inny. After this fantastic experience Lindsey ordered me to go to the bathroom and clean myself up. As nobody else was at home I needn't have to worry that anyone would find out what had just happened. When I came back to my room a distinct smell of sex was still present. Lindsey opened the window to get rid of the smell. With an awkward feeling Lindsey left me in my room. This whole experience made Lindsey and me become even closer than we already were, but she would never do this fantastic thing for me again. Since that moment I fingered myself every night, knowing soon the day would come that I would be a complete boy again and I would never be able to experience this again. But however hard I tried, it never felt as good as when Lindsey did it for me. The next day Lindsey told me she wanted to see me play at one of the soccer matches. When I asked her why, she told me that wanted to see me play soccer in a skirt as she never expected me to do something like that. So that is how Lindsey came to watch me at my third match and she was one of my loudest fans. At one moment I saw Lindsey talking with Coach Thelma and after the game I asked her what she had been talking about with the coach. Lindsey didn?t want to talk about it, but she insisted that I?d make certain that I show up for the fourth and last match. The third match was exciting, but we won 5-3. The days went by and the last game was coming up. The day before the last game Lindsey came to my room to talk to me. "Joe, tomorrow is a very important day. To make sure you don't miss the game I will be joining you. Make sure you hit the showers with your team mates afterwards, because you need to get your willy back. As a boy you really can't go without one," she said. "Sis, don't be so dramatic. Of course I will go, but if I were to miss it, it wouldn't such a big deal. You've taught me the pleasure of a pee hole, uhm sorry, vagina," I told her. "Joe, please promise me that you will get your penis back. Dad really has plans for you in the army and it would kill him to lose his only son. Besides having a vagina is not always that nice. Boys have it easier than girls, trust me!" she pleaded. "Alright sis, join me tomorrow if that makes you feel better," I assured her. On the day of the match I had to wait for Lindsey to get ready. We ran a bit late, but would probably just in time for the game. The soccer fields were only a 15 minute walk away. We were half way when we had to cross a street at a traffic light. We walked at green and were on the middle of the road when some guy in a car ran through a red light. Lindsey was one step behind me and the car tried to maneuver around us and ran over my left foot. It was a hit and run and It did take a moment for my body to register the pain. I fell on the street and Lindsey who was not hit dragged me to the walkway to prevent worse scenarios. I tried to stand on my feet, but couldn't and before I realized it I was shoved into an ambulance a witness obviously had called. Lindsey was in the ambulance with me, worried whether I had broken anything or not. At the hospital I was examined and it seemed I hadn't broken anything, but I wouldn't be running for a while either. Lindsey had given the hospital my name and address and they had contacted my mother. My foot got taped in tightly to prevent swelling and I was instructed not to walk on this foot for a couple of days. My mother came to pick us up and I was surprised she was so calm about it. I guess the people of the hospital must have told her it wasn't our fault and that I didn't break any bones. At home my mother and Lindsey helped me to my room and lay me on my bed. While my mother rushed downstairs to get something for me to eat and drink Lindsey stayed with me and whispered "brother, you are in so much trouble now. You missed your window for becoming a full boy again. We are hours past the soccer game, so you missed your 'healing' shower." I told her not to worry about me and that would see Coach Thelma when I could walk again. Lindsey insisted in going with me, but her worried look didn't vanish. 3 tens days past and by a miracle my parents and younger sister didn't find out about my groin situation. I probably have to thank Lindsey about that. That day our general practitioner came to see me. He removed the tape and was very satisfied at what he saw. I was told that I could carefully try to walk again. I tried to walk a bit and it went fine. I wasn't going to run or play soccer for a while, but I could normally walk again. That day I also heard that the hit and runner was caught by the police. The next day Lindsey and I went to see Coach Thelma. We found her where you could always find her: at the soccer fields. I expected her to be angry at me for not showing up for the final match, but as she saw me walk in with crutches her eyes showed rather compassion instead of anger. After saying our hellos Coach Thelma suggested to go somewhere private to talk. We ended up at the canteen. At this hour it was closed, so she unlocked the door, let us enter and locked the door after us. First out of curiosity I asked how the game ended last Sunday. The coach's eyes started to twinkle as she told us the match was a draw, but because of my great number of goals in the previous games, the team became first. Then Lindsey cut in and asked what should be done to get me my penis back. The coach's eyes saddened instantly as she told us that it wouldn't be possible. The consequences of this answer didn't really sink in with me, but Lindsey was upset and asked what would happen to me now. "Like any other normal girl Joe will develop and will become a complete woman. Unfortunately there is nothing I can do about this. Nature, or rather puberty, will take over now and no more magic is involved," Coach said. "But you