"How about you do something to me?" Rodger suggested after a while of you not thinking of anything.
"Hmm, maybe." You say. "I've got it"
"What?" Rodger asks.
"Wait" you say as you begin to concentrate.
With a faint pop Rodger is gone. You chuckle to yourself as you WAIT for the current match to end. When it does and the next match begins the Announcer calls out Rodger as one of the players, and sure enough he or rather she comes out. Looking like a bad drag queen he looked the same except for the long hair in a bun and the breasts on her chest, even her legs where still hairy sticking out of the tennis skirt. You couldn't see it but you knew underneath her skirt was a feminine crotch.
You chuckled to yourself as the match started, Rodgers bodies on autopilot. You made sure she could play the game at a comparable level to the other girls.
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