Chapter 4: Game Day Anything but Routine

Tati woke up at 6:30 to music blaring out of her cell phone, stretching out as she made her way to the bathroom. This was only her second full day in this new world, and looking down still felt…wrong. Staring at a bulge—a feminine bulge, by this world’s standards—and at a body that acted like the clock had been turned back. After doing her business—experimenting with standing up for the first time, which felt so wrong—she started to pick out clothes to wear.

“Oh boy,” Tati sighed. Her selection of bras was an array of patterns, colors, and trims. She had one for just about every occasion that could possibly happen, from comfort in the house to a grand night at the ball. She looked down at her naked chest and cupped the swollen teat, making a rough guesstimate. Just looking, she could tell her chest was too big. With her being home for most of the pregnancy, she almost never used support for her boobs, leaving her with only two options—and neither were good for her upcoming practice. She rummaged through the dresser until she found a T-shirt design undergarment as it had just enough support, as the nursing bra would be useless. Note to self: need more brassiere for my new chest.

As she put on her clothes, Devin shifted in his sleep, leaving his body naked above the waist. Tati realized that, even though she had been in this work for two days she hadn’t seen naked men including her husband. She formed a claw and lifted slowly, so as to not wake him. Underneath, she was shocked. He was completely smooth and hairless like herself, and his grooming was impeccable. Other than porn or the times she trimmed for special occasions, she had never seen another vagina—yet here she was, taking peeks at Devin, like a boy from her world that was overly curious. Seeing him aroused a new interest. Tati was straight and liked men, yet between her husband's legs was the very definition of something “feminine” in her world. Even still, she couldn’t help but be fascinated. Satisfied, she placed the covers back over his groin for modesty.

Since Devin has a vagina, does that mean… Tati carefully opened his bedside drawer and was surprised to see his underwear was smooth and flat in the front. Searching, she saw “masculine” hygiene products, some she used herself and others she couldn’t readily identify. Great… I go to a world where my husband has a puss, and he is better than me at cleaning his “lady parts”. She felt a little jealous at that.

Tati added a new task to her list every morning before heading off for practice. Thanks to Kris, she had learned to never leave the house before using a breast pump. The last thing she needed was another incident from a soaked shirt embarrassing her in public. The machine hummed and pumped her milk. For the remaining time, she scrolled through TikTok, looking at highlights of previous games she played in this alternate timeline. Before having Kris her skills were impressive and the footage she was seeing confirmed that. She was also two cup sizes smaller: she looked down again, this time thinking of how her boobs would affect her performance.

As she went to grab the car keys, she noticed that the key itself looked different. Opening the garage door revealed the answer. Instead of her plain, silver Toyota Camry, there was a black Range Rover—the sort of car she dreamed about but knew she could never afford. She got behind the wheel, unfamiliar with how the car sat and her position. It was a relief to see her normal street and houses when the door opened.

A few minutes into her trip, she suddenly realized that, if she had suddenly become a star… Her team had to play somewhere far larger. She abruptly pulled over and fumbled with the GPS on the car’s dash. She looked through the destinations and found one labeled “Team Office”. The route was unfamiliar, leading to a modern-looking complex with a large Austin Bats sign visible from the main road. Gingerly, she pulled past the gate into the player parking area, got out of the car, and walked inside the team facility.

Here, it was clear that the league had a richer and longer history than she was used to. There were murals of players and uniforms that looked like they were from the 1970s or 1980s. Some of them said Buffalo on them. Guess the franchise relocated at some point, she thought. It was a lot to take in. This was ostensibly a place where had spent a lot of time, and yet she was completely and utterly unfamiliar with it.

“Oh my gosh it’s Tatiiii!” A woman wearing an embroidered polo—and a skirt, Tati noted—ran into her in the aisles. She actually recognized her: Kristin, the strength and conditioning coach. “I haven’t seen you in so long!” she added. “Quick, let’s get to the locker room!”

Tati, trying to remember the way that Kristin was cutting, led her toward the locker room. “Look who I found!” Kristin chirped. Before she knew it, Tati was being hugged by another woman she recognized, April Meyer—one of her best friends.

“You’re back!” Apparently we’re close here, too. Tati and April came from different backgrounds but were the same height and often worked out together. Tati was looking past April’s sandy blonde hair at the locker room, which was positively palatial compared to how things had been. There were professionally furnished lockers, plenty of team logos everywhere, and a number of TV screens. Several other teammates were changing and putting on outfits for practice—and, like herself, all of the women had telltale bulges.

After a solid 30 seconds, April broke the embrace, looking down toward Tati’s chest. “When you told me Kris changed you, I wasn't picturing …those.” She pointed at her breasts.

"It's a Flores trait. My mother was the same after she had me, but I think they will go back to normal after Kris is old enough to eat solid foods." I hope, she thought. Tati thought of all the women on her mother's side of the family; most of them never reduced in size, including her own sister.

“Well, go get changed! Practice is gonna start in a few.” Tati went over to her locker, trying to act normal when in fact everything was dumbfounding her. It was a tough act, but at least the act of changing was mostly the same. Mostly, Tati was reminded as she pulled out a skirt instead of short shorts.