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"What kind of privileges do you have that you can wear sweatpants during class?" Alex, one of my closest friends, asked me before the last class started. Around us, we could hear the murmur of our classmates' conversations, all in small groups, impatient to leave.
"You know, when you're the captain of several teams and clubs, the teachers give you special considerations," I replied, trying to sound more confident than I was. I hadn't asked permission to change my pants, but I didn't care. I wasn't going to sit in my cum all day, the smell would have given me away immediately. No teacher had said anything to me so far, and there was only one more class left.
Alex sat on my desk and started checking his phone carefreely before asking:
"Are you going to swim practice after school?"
"Didn't we have soccer practice today?" I asked back.
"No, today is swimming, soccer is on Thursday. They moved some dates around."
"I didn't know. But yeah, luckily I have my swimsuit in my locker with everything else. Are you going too?"
"Yeah, but I'm really tired," he put his phone in his pocket before continuing. "Hey, what did you do to Amy, by the way? She's super pissed," he said mockingly. "She's telling everyone to go to hell and says it was something you did to her."
"Me?" I asked, intrigued. "Ah, maybe it's because I started talking to Adrien during recess and didn't pay much attention to her... but that's it... I don't know."
"That's all? No wonder, I'd be mad too if you paid attention to a little shit from a lower grade instead of me, let alone Amy who is more sensitive about these things. And besides, why were you talking to that kid anyway? You're supposed to scare them and intimidate them more than talk to them," Alex asked me with a real tone of doubt in his voice and maybe even annoyance.
"I like him," I said, involuntarily looking away while the images of what happened that same afternoon in the library flashed through my head. "He's a good kid, he also helped me study and do some homework."
"I don't know... I don't like know-it-alls nerds, especially if they're not in our grade. Also he looks like a girl and he is such a loser. He don't do sports, he is not in any club, he is a nobody.
"Adrien doesn't look like a girl, does he?" I asked, ignoring the rest of his words. I couldn't allow myself to get angry and argue about those topics, at least not at that time and not with one of my friends and teammates.
"Of course he does. The first time I saw him, I even thought he was cutie ugh. I thought he was a girl in a boy's uniform until I looked closely. That's why I can't stand him either, he made me feel... strange," he laughed and shivered, getting down from my desk. "But yeah, Amy is mad, you should talk to her at some point. I think she doesn't like your new best friend either."
"Eh, he's only helping me study. I can't go through life being rude to everyone who's not like us."
"Wanna see?" Alex said with a malicious smile and narrowed eyes, and, at that moment, the history teacher walked in. He arranged all the students in their seats and began teaching the class on the Russian Revolution without interruption.
The class lasted fifty minutes, which fortunately didn't feel as long as they sound. When the bell rang to mark the end of the day, I waited for most of my classmates to leave before getting up and walking out the door. I wasn't sure if I had gotten rid of the smell of cum, and I also didn't want to raise any suspicions about why I was wearing sweatpants instead of my school uniform.
The pool where the swim team practiced was in a slightly more secluded building, but within the school grounds. It had bleachers, an Olympic-sized pool, diving platforms, showers, and changing rooms. I put on my headphones and headed that way, unconcerned, as most of the students were headed to the exit or to clubs that were in the opposite direction from me.
I then arrived at my locker. I took my swimsuit and goggles and began to change. By regulation, we had to wear a speedo-style swimsuit, which was quite small. I wore a white one with red stripes on the sides, but we could choose any color we wanted. I undressed, carelessly throwing my clothes in a ball into the locker and changed in less than five minutes. Just as I was finishing, the rest of my friends and classmates arrived, talking and throwing themselves against the walls.
They greeted me and we started talking while they got ready. Everything was like any other day, there was nothing different from an ordinary training session, and yet I felt different, very out of place. Without realizing it, my eyes strayed downwards, towards the legs and abdomen of my teammates. I would force myself to look away or chat with them to look at their eyes, but no matter how hard I tried, I would unconsciously glance sideways at their skin, their shapely legs, their abs... Little by little, those glances gave me an erection that I had a hard time concealing in the tiny swimsuit. By then I had my mind nowhere, neither on the conversations I intended to carry out nor on their bodies.
