One of the Boys [mt (ftm-trans)] [reluctance]

*Disclaimer: this story features a FTM-transgender main character interacting with people who ignore or otherwise disrespect that status, and it’s not a story meant to accurately depict what it’s like to be trans. I don’t condone this behavior in real life. If you don’t want to read about it, you’ve been warned.*

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“*You* want to be on the football team?” The principle asked incredulously.

 

“Yes!” I quickly and angrily responded.

 

“Ooo-kay, why are you talking to me about it?”

 

“Because the coaches won’t let me sign up for the team because I’m still marked as a girl in the school system, despite the past month of requesting it be changed.”

 

“Err, well, my office hasn’t received any requests for that. It’s also, highly irregular. To be frank, I’m not even sure how I would do that.” The old man said.

 

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” I said with a biting attitude.

 

“Young La-” The principle cleared his throat. “Young man, what makes you think you walk into my office and tell me what to do?”

 

“First off, it’s of no cost to you, so if you don’t do it than you’re just being an assho- Oh, excuse me, a jerk. And secondly, this is the largest high school in Alabama, and with little more than 10 seconds my 1000 twitter followers will hear all about-”

 

“Alright, alright, Jesus.” The principle said. “You young people have lost respect for your elders. But lucky for you, I’m too old to really care.” He said. “I’ll have my secretary change the records to reflect that you are in fact, a boy, before the end of the day. I can arrange for you to be able to change in the boy’s bathroom before and after practice.”

 

“Why would I want to do that?”

 

“I’m not sure it’s such a good idea to have you changing in the locker room around the *other* boys.”

 

“And why might that be?” I said, pulling out my phone while looking at him.

 

“Ugh. Fine. But you should remember what they say: boys will be boys. Now get out of my office, Hutchinson.”

 

Just a month ago during the summer, I came out as transgender to my parents. At first everything seemed to be going well, my friends and my parents were incredibly supportive, it was fun, exciting, and liberating. But once school started, it was clear that the majority of people in my high school didn’t care enough to even put up a facade of acknowledging me for who I was. I had cut my black hair short, I wore loose-fitting jeans, and a hoodie to hide my breasts. Unfortunately for me, they weren’t easy to hide, and it would be quite a while before my family could afford surgery.

 

Still though today was a victory. Somewhere deep down this is what I always wanted, I only have the one year left of high school to get the most out of it, and I was going to play football and win some games.

 

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The first practice was a lot of fun, other than the coaches constantly yelling. The shoulder-pads and helmet made me feel so bulky, and once we were actually out there, I felt like and was treated just like another boy on the team to my surprise. The conditioning at the end would’ve killed me had I not prepared myself before the season started. I just loved wearing the jersey that spelled out my last name in big black letters, “Hutchinson”.

 

Now I heading into the cool, air-conditioned locker room. It was full of guys chatting, most of whom I knew nothing about. I did as any introvert would; tried my best to blend in, make my way to my locker, not talking to anyone. I couldn’t help but look around though; they were all pretty hot, and it isn’t easy standing in a room full of hot guys just strutting their stuff all the sudden. It’s just my luck that I had to be bisexual and trans, as if the latter didn’t confuse these hicks enough.

 

“Good practice Parker!” I heard a loud smack and bit of laughter. This was one of those guy-things I didn’t understand, slapping each other on the ass and proclaiming “no-homo” after, and not long after showering together.

 

I could feel one of them stomping up behind me.

 

“Hey, good practice Hutchinson.” and he gave me hard smack on ass and kept walking on. Hey! They’re treating me just like one of them!

 

“Yeah, good practice Hutchinson!” Another gave me a hard smack. And a grope.

 

“Good work Hutchinson!” Another smack and a grope. Several boys came around to give my ass a smack and laugh on their way to the shower. I could only stand there and take it, and hope none of them felt how wet my dumb pussy was inside my boxers. I decided I would wait until after they had all left to shower.

 

The water was still hot at least. It came out in a sporadic burst, it’s pressure hard on the skin, coming from the two poles in the center of the room that the boys would gather around. I was in the middle of trying to calm myself down so to speak, when I heard the door on the far end of the locker room open and shut. Quietly a single locker opened and shut.

 

Into the shower strode him, the quarterback. Tall, handsome, blonde, and packing apparently. He stopped as he stepped into the shower room.

 

“Uh, I’m-” I started.

 

“Hutchinson!” He pointed. “The new guy.” He said with a smile. Brownie points for not even hesitating on the guy part, I guess. He strode further in, right to the same shower pole as me. Just a few feet from me, the quarterback that all the girls were after. Best grades in the school. I knew more names of girls he’d been with things about him period.

 

“Good hustle out there Hutch. You were really putting in effort, that’s more than I can say for most new guys.”

