Clocking In

"WHOAFDA!" Here I am about to clock in at work and I get hit in the nuts. By what or by who I don't know. It happened so fast. I go down and crouch like a baseball catcher before falling to my knees with one hand on my gonads and the other on the floor holding me up. Oh God the pain is excruciating. "Wheeeh! Whaaah!" Oh oh the pain has radiated to my stomach. I think I'm gonna ...yep I'm gonna puke. Here it comes! "Gribble ribble uhrp!"

My poptart from this morning comes up and splatters on the linoleum floor just missing the person who hit me's feet. From what I can tell by the pink sneakers it's Becky Vance. I look up and through the tears welling in my eyes I can tell that indeed it's Becky. Jeez I wonder what she hit me with. She's just laughing away at my predicament.

Ron the service coordinator comes out from behind the customer service counter. Through the ringing in my ears I can hear Becky's voice." I got ya! I got ya!" Hey everyone! I just popped Brittney one right in the nuts!" Ron starts laughing as does everybody else within earshot.

I crawl away from my puke then lay on the floor. I roll around holding my aching testes. By this time a crowd has gathered and they're all laughing at me. I can barely talk." Wah m..y n..u..t...s. Oh the ache. The agony." People start chattering as Ron comes and kneels beside me.

After a few minutes he asks if I can walk. I get up and I almost fall when my sandaled feet slip on my vomit. He almost carries me back to the break room. As we're walking through the aisles customers point at me and giggle as they push their carts. One old lady does express some sympathy though when she turns to her friend. "Oh that poor pretty trans girl, she got hit right in the goodie pouch."

Ron helps me to a seat at the table and I put my head down. Jesus Christ what the fuck did she hit me with? Ron does his best not to laugh. "Brittney take as long as you need I know that hurts. I'll have a talk with Becky. I won't send her home though. One we need her and two...well...it was funny." He cracks up laughing. I can hear his laughter as he leaves the breakroom.

Ten minutes later I'm feeling a lot better so I go to the bathroom to check myself. Luckily our Piggly Wiggly has a third bathroom for transgender employees as I'm not the only trans girl working here.

I cautiously pull my jeans and panties down. Oh thank God, there's no blood. My nuts however are pretty swollen and my scrotum has a bruise the size of a quarter right under my left testicle.

A half hour later I'm back at home naked from the waist down covered by a blanket with a bag of frozen peas under my nutsack sitting in the recliner with my legs elevated. I fall asleep watching the soaps.

My poor nuts