changed him in the first place, how come you can't change him back?" Lindsey asked. "When I made Joe the offer, I wanted to make the change back independent of me. So I built in a clause that he just had to do the showering after the last match to get his willy back. If in the mean time something happened to me it wouldn't have affected him. Unfortunately, it backfired as I didn't anticipate him not showing up at the last match," coach told us. "It will break our father's heart when he gets to hear that has lost his only son and that he can forget his plans in the army for him," Lindsey exclaimed sobbingly. It was such a strange experience for I should be the one to be upset, but I was so na?ve as I really didn't grasp the consequences of my predicament. I just thought that I was continuing with my life as I knew it and only had to adjust my way of peeing. Hearing the last remark of Lindsey about our father made something snap in me. Finally Lindsey asked the coach if she could leave us alone for a while, so that she could talk to me privately. Coach agreed and told us to call for her if we needed her. The moment coach was out of the canteen Lindsey started talking into me. "Joe, don't you understand what this ordeal means for you? Coach said it, you are a girl now and will develop like one. It means you can't pretend being a boy anymore for long. Soon your nipples will start to bud and then you will grow breasts, just like I have. You have had a vagina for a few weeks now and you think you now know all there is to know about it. Let me tell you that you are wrong. I haven't told you about it before because I didn't want to scare you or get any negative associations when thinking about a vagina while you are a boy. But now you are a girl permanently and you should know that a vagina is like a wound that never heals." That was the moment it got a bit too much for me, so I cut her in asking what she was talking about. Me being a girl permanently, having a wound that never heals between my legs. My experience with having a vagina was quite pleasurable if I think the moment I played with it at night. Of course having to sit while peeing was a bit less comfortable than being able to do it standing, but that was fine. So I have to dress up more masculine to keep up appearances, big deal! Lindsey didn't really respond to my reaction and continued to drone on the downsides of being a girl "Soon you will start to menstruate, which means blood will flow out of your vagina and this will repeat itself every month from then on, unless you get pregnant. Your vagina has an internal cleaning system which means that you will regularly find some discharge in your panties, which might gross you out. You still think that you can keep on pretending to be a boy for eternity? Think again and look at me," Lindsey said and she stood up to stand in front of me. Her slender feminine legs leaded to her summer skirt on top of which she wore a nice blouse. "Soon hormones in your adolescent body will kick in and will change your boyish legs in more slender ones like mine. Look at my wide girl hips and narrow girl waist, that's something hormones will do to your body too. Look at my round buttocks. Boys will spot them miles away and don't forget about the boobs that will show up on your chest. And of course while your buddies get their deep masculine voices and start to grow hair on their faces, your skin is becoming softer and your voice will stay a few octaves to high to pass as a man. As a boy success is measured by your achievements, as girl your success is more determined by your looks. Achievements of girls are often less valued. I hope you can really take this when this is happening to you," Lindsey said sobbing. This was too much for me to take in. On one hand I wanted to comfort Lindsey, but that only seemed to make her more upset, so I did the only thing boys my age would do: run away. I went straight home and left Lindsey behind. An hour after me Lindsey came home. I dreaded the mood she'd be in, but to my surprise Lindsey was in a very cheery mood. While I was running home the coach came back and had some talk to Lindsey and the outcome really did it. Lindsey came straight to my room to talk to me. As nobody else was at home, we even didn't have to keep our voices down. "Joe, just before you left the coach had returned and overheard the last part of my speech about the downsides of being a girl. I wanted to leave and run after you when the coach stopped me to talk some more. First I was angry at her ruining your life by turning you into a girl and then I asked her how come she couldn't turn you back, while she obviously could turn boys into girls and girls into boys. The coach told me that first of all she wasn't able to turn girls into boys at will, turning boys into girls was easier. She said that to be able to turn a girl into a boy, she had to turn a boy into a girl first. Turning a boy into a girl was done by just taking their willy. This virtual willy could then be given to a girl turning her into a boy. The other way around wouldn't work as there was nothing to take from a girl. That was the giving and taking part. Returning back to normal was another thing as it has a clause. Unfortunately you missed your clause.," Lindsey told me. "But I don't want to be a girl or become a woman. I don't want to have tits and I don't want to have a pee hole anymore. And what about dad?" I stammered. "That's also a point I raised to the coach. I asked if she knew a way or a spell that would prevent a heart break for dad, losing his son by gaining a daughter. Indeed she had given that some thought and she told me something I am prepared to share with you, but you must promise never to repeat it to anyone." I promised as I wanted to know all about it. "The coach told me