 

“Thanks.” I couldn’t bring myself to say much with him so close. I couldn’t help but steal glances at him while I could.

 

“It’s not polite to stare, Hutch.” He said, sighing.

 

“I wasn’t staring.” I said.

 

“Hutch, I’ve been practicing picking out guys 50 yards or more and throwing a ball right to them no matter what direction they’re running. I can see you staring. Besides, I don’t take offence or nothin’. Best I can figure you’re just hoping to have something like it one day, right?.” He laughed. I laughed too, he was right that I wanted it, just not the way he thinks.

 

“So, uh, how soon until you, you know, transition?” He asks.

 

“Long time, probably.” I said, sighing.

 

“Surgery can be pretty scary, you know.” He said. It was refreshing for someone to talk to me like this ever since I came out a month ago.

 

“Oh, I’ve had surgery before.” I said.

 

“Yeah? You break something?” He asked.

 

“No, I uh, I had my tubes tied.” I said.

 

“Ah. I see.” He said, as he spread soap over his chest and abs and rinsed. I stole more glances. “You like girls Hutch?” He looked at me with a smile.

 

“Yeah. Same as, you know, any other guy.” I laughed nervously.

 

“Well, I’ll tell you, soon as you transition you come to me, I can set you up with a few girls.”

 

“You’d do that for me?” I asked.

 

“Oh sure. Gotta seize the day, you know what I mean?” He smiled warmly at me.

 

“Tell you what, come here Hutch.” He reached over and put his arm around my back. He pulled me next to him. “You should get familiar with the equipment, right?” I bounced off his side and looked up at him, towering above me. He grabbed my hand, and pulled it over to his waist, made me wrap it around his cock. I took in a sudden deep breath.

 

“It’s okay right Hutch? Don’t worry. I’ll show you everything you need to know.” I looked down and paused, I couldn’t help myself and just started lightly grasping at different parts of it. I couldn’t even get my small hands around it’s shaft, and it was at least longer than both my hands stacked end to end. I felt up his balls, became enamored in it’s size and texture, torn between thinking about what I’d like to do with one and what I’d like it to do with me. Was it getting bigger?

 

“You know Hutch, funny thing about you getting your tubes tied,” He leaned towards me as I kept fondling him. “Best I can figure, it’d really only be necessary to do that if you expected to be putting that pussy to good use.” He said.

 

I froze. I had been so, so dumb, and now I could see that he had been working towards this the whole time. He was rock hard in my hands, with his arm wrapped around me and holding me tight.

 

“I’m not a girl you know, I don’t care what I look like to you.” I said, still holding his dick.

 

He reached his hand towards me and gently held my chin up, making me look him right in his blue eyes. I felt my spine shiver.

 

“That’s okay. I’m not exactly straight.” He said with a smile. This damn guy.

 

He leaned in for the kiss, my first kiss, and I felt a rush of warmth spread over my whole body. Some switch in me flipped, and before I knew it I was kissing him back, wrapping my arms around him as he reached down to grab my ass. My whole body was attracted into his like a magnet, our skin touching from chest to thighs, me craning my neck upwards to kiss him and him grabbing every part of me as the hot water poured over us.

 

He pulled my lips from his, turned me around, and pushed my up against the wall.

 

“Wait, I…” I stammered as I felt him lining up his cock behind me. “I haven’t… I’m not read-”

 

“I need to use you Hutch.” I felt it slide into me, the first cock I had ever taken. Using a part of me I didn’t like. It made me convulse and my body push against the rough texture of the wall.

 

“Take one for the team you little slut.” He said. It was so big it felt like it was tearing me apart, with just one thrust into me from behind he bottomed out inside me. He began to violently thrust inside, the wet slapping sound of his hips on my ass. I was moaning and squealing at every hard thrust, a mixture of pleasure and pain twisting up my insides. My stupid pussy was enjoying it too much to fight it.

 

He started bucking into me in short, deep thrusts, rubbing right against my g-spot. Through his grunting I could feel him working up to orgasm, he reached his hands around to my neck and squeezed hard as he rammed into me one last time and let loose all his cum. His grunting turned to moans, his hands squeezed like he was holding on for dear life.

 

His grip released, and he pulled his half-soft cock out of me. I could feel his cum dripping down my thighs, and I collapsed to the floor.

 

“Phew!” He said, putting his hands on his hips as he recovered his breath. “Thanks Hutch. You’re a real bro.” He washed himself up a bit, and just walked out, leaving me laying against the wall, leaking cum, used and abused.

 

I had partially disassociated. I didn’t quite understand what was going through my head, or how I felt. But I could feel myself smiling, and like a phantom limb, my hand reached down to my pussy and scooped up some of his cum and brought it to my mouth. I tasted it, and I swallowed it. Why was I smiling so damn hard?

 

 

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