Changes

Predictably, football training was never the same after that. At the end of nearly every session I sucked a cock or took one in my ass, sometimes several. Many on the team were happy to use me it seemed, despite being 'not gay', and I was only too happy to accommodate them.

Soon I found myself less interested in the game and more interested in the guys and it showed in my lack of training discipline. Soon my muscle tone diminished and while I still maintained a fit figure, my previously muscular legs became soft and my butt almost, jiggly. My lapse in dedication showed in my performance and soon I was relegated to the bench, then to carrying drinks. I realised that if I didn't do something soon I would be kicked off the team.

That's when I had a brilliant idea - I started taking physio classes and was quickly adopted as the team physio. My job was to rub the guy's muscles to warm them up before, during and after the game. It gave me every opportunity to be around the players, a group of strong, sweaty, muscular men, often in private and they made the most of it. Not only that but it was my actual job to touch them. I was in heaven.

Soon I had waxed my arms and legs, the hair having caused unwanted tickling to some of the guys, or at least so they said. I kind of liked the feeling of being smooth anyway, and before long I was waxing everything below the neck.

One day I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror wearing my official physio uniform, which was bright pink so as not to clash with the players, and I froze. With my now slightly curvy frame, soft skin and slightly overgrown hair it would be easy to mistake me for a girl, I realised. In fact, with just a little work I could look stunning, if I wanted to. The question was...