that she overheard me telling you how your life is ruined by becoming a girl. She said that I didn't seem to be too thrilled being a girl. She actually told me she was convinced that I resented having a girl's body and that I would rather be a boy myself and that would probably one of the reasons I lookout for you so much, like a big brother, but one who had the misfortune lacking a penis and growing breasts. I wanted to protest, but I saw in her eyes that lying about it wouldn't cut it. I reluctantly admitted that I thought that being a boy would be much easier and better. You remember me telling you that a vagina is like a wound that never heals? The coach will prove me wrong as the moment yours starts to bleed for the first time, mine will be sealed and healed," Lindsey exclaimed. "What are you talking about," inquired anxiously. "The coach made me an offer! She told me, while you will never be able to have a penis of your own again, your penis was still available to be given to a girl. She asked me if I were interested in becoming a boy!" Lindsey said excitedly. I was shocked. My big sister becoming a boy was an unthinkable idea, so I said, "you did tell her no way! I take it." But Lindsey said, "Are you kidding? This is a chance of a lifetime! Dad will be proud of me now, being the eldest son. I will never have to put up with sexist jokes and female inconveniences anymore. People will take me more seriously when I've got something to say. They will look me in the eye if I am telling them something, instead of staring at my chest, No more periods, no more bras. Of course I didn't refuse. I am sorry for your loss, but that was not my doing." I started crying at the thought that I was doomed to live my life as a girl, while my big sister was about to become a man instead of a woman. As Lindsey felt sorry for me we fell crying into each others arms. After calming down I asked Lindsey what was going to happen and when. She told me that, given my age, I would probably start my first period soon. At that moment Lindsey would have a penis and while puberty will transform me into a woman, she would transform into a man at the same rate. The quicker I would grow boobs, the faster hers will shrink to a point where she has a flat chest like a man. "When are we going to tell mom and dad?" I asked. "Let's wait until your period starts. That'd be soon enough," she said. So we agreed to try and hide my 'condition' for now. The 10 days we had left at our old house passed by fairly quickly. Soon we were on our way for a car trip of 1500 miles to the new location our father was stationed. Our father had been promoted to colonel in the army and had to move to his new base. My father had taken a military plane to his new base, while my mother drove my two sisters and me by car to our new home town. Going all five of us by plane and have the car transported would be too expensive, so we drove the car ourselves. Well, our mum did as we were too young to drive of course. It would take us two days to get there, so we had to make the best of it. I wanted to say good bye to Matt, but he wouldn't see me for no apparent reason. On our way we made several stops at gas stations as the girls needed to pee quite often, it seemed. I was a bit stubborn when it came to that and even though Lindsey tried to persuade me to go at the same time as the girls did as she thought my blather would be as small as theirs, I refused to go that often. And I had to regret that as at some point in the middle of nowhere I had to go. There was no place that I could hide and do my business privately without the risk of being spotted and I obviously wasn't able to do it standing up as my mother and little sister would expect. So at my wits end I stated that I had to make a big drop. Lindsey looked at me knowingly and gave me some toilet paper to go. With the toilet paper in my hand I walked into the field by the side of the road and undid my pants and panties. Hoping nobody would see me. I squatted, relaxed my pussy muscles and let the urine flow. I felt the urine trinkling out of my pussy. The wind gave me an odd sensation at my wet twat. I was almost finished when Lindsey unexpectedly stood behind me. She really startled me. "Oh, it's you," I said. "Joe, don't freak out on me but it is time," Lindsey said pointing at the bulge that was visible in her panties with a big grin on her face. "You'll need this," she said as she handed me a pad. "Put this in your panties before you put them on again. Your first monthly visitor has arrived. I guess this is the moment we include mom in our little secret," Lindsey added. My heart sank and I wanted to tell her that it would be better to wait. But that would be waiting for what. The inevitable outcome would still be that we can't keep this a secret and mom could probably help us in a way to coop with this. So I finally said, "I guess you are right, but are we going to tell her during this trip or are we going to wait until we arrive at our destination?" Lindsey gave my question some thought and then said that it would be better to tell it now. The car was parked at the side of the road right now, so telling mom now wouldn't lead to accidents on the road. I was amazed how grownup this sounded. Looking down, with blushes full of shame we walked back to the car. I wanted to start telling our story, but I couldn't find the words. Lindsey, who has always been so much better at talking took over and told the whole story with a trembling voice. We both blushed as the whole story was told and my mother didn't say a word while Lindsey was talking. No detail was left out and Lindsey ended the story by stating the fact that I was menstruating now and that she now had a penis. When Lindsey stopped talking our little sister Mary tried to say something but was told to shut up but the three of us simultaneously. Mary stepped out of the car and ran out into the field. In the car it was all quiet. Nobody said a word. You could hear a pin drop. The silence lasted for about two minutes that seemed like it lasted for hours. Then our mom finally said two words: "I know." Simultaneously Lindsey and I exclaimed "You knew about this? How?" "Simple, Thelma is a former class mate of mine. A few days ago she found out that Joe is my son, so she contacted me. I was furious at her at first, but she convinced me that Joe took an offer he should have refused. Your father and I have always thought you that decisions have consequences and that you will have to bear the consequences of the decisions you make. But I promise you that I will help you in any way I can to make you a happy girl. And as for Lindsey: I have always known you were not really comfortable being a girl. That is one of the reasons I have never tried to get you dressed too feminine. I have always let you decide what to wear and when. I never expected that you would get your heart's desire," mom told us. "Why didn't you say anything and what is going to happen now? And what about dad?" Lindsey and I fired all these questions in unison. Mom told us "don't worry about dad. He already knows and he still has a son to talk about. I didn't say anything as I wanted to wait for you to come clean as I knew you eventually would have to and I wanted you two to be ready. And for what is going to happen now is not that complicated. Joe will be enlisted at his new school as girl. Nobody knows Joe over there, so a girl school uniform would do the trick for now. At the hormones raging through your body during adolescence will do the rest. I won't be long before we are going to buy you a training bra, Joe. Lindsey will be enlisted as a boy with a certain health condition arranging that you won't have to participate in physical exercise at school or any other sports. At first you will have to bind you boobs and get a haircut to look more masculine, but nobody will doubt your maleness if you occasionally use the urinals at school." Mom seemed to have an answer for everything, it seemed. By the time we were finished our initial discussion Mary returned to the car. This time we let her ask her questions as she had to coop with this new situation as well. Mary really surprised us in how she handled all this. The rest of our trip we talked a lot about this whole situation. After the holidays were over I went to school and I presented myself as Joe, short for Jo-Anne. Wearing the mandatory skirt of the school uniform and showing my upcoming femininity at the girls' showers after the P.E. class made it quite unnecessary to convince people that I was a girl. Seeing is believing. Years have passed. I turned out quite a pretty girl and many boys were hitting on me, but my mind was grossed out by the thought of dating boys. At the prom I did have a date though, but it was only for the dance. I didn't have sex with the guy. At school I haven't been a very popular girl amongst the girls. I found out that girls seem quite social from the outside, but within a circle of girls they couldn't be harder. With my male brain I found it hard to understand that girls always have a hidden agenda and they always envy each other for something. Clothes, legs, hair, boobs, accessories, you name it, it can always be subject of envy. They are masters of the fa?ade. Being nice to someone and talk behind their backs when they are out of sight. One thing was great though. I still loved P.E. and soccer and because of the skills I already had and the fact that girls are not at all competitive at these kinds of sports I always had the best grades in P.E. without a drop of sweat. I laughed at the criteria set for boys and girls at the cooper test. I saw boys sweating a lot and run much more than me to get just an average mark. I just hopped with the other girls talking socially and even got much better marks than the boys I just mentioned. And that just because I now belonged to the fairer sex! In this case girls are smarter I learned. Boys are competitive at sports and therefore set standards for other boys. Girls are not competitive and therefore set a low standard that is easy for all to achieve. Although people see me as a regular girl and I am now inseparable with my sister Mary, I am still not comfortable having a female body. All those things Lindsey told me just after the accident about having a female body felt true to me. But I am a great pretender, so people won't know this side of me. One thing is for sure, after the change became permanent I lost my ignorance about sexuality fairly quickly as people seemed to think that being a girl is all about sexuality. The way you dress, walk and talk. The past few years were quite hard at the beginning for Lindsey, but as the developments in my body increased pace, things got easier for him as well as he turned out more masculine. Lindsey turned out to be quite handsome and now he is happier than he could ever have imagined he would be. The evening after my 18th birthday Lindsey snuck into my room. He seemed to have a secret he wanted to share with me, he told me. He said, "Joe, I know you are uncomfortable with your female body and there is nothing you can do about having this body. But the day we went to see the coach I made another request after you left. I asked if it was possible to make you feel comfortable with your body and become a happy woman and maybe even start a family some day. That was possible and I can now share with you how to achieve that." The thought of starting a family as a woman wasn't really appealing to me, but to lose the uncomfortable feeling was, so after a few minutes of thinking I asked how I could achieve this. Lindsey then told