A whistle blew then. We went to the pool and began to do some rudimentary stretching. One of my buddies got on all fours, leaning on his hands, knees and feet on the floor. His back was turned down like a cat's as his neck and head were raised. The curve that ran down his entire spine ended in two points just above the red colored speedo, under which tan lines were visible that made me salivate. I shook my head to get those thoughts and sensations away from me, but my brain forced me to look again. The muscles in his legs slid under his skin with every movement he made and the muscles in his abdomen contracted every time he spoke or laughed. What made my chest spasm, however, was the sight of his dick under his speedo. It was a perfect, a half circle that caressed his entire manhood. I started salivating again just imagining how it would be like to touch that, to slide my hand over that fabric while he stayed like that, on all fours. I imagined caressing his ass and sliding my fingers further down, as if I were milking him so he could give me his milk and then...
"Everyone get in the water, let's start with a few strokes," said the coach and blew his whistle once more.
He got up and entered the water, where his swimsuit got wet. I never wished that I could see underwater as much as in that moment. I had swum for as long as I could remember, but until that moment I hadn't realized how revealing those swimsuits were on people other than me... or maybe I hadn't cared until that moment.
The only good thing about finally getting in the water was that at least that way my erection and the pre cum I was producing would be less noticeable. After several minutes of stroking and training, away from the sights of a few moments ago, my mind cleared and I was able to concentrate on training, however, I took every chance I had available to watch, with the help of the goggles, my partners underwater. I couldn't help but imagine how their dicks would feel inside me, one or two at a time, how they would moan and how big they would be. For a second, I envied their girlfriends who could satisfy them as many times as they wanted whenever they wanted.
The training ended an hour and a half later. We got out of the water and they headed to the shower. I broke away from the group, in the direction of the lockers.
"Aren't you coming with us?" one of them asked me.
"I want to check my cell phone first, I'm waiting for a message from Amy, she's been mad at me since this morning."
"Oh, good luck with that, that girl scares me when she's happy. I can't imagine how she would be when she's angry. See you then, boss."
Lying was coming to me very well, I didn't like that, but I would worry about those things later, at that moment I didn't have time to feel guilty, because I had to carry out an idea that occurred to me as soon as I got out of the water.
I walked to the lockers and made sure there was no one inside. The locks on these weren't the safest or most advanced, with a little force they could be unlocked, any of them. Then I went to the first one I saw and opened it. It was from one of my friends, Luca, whom I was watching stretch before training. I opened his backpack and took out his underwear: some gray briefs that looked too small. I was about to close the backpack when I saw that there was another pair of those speedos he was wearing. I looked around and took it too. I left everything as it was and closed the locker. I kept my loot in mine and went to the showers. There I waited for a while for my teammates to finish and I entered just as they were leaving.
"Didn't you wait for me?" I asked with mock indignation.
"We didn't know you wanted us to wait," Luca replied fairly.
"Aw, Dany is afraid the evil clown will come out of the drain to kill him," another teammate interjected.
"Well, not a clown, but we always shower together and talk. But that's okay, I'll take it myself. See you tomorrow, right?"
"I don't know if tomorrow, I think there will be some changes to the training schedule, so maybe it will be until next week."
"Well, see you at the next training, whenever that is," I said and said goodbye to my teammates.
I took a cold shower to clear my mind of everything that was happening because at that moment I felt drunk, excited, excited, happy. I had never felt that combination of emotions in my life, no girl had ever brought me to that level of ecstasy and I had been with several. I don't know what I had or what Adrien had done to me, but he had changed me profoundly and, for the moment, I was grateful for it.
I finished showering and went back out to the locker room. No one was there, my friends had already left, which I was grateful for. I took a seat then, slowly took out my backpack and from it I took Luca's clothes. My erection was throbbing hard under the towel. Without knowing why, I had had the urge to smell it and I did. I brought the cloth to my nose and inhaled the manly scent of one of my friends, one of my teammates of whom I was captain. Knowing that that cloth was brushing against his dick turned me on even more. I wished it wasn't just the cloth, but that it was him. I wished I could lick it and smell it. Images crossed my mind of the stretch, his skin so tight against the muscle, his curves, his tan line, his large, circular bulge. Hell, I needed to taste him, his cum, to get down on my knees in front of him and suck him deep.
I licked a bit of the fabric and it tasted salty, like sweat, cum... it exuded masculinity. Would my underwear smell the same? I wasn't sure, but I didn't care, I was in heaven and so, for the second time that day, I came all over myself without even touching myself, just smelling Luca's swimsuit and trunks. My cum fell all over my skin and my towel. My heart was pounding and in my mind everything became a blur for a few moments. I lay down on the bench, still with his clothes over my nose, and rested for a couple of minutes until I could regain my composure.
