A Taste of Victory

I breathed the thick, soupy air as I stood on the batter's podium. It had been raining, but thankfully had dried up enough to play. Now, it seemed that slight mist of evaporating moisture only added a certain magical quality to the game, making it seem even more epic.

My muscles seemed like they were at once tight with coiled energy, and yet relaxed, with composure built up from years of training. The pitcher blurred as she rocketed a fastball towards me, and it was as if time slowed for just an instant, before my muscle memory reacted faster. The sliver of wood in my hands matched the balls speed and more, with unerring precision as it was sent flying up the field, well beyond where any catchers might have been stationed.

Now!

I sped off home plate, powerful thighs propelling me. I could see the looks of exhausted spite on the faces of the girls from the opposing side as I slipped past them, a petty gloating feeling being eclipsed by the exhilaration of using my body to take my team to victory. First base turned into second, and then third, before I rounded out the home run.

Cheers erupted from the girls of my team and from the crowd as the timer finished the game, with a victory for the home team.

“Sierra!! Oh my God girl, you were amazing!”

A cutie with a pixie cut ran straight into me and hugged me tightly, rubbing our bodies together as she pulled me close.

Her body feels so good against mine, mhmm…

I hugged her back, replying:

“Mmmm, Becca, you know I just wanted to show off to impress you.”

“You’re so corny! But you are our ace player, so I guess I can forgive that.”

Our hugs lingered, the warmth of our sweaty bodies pressing together, before we broke apart, faces still close.

“You know, I could only play so well with the expert strategies thought up by our team captain.”

The girl in front of me couldn’t help but blush a little, as she turned to the side.

“Ye-yeah, but my strategies could only ever work because I have such a star player…”

“Sierra! Sierra! Sierra!”

Our little moment was interrupted as the rest of the girls from our team ran over to me, cheering and hollering in a cacophony of noise.

“You were so cool!”

“Two home runs in one game, and that amazing finisher!!”

“I love you Sierra!”

Some of the wilder shouts mingled in the noise made me laugh a little, but I still couldn’t help but feel a deep, affected appreciation for such kind words.

“Girls, girls! It was a team effort, okay!”

I tried to get them to calm down, and be proud of themselves, but they couldn’t resist cheering for me. I could feel strong arms, forged from competitive athletics, grip and grasp my body as I was lifted up to be carried on their shoulders.

“Oh, woah woah, what!!”

Lifted above, they carried me with cheers, as I saw the crowds in the bleachers hollering and waving banners and other things with the team colors proudly. Now high above the field, sweaty and well exercised but feeling more energetic than ever before, I basked in the praise as my heart melted a little. Feeling so appreciated, so celebrated, knowing I’d earned it, and I was the star… it felt so, so special.

Most of the girls had finished up in the locker room by the time I got there, too excited about the after-party to hang around. I’d been talking to the team manager, chatting excitedly about other games to come, and being praised and celebrated too. Being a part of a team like this, being supported and cherished, and feeling the thrill of victory.... It all felt so good. An unbelievable rush.

As I reached out, opening my locker, it was only now that I was coming down from the immediate high of the game that I started noticing. My arm stretched out before me, with it’s toned, lithe muscle from years of athleticism, and the chocolate colored skin that adorned it. My hands with their paler palms, calloused just a little from exercise and using the bat, yet still so much smaller and cuter than my regular ones, and so obviously feminine, fingernails crowned in the team red and white.

I’d been using this body so naturally, so flawlessly, that it sometimes became hard to imagine it had ever belonged to someone else. My eyes focused on the mirror inside the door of my locker, examining the face that looked back. Sweaty and hot, in a white and red softball uniform, a gorgeous, sporty black girl stood, eyes a little wide as she examined herself. Plump, kissable lips sat invitingly on a wonderfully symmetrical face, a slightly wider nose symbolizing the African heritage that informed the beautiful body I wore.

My hair had been tied back underneath my cap, but as I worked out the hair tie and let it tumble back into its natural waves and curls a wave of pheromones and natural scent cascaded around me. Hypnotically, as if in a trance, I began unbuttoning my jersey, revealing the perky sports bra clad c-cups that sat proudly on my chest. It was so strange… I’d been so laser focused on the game, I hadn’t even noticed the way they’d bounced even restrained like that, and the way my legs moved differently with such wide hips and an indulgent ass.

I shimmied out of the pants, before taking off my underwear too, leaving myself totally naked. I could hear a few of the girls chatting and laughing as they finished up their showers, but here in the changing rooms I was totally alone. The girl in the reflection mirrored my movements, reaching out almost reverently as her fingertips traced her toned midriff, before squeezing her tits. I felt the slightest pressure from my top teeth biting down on my lips, an almost involuntary reaction to the blissful feeling of my fingers sinking in.

My hands wandered lower, approaching my well shaven slit, peeling those labial lips apart and feeling the slight rush as the air entered me just a little. I could feel myself tingling down there; this body’s invitation to explore more, to feel my most sensual place and bury myself in the same feminine pleasure I’d taken every night since assuming this form. To do it in the changing room, fully fall into the tense, embarrassed danger than one of the girls might finish her shower, might see the beloved ace of the girls’ softball team defiling herself right here…

“Sierra! You haven’t showered yet?”

A clear voice shook me from the lewd reverie, as I sheepishly grabbed up Sierra's towel and body wash, turning on my heel and finding Becca behind me.

“Oh, ehm, haha, yeah. Uhm, I was talking to the manager after the game, and like, you know how she gets! It was a whole thing, so yeah I’m only heading into the shower now!”