me, "I have waited to tell you this until you are 18, but the first time you let a guy cum inside you the spell will fall in place and being a woman will feel natural to you." "That will never happen!" I said. "The thought of having a guy stick the thing he pees with into me is so disgusting, I think I can never do that. I will probably never be able to let a guy get so close to me. Only thinking of the sight of that would freak me out," I cried. "Haven't you learned yet that a woman can have a passive role, where having sex is concerned? You just have to spread your legs wide and the guy will do the rest," Lindsey countered. "But the thought of seeing a guy mounting over me and then thrusting his thing inside of me...," I sighed. "But you can close your eyes or you can do it doggy style, so you won't see. Guys don't mind how a pussy is offered to them, they fuck it anyway," Lindsey offered again. "Doggy style?" I asked. "Yeah, you get on all fours and the guy slides into your pussy from behind," Lindsey told me. I let that sink in a moment and then finally said, "I won't think of making out with a guy or even kissing a guy and you are telling me I will have to do just that to get rid of that feeling?" "The fucking part, yes. Kisses are not necessary to reach your goal," Lindsey again. I decided that I wasn't ready for this and I doubted that I ever would be. A month later or so, I flew back to the place I lived the first 13 years of my life to see some relatives and old friends. One of the friends I wanted to see was Matt. After ringing the door bell, the door was opened by Matt's mother. I was wearing a skirt and told her I was Joe, Matt's old friend, but she didn't recognize me at all. It took me quite some explaining, but to my surprise she believed every word I told her. After my story, she complimented me how I have turned out and asked me how I cooped. Then she let me in and called Matt to come downstairs, but he refused to come down. His mother told me that he isn't seeing any people because of what happened to him 5 years ago. I asked if I could go upstairs myself and his mother told me that was fine. I must have been talking to a locked door for at least an hour before Matt unlocked the door for me. When I stepped into his room I gasped at the site of him, but didn't show that. Even though he was wearing a baggy sweater, you could still clearly see that Matt had female breasts. Seeing me wearing a skirt and showing some cleavage myself, Matt pulled off his sweater and showed me his DD-cup boobs. I must admit I was a bit jealous as his boobs were bigger than mine. He explained to me that since that day 5 years ago his started to grow boobs. When they were about a C-cup and hiding them was pointless, He saw coach Thelma, but she told him that it couldn't be fixed as he had missed his window. In the past years Matt had his boobs surgically removed twice, but they kept growing back. Matt was depressed and wanted to kill himself as he saw himself as a freak and no woman in her right mind would want him. That's when I remembered what Lindsey had told me about having to fuck a guy to become happy as a woman. Seeing my friend feeling so miserable I decided to tell him what Lindsey had told me. I also told Matt that it was really a dilemma for me, but to show him that he could get a girl I offered him that he could do me doggy style, so that I didn't have to look. It was a bit of a surprise for me to see the eyes of my friend become bright again and he jumped at the opportunity. It would be the first time for both of us, so I did expect some clumsiness from both of us, although there was little to be clumsy about for me as I was the passive party in this. We both stripped all of our clothes and believe it or not the sight of female breasts on Matt?s chest made me wet down there, which was a great help for our goal. When I was ready I bent over the table with my legs spread. I moistened my pussy some more, while he was busy getting himself hard. Then he gently pushed his dick between my labia and moved in and out with care. It didn't feel as bad as I had feared. At a certain point he increased his pace and then he climaxed inside of me. He slid out of my pussy and went to the bathroom to clean himself up. When the first cum exploded into me I felt something snap inside me. While Matt had climaxed long before I was even near something you could call a climax, I felt a feeling that I haven't had in a long time: I felt contentment. For the first time in my life I felt happy and content about being a woman. In fact I felt it hard to imagine not being a woman, while I still remember having been a boy in the past. I even allowed myself to say that I enjoyed being fucked as a woman and was looking forward to do it some more some time. All these positive feelings were overwhelming me and I had to cry for being so happy. Since that moment Matt got more and self esteem and didn't mind having a female rack anymore. He had a girlfriend now, me, and I loved his breasts. Probably part of the boy I once was. Matt cooped with his breasts and learned the joys and pleasure they could give him. Epilogue Since the day Matt and I had our first sex as boy and girl we have been inseparable. I moved in with him and his mom and we have lived there for a couple of years as boyfriend and girlfriend. Lindsey had become my dad's pride as he joined the army and soon proved to be a rising star. He had already become a captain and nothing ever suggested that he was born a girl so many years ago. Lindsey got quite popular with the women as he seemed to understand their needs. Today was a very special day. First of all it's my 24th birthday and today Matt proposed to marry me. It is also the day that I found out that was pregnant of our first child. I have never been so happy.