I stood up and felt my semen slide down my chest to my abdomen and waist. I thought it would be delicious to taste it and not waste a drop. I started to think that maybe I could take my water bottle and collect all the cum I had on my skin and drink it on the way home, but I dismissed the idea a couple of seconds later. Not because I didn't think it was fantastic, but because for one day it had been enough. I then wiped myself with the towel and put my things away, including Luca's clothes that I would figure out how to return them to him later. I changed and headed home.
I returned home and greeted my parents, changed, and we had dinner together. They asked me how I was doing in sports and school, and smiled with satisfaction that I was doing well in both areas. Then they asked if there was a new special girl in my life, as they had noticed a change in me for a few days now. I choked on my water, I was trying to come up with something to say when I got a message from Adrien.
"I have to answer, it's for a school project, excuse me," I said.
I left the table and went to my room. His message was a simple "How are you?" that I quickly replied to, lying down on the bed.
"I'm fine, and you? I really enjoyed... studying with you today, you know? I think we could study more often, haha."
"I enjoyed it too. I had never studied in the library before, but I think it's a perfect place to do it."
"Anywhere is fine with me. As long as you're the one teaching me."
"I can teach you many other things, you know?"
It was unreal, I couldn't believe it was Adrien I was talking to. His words and the way he said them were those of a very mature, dominant person that contrasted with who he really was. I was very curious about the offer he was presenting me.
"Really? Like what?"
"Well... for that I would have to change you a little. You know I love how you look, your body is... wow! Like a Greek god, but I think you would look better in another way."
"Really? And how is that?"
"First, I would like you to lose muscle. In your arms and back, to lose weight and mass. You would look very cute being thin without that armor of muscles... I would like you to let your hair grow, maybe to the height of your neck or a little more. To brush it every night before bed."
"So... to be more feminine you mean?"
"Yes, exactly."
I looked in the mirror. I had my hair at eye level as I had always worn it, and I don't remember the last time I didn't have this "armor of muscles" maybe when I was twelve. The idea began to intrigue me, I could feel it in my crotch. Adrien continued:
"I would also like you to take other classes besides sports and the clubs you are in."
"Like what?"
"I would love to see you in dance, wearing light colored or pastel-colored tight clothes like leotards, so that you become more feminine and elegant in your movements. Maybe also in the cheerleaders. I would change the clothes you wear; I would take out the boxers and leave you with just white briefs, panties, bikinis... you would look so sexy wearing something like that every day. In swimming class you would no longer wear speedo, but a pink or white one-piece suit that makes you look much more feminine and delicate"
"Wow..."
"If you like the idea, I could possibly train you so that you no longer have erections, that you are always flaccid and can only come by anal orgasms. I think that would be freaking awesome!"
I was in shock, but Adrien continued. I could tell he was either passionate about the subject or had been planning this for a long time.
"Just imagine it, Danny. One day you and your friends show up at the soccer field, but you're no longer part of the team. You're part of the cheerleading squad and you're wearing that leotard with the little skirt. Those who were your team now don't see you as an equal, but as someone inferior and that excites you, just as it excites you to see that they are more manly than you and that you finally realized it. Or imagine if instead of a boy's uniform you were in a girl's uniform!"
I visualized myself putting on long socks, Mary Jane shoes, a pleated skirt, the school blouse with the bow....
"Don't you love the idea? That you would slowly become my girlfriend? That you stop being the great Danny, captain of the school and the most popular boy, to become my girl. That coming out of your ballet class you would put on shorts, touch up your makeup and we would go to the movies together. That on the street you were mistaken for a girl. Because let me tell you, you have a very androgynous face, that would be no problem."
"Me... wow..."
"I mean, this is like long, very long term, we don't have to do it all at once. But it would be interesting to see how you're changing, how your body is changing from a jock to an effeminate girly boy, don't you think? "
"Everything you say, all those ideas... I don't like them... I LOVE them! I really love every single one of them... If I could, we would do them all right this very second. I really would."
"But it's better to do it little by little and see the changes."
"Yeah, sure, I think that would make it even sexier. Besides, you're the one who should tell me what to do and when," I wrote and was surprised when I did it. I would never have said something like that to anyone, anyone!
"I'm glad to see that you're already understanding your place in this relationship, Danny."
I had to stop for a few seconds.
"Would it bother you to know that I just wet my pants without touching myself for the third time in a day just by imagining all those plans?"
"Not at all, in fact I like that you are like that, see? Little by little you start to change, to transform yourself into what you truly are."
"What should we start with?" I was excited. My heart pounded in my chest and I heard the echoing palpitations in my head. I couldn't think clearly.
"Have you ever thought about getting your ears pierced?"