“Okayy, just remember not to be late to the party tonight. I’ve really got the house looking special, and everyone who’s everyone is going to be there. And, you know… it wouldn’t be anywhere near as special if you weren’t there, okay?”

As she spoke, my eyes wandered up her wet body, only hidden by a towel. Since I’d slithered inside Sierra’s vessel, I’d been spending a lot of time with Becca, and I loved listening to her, chatting late and laughing as close friends. Although, seeing her in a towel like this, her body so tight and well worked from the game, it was hard to focus on her words.

She was a tall girl, taller than “me”, standing at 5’10, or maybe 5’11? It was a little difficult to tell, since the height that I’d used as reference my whole life no longer applied. Still though, her long legs terminated in juicy hips, while her pert behind was hard not to stare at when she turned away. Her cute auburn pixie cut and the dusting of freckles on her face gave her a tomboyish appeal, but her body was fully adorned with the soft grace of sporty femininity.

“Hellooo, earth to Sierra?”

“Ah!”

I looked up, thanking the heavens for my dark complexion as it hid my awkward blush, being way too grateful my female skin let me shamelessly check out another girl with less suspicion than my male one.

“S-sorry Becca! I guess I was just a little distracted. By the party! Yeah, the party! I know we’re going to have an amazing time.”

For some reason, Becca seemed to have a weirdly proud, satisfied little grin on her face as she stepped past me.

“Okay then, ace. I’m looking forward to taking you back to mine.”

“H-huh?”

“For the party, of course. At my house. Doofus.”

She stuck her tongue out, and after just a stunned second as my brain caught up I started laughing too.

“Yeah… yeah! I’ll see you there.”

I stepped into the showers, as another couple of girls wandered past me, laughing and greeting me with smiles. I took the chance too look back, seeing their toned bodies, before wandering into a stall.

Wow, okay… like, this is still way too stimulating. Sometimes when I’m in here I just manage to get by on auto-pilot wearing Sierra’s personality, but actually thinking about it for even a second it’s such a crazy feeling. Seeing all these beautiful college girls naked, changing, laughing and happy… and knowing that I’m one of them…

Being accepted, not as Alex, some random guy, but as Sierra… a girl like them. Not even just any girl, the star of the show, the team’s ace…

I turned on the water, gasping a little at the initial chill before beginning to feel my muscles relax as the stream warmed up. I lifted my armpits, taking in a big sniff of “my” natural odor, feeling a pulse from my pussy and a tingle of pleasure all over as I acknowledged that tang of Sierra’s sweaty skin, and the even better feeling knowing that was coming from me now.

I lathered up my shampoo, the tropical smells filling the space as I cleaned my hair, before moving into my body. My arms, my thighs, my back, my midriff… all of them were so much more toned and sporty than what I had as Alex. But these curves too! My soft, perky breasts, and my luscious ass! Sierra’s skin was totally the best of both worlds. I could beat my previous self in an athletics competition and still look so hot and feminine doing it.

Agh, it really isn’t fair… Sierra has it so much better than me.

I could feel my smile curling up though, as my thoughts continued.

Well… I mean, aren’t I Sierra now? There’s no need to feel jealous of her, now that I am her, right~?

As I washed the sweat and grime off my stolen dark skin, my thoughts couldn’t help but wander to the party tonight.

I’ve been so busy training and keeping up Sierra’s schedule ever since I took over her life. I haven’t really had a chance to cut loose and party. Going to a party as her… I wonder what it will be like? After all, the last time I went to a party…

Vivid memories of being Lisa, in her tight blue dress, before fucking Trent rough in his penthouse burst into my mind. Almost involuntarily, my thighs began to rub together, the heat in my pussy dialing higher as my lust manifested so naturally in the way any woman's would.

Mhmm… okay, like… even if that ended badly, I can’t deny how much I loved sex as a woman. Maybe, tonight…?

Of course, I hadn’t shied away from using Sierra’s body. Exploring with her fingers, buying vibrators and toys, and using the dildo the original girl had kept had all let me get acquainted with my new, stolen form. Learning all of “my” new sweet spots, and exactly what got this sexy black girl body feeling good.

All I have to do is find a partner…

Visions flicked to my mind, of using one of my teammates, a lesbian flirtationship with one of the other girls I’d been sweating and training with for weeks. I was sure more than a few of them would love a chance to experiment a little with the team’s beloved ace.

Or, maybe one girl in particular…

Ideas of Becca flitted to my mind, twisting her cheeky grin into a moaning pant of pleasure as I teased her naked body, and then she returned the favor, driving me to the ecstasy of a female orgasm. I had to admit, she really was cute… and sometimes I even thought she kinda liked me too.

Dreaming about it, having visions of her, my fingertips opened my lower lips and teased the edges, gently stroking my clit as I felt my knees grow weak. Over the sound of the shower, the rushing water cascading down my skin, no-one could hear what I was doing, the way I was teasing my body. I slipped a finger inside, gasping, the hot sensation of pushing my walls apart filling me with breathless wonder.

“Oh… oh my God…”

My moans sounded so helpless and girly, hearing the voice of the ultra-capable and strong baseball ace sound so **** as it left my lips just dialing my desire higher. My other hand pawed at my tits, squeezing my brown nipples and feeling them harden and spike as I plunged inside myself.

My walls seemed to tighten and retract against my fingers, the fantasies of fucking Becca while in the skin of her close friend pushing me over the edge, as I tipped into Sierra’s orgasm. I tumbled back onto the wall, sliding down the damp tile with my face painting a picture of bliss as Sierra’s outrageous orgasm tsunamiied through me.

“Holy fuck… mhmmