You sit on the wooden bench in the locker room as you bend downwards to tie your shoelaces. Today was the big game. You have no idea how or why, but you somehow made it into the basketball team. And to think that the first game will be against your main rivals... Cougarsville High School. You had to prove your worth in front of your teammates, your coach... and your girlfriend.
"Sally..." A whisper escapes your lips as the locker room door suddenly bursts open, fellow members of the team pouring in. Several girls are following them inside, even though the cover at the entrance clearly says BOYS with an inverted triangle followed by a circle on top. These are the cheerleaders. You've heard rumors of them helping the boys before the game, but you can't believe that it is actually true!
"Sup, 'Even Steven'. How're ya doing?"
Even Steven...? What the heck does he mean? You're given no time to ponder, however, as someone you know enters the locker room with the rest of the girls.
"Sally...?" You say, looking at the girl of your dreams entering. Why is she here?!
"Oh, hey Steven!" She exclaims, running up to you as she pecks you a kiss on the cheek. "Ready for the big game?"
"Sally... what are you doing here?" You ignore her question as you retort it with your own.
"Why do you think I'm about to do?" She says, giggling. "What else would I be doing in the boys' locker room. I'm going to provide them some motivation, duh. You know... sucking their cocks off...?" She makes a pumping gesture with her fist towards her open mouth as you gasp.
"B-but... Sally... you're my girlfriend..." You rebut with a meek and quiet voice. She simply looks at you as if you're retarded.
"What are you talking about, Stevie? You're my girlfriend," A voice resounds from behind as an arm wraps around your shoulder. You spin around to see which bastard dared to touch you. Your jaw drops as you notice who it is.
"What's wrong, Stevie? Is it your... well, you know... that time of the month? You don't have to force yourself, you know," the guy in front of you says in a soothing voice, talking to you as if you have been in a relationship him for a long time. He embraces you as your jaw closes up.
The one embracing you right now is Ben, the captain of the basketball team. A gorgeous hunk, all of the girls in the school swoon to date him, though from what you've heard, he hasn't decided to engage into a relationship yet. Nicknamed 'Big Ben', you've heard rumors that he has been named that for more than just his height. You haven't had the opportunity to check though.
Despite his intimidating stature, he has a kind attitude, always caring for those that are close to him. The times that you have seen him with his little sister indicated that that is not far from the truth, as he would constantly cuddle her. Regardless...
"G-girlfriend...? T-time of the month...?" You can only sputter out those words, voice choking. What is he talking about?
"Hmm..." He ponders, as he suddenly yanks down your shorts. Your eyes widen as you look between your legs, noticing the absence of something important to you. Something that is precious to you. Your penis. Pink, puffy lips protrude from around your crotch. Blood is gushing from it, seemingly in gallons.
No... This can't be happening. This shouldn't be happening! Why do you have... that between your legs? You're not a girl... right? You shouldn't even have one of those!
"This looks bad," Ben says, as he examines your pussy, stretching the lips to observe the blood coming out. "Maybe you shouldn't play after all."
Opening your mouth, only one sound can escape your lips. The only rational sound. "AHHHHHHH--"
"--HHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
You instantly sit up on the bed, sweat pouring down your forehead, as the last breath of your voice escapes. You pant a couple of times. Thank god. It was just a dream. What the hell was that anyways? Why would dream about having Ben as your boyfriend? Your girlfriend is Sally, whom you dearly love. You're not gay or anything... right?
Sitting on your bed, you cannot help but get the feeling that something is amiss. Something feels wrong, as if though something important is missing to you. Looking around, you finally find the reason why you felt as if though something is wrong... you blanket is currently not being tented.
Now, you don't want to brag about it or anything, but you had quite a massive size for someone your age. You have already far outgrown your father, and have been touting an impressive 10 incher (when hard, of course). Yet the very same dick that would usually be standing upright after every night is nowhere to be seen. The dream couldn't have been right... right?
