Chester was a few steps out of the chess club before he realised a problem; football practice was earlier than chess practice. He was already late! And might miss his chance to spy!
He began to walk quickly, as he was used to doing when in a rush, but then immediately tripped. His balance in this new body was different - not only that, but his longer legs moved him far faster than he was used to.
Chelsea was ready to eat dirt; but Chester's instincts were better. His leg flashed out under him, catching his weight and righting himself; anyone watching would have barely noticed him stumble. Chester's face broke out into a smile, and without really thinking about it, his body broke into a run.
What a rush! His new legs pumping under him, the school's corridors blurred and zoomed past as if he was playing a flight simulator game. He was moving so fast, it was nearly scary! But, somehow, it wasn't: every time something unexpected rose into his path, he just moved out of the way, dodging around or even over it.
He couldn't resist letting out a hoot of triumph, even if he felt silly immediately afterwards. Being this fit felt great! For the first time,Chester felt like maybe he could understand why those meat-head jocks spent all their time training, if this was what it felt like!
Uh, but it's still wrong-headed, of course. Working out my mind is much more... fulfilling...
His spirits were a little deflated, however, when he arrived at the fields to see training in full swing. and the coach glaring at him. "Nice of you to join us, Chester," he said, "Hope you're not too tired from the jog here to play?"
"No," Chester replied, surprising himself, "I'm barely sweating!"
"Well, that's great!" The coach cheered, voice dripping with sarcasm, "Then you can run laps until the rest of your team is done, then hit the showers. Afterwards, you and I can have a little chat about dedication and commitments."
The run to the football field had been euphoric. But training seemed to drag on forever, and by the time it was finally over, Chester was feeling the all-too familiar PE feelings: exhaustion, pain and humiliatiin. He was most of the way through showering before he even realised he was in the boys' locker room.
Chester's head whipped up to look around; and yet, somehow, even though he could acknowledge that the hard abs and naked bodies around him were hot, they were also somehow... disappointing. There was nothimg really exciting about them. They were just... there.
"Late to training again, dude," one of the boys, Peter, said while clapping him on the back "The coach is really going to give you an ear-full about this. I hope those chess club girlfriends of ypurs are worth it." The others laughed in agreement as Chester ground his teeth.
They don't even respect me! Maybe this experiment was a bad idea.
Being chewed out by the coach about "conflicting priorities" and "giving 110%" did not help lift his spirits. As Chester headed out to go home, he was feeling distinctly dejected.
Shortly afterwards, he was feeling boobs pressing into his back. Someone put their hands over his eyes, and a bubbly voice called "Guess who?"
Chester was stumped; he'd never heard that voice before. But, weirdly, something about the feeling her being this close was... nice. "Uh, who?"
The hands were lifted, and as Chester turned he saw one of the cheerleaders, still in uniform, who punched him playfully in the arm. "It's Gwen, silly. Your girlfriend."
Chester's eyebrows shot up "My girlfriend? Uh, I mean, yeah. Of course. Duh. Hi, er, honey."
Gwen rolled her eyes and linked her elbow through Chester's arm, pushing her body into it. "You are such a goober. Last time I try and be cute with you. But tonight this goober is going to help me with my English essay, right?"
Her body was soft and warm against Chester, and he felt a sudden heat and discomfort in his crotch. His new penis was hardening, all on its own. It was a fascinating feeling - but also mortifying, especially while in public.
I was a straight woman, Chester realised with a start, and the dictaphone's made me into a straight man! I'm attracted to women, now!
"Um!" Was what he said, panicked, "Ah, I am pretty tired..."
Beside him Gwen frowned and pouted - and this face seemed so much less annoying than when Chelsea had seen other girls use it - "But you promised! It's due in a week! And besides..."
Gwen leaned in even closer, until her mouth was an inch away from Chester's ear, "I can make it up to you..." she whispered.
An involuntary shudder shot down Chester's back, and he felt that tightness in his underwear get immediately worse. "Um, yeah. Sure. Of course." He found himself saying, his voice breaking over the words.
Gwen giggled and released him, "Great! You're driving."
Just another part of the experiment, Chester thought, his eyes glued to Gwen's butt as she walked off ahead of him, it's all just for science. Of course.
Wed Aug 07 00:00:00 2019