Quiet Game

Waking into the stadium with Jon should have been like walking into a wall of sound, but it wasn't. The silence of the city, which had been so palpable, was replicated by the uncanny stillness of thousands of people, all enjoying the spectacle on the field, but not making a sound. The shuffling of feet, the odd cough, and the whistle from the field were the only sounds.

It looked to the young man that every seat in the house was filled. Men of all shapes and sizes, most in the colours of one team of the other, sat quietly, watching the battling behemoths down below. About half of the attendees were, as it seemed common in Girl World, men in women’s jerseys, skirts, faces made up to look like women.

Kelli looked over at his bikini-clad roommate. Jon still had that sheen, that vivid more-than-real quality that continually drew Kelli’s eyes to him, but to add to that he now had his hair. When Jon had fainted, something happened to his hair that Kelli had never seen before. Of anyone had asked the young man what it had looked like, Kelli would have said it exploded. Just before Jon’s head hit the pavement, a beautiful, well-coifed and styled mane burst out of Jon’s head, growing in less than a second.

It was amazing. Kelli couldn’t help but feel incredibly jealous. It was like the hair was magical. No matter which way Jon was standing, no matter if was being messed up, his hair seemed to restyle itself all on its own.

Kelli wanted it.

He knew that he should just be grateful for what he had. Hadn’t he just received an amazingly manly chest? One that he was proudly displaying bare to all the football fans around him? So maybe Jon could have his hair and Kelli could get over his jealousy. Maybe.

"Why are they so quiet?" Kelli whispered to Jon, feeling that too much sound would break some sort of sacred reverence over the stadium.

"It's weird," Jon whispered back, leaning close to Kelli's ear, "It's like they're all watching the game, but they're not into it or something."

Kelli looked at the gridiron then back up to the crowd. Jon was right. They were watching the game play, but their eyes looked dull, bored. Yawns were being stifled, there were a few soft snores that reached Kelli's ears.

The game itself was exciting. There was dynamic drama, it was fast paced. The players were obviously skilled, and the game was playing out in an engaging way, plenty of running, plenty of passing, plenty of touchdowns.

The crowd should have been going wild.

"This is crazy," Kelli whispered again, "someone should do something."

He stepped back from the game, entering the corridor that held the food and drink vendors. Behind him he could hear the slapping of Jon's flip-flops on the concrete, joining the echoes created by Kelli's high heels. Walking through the stadium in nothing but his panties and heels, his huge chest exposed to the fresh air, he felt strong, tough. Not being much of a sports fan, the idea of going to football games back home hadn't been part of his regular rhythm. But now he found himself imagining sitting in the stands in his home town, his bare chest painted the colours of his home team. Maybe he'd even get broadcast on the jumbotron.

The women back home would go wild.

"Over here," Jon's voice brought him back to the present.

Kelli turned and saw his roommate enter an office with a sign over the door that read 'Corporate Services'. Of course! Jon would go straight to the top to see what the problem was. And if Kelli knew anything about Jon, he'd help find a fix in no time.