You breathe in deeply. You are probably being really paranoid because of the dream right now. You shake your head. How silly. There's no way that your penis could disappear into thin air. It probably is just soft right now, lying between your legs, even if you can't feel it. Youdrag the blanket over your feet.
Well, here goes nothing. You stretch the waistband of your pajamas...
...and freeze. No way, you think, this must be a dream. Pinching yourself in the forearm, you quickly confirm that your guess had been wrong. You were in reality. You look once more at the pink, pussy lips that protruded from between your crotch, though the blood was nowhere in sight.
You drop the waistband, close your eyes, draw in your breath, and use the time... to freak the fuck out. No way, no way, no way. This can't be happening! This shouldn't be happening! Why do you have something like this appearing in between your legs. You are a boy. Boys don't have pussies. They should have penises. Yet the cold, undeniable, hard facts were staring you right in the face. You were... a girl now.
I bet I look like a freak. You think, as you get out of bed. Heading towards the drawer, you think of your next course of action. What should you do? How do you get rid of this? Thinking back to the last day, you remember the garden gnome you broke.
That old crone! She is a witch! This must have been her doing. Well, most likely it was. At the very least, you can't think of any single reason other than that one for why you would suddenly wake up with different genitals.
Opening the drawer, you gasp as you gaze over the contents. What the heck is this?! Filled to the brim, you couldn't sight a single piece of underwear that you would normally see. The boxers and occasional briefs were all missing. Instead, they were replaced with... panties.
Panties. Lots of them. Of many different varieties. Thongs, lace, frills, cotton. Anything that you could imagine, you name it. You shiver in disgust. Is someone playing a prank on you?
Taking another look at your snatch, you quickly shake your head. Sure, someone can dump out your entire drawer and replace it with panties. But how would that explain your newfound pussy? Most likely, the reason why you had panties is the same reason why you are currently sporting the lips of a vagina. Gritting your teeth, you hastily grab a pink (there was no other color) cotton pair of panties and quickly wank them up your legs. Grunting, you're surprised how well they fit you. And... did your butt seem bigger as well?
Opening your wardrobe, you groan as you look inside. Your shirts and sweaters pretty much remain the same as they were before, but the lower garments have vastly changed. You could spot none of the shorts and jeans you used to wear as a guy. Instead, you spot tight cotton shorts, spandex, and... skirts...? You're not sure why you would be wearing skirts, but here they were.
Reaching out for the cotton shorts, your hand stops as your mind wavers. What if your family and friends didn't know about your new predicament? Cotton shorts might be more "you", but a skirt would conceal what package you have under it. Sure, they might think of you as weird for wearing one, but at least you wouldn't be thought of as a freak. Sighing, you grab the skirt you slowly put it on.
As you finish getting dressed, you head outside of your room. You spot Jake in the hallway. Now was the time to test out your theory.
"Uh... hey, Jake," you say, voice quivering.
"Sup, big bro," he replies, walking past you towards his and June's room, paying no particular attention to you. Big... bro? Did he think of you as a brother? And does he really not notice any change?
"Uh, Jake... notice any difference about me...?" You slowly ask, trying to confirm your theories.
He stops and turns around, gazing intensely at you. As if though something clicked in his head, his eyes start to widen, bulging. No way, did he notice?
"Cool! New skirt! Awesome, bro!" He replies, before turning around and heading back towards his room.
No way! He really didn't notice! So... apparently in this reality... you are a guy who is a freak and commonly wears panties and skirts? How... weird.
You sigh once more, before heading to the bathroom. There must be some way to get rid of this curse. You must find it. Your first thought is that you must go visit that old crone and see if she can help you. That would be a good starter.
Entering the bathroom, the first thing you see is a dick jutting out of a person from the bend of a corner. Was your dad here? He would usually sleep in, but you suppose he could have woken up early. His cock seems to be much larger than usual though...
...What the heck?! Why is she here? And more importantly... why is a large penis protruding from between her legs? No way...
Hearing the noise as you have fallen onto the ground, legs spread out - and showing your panties - the person turns her head to look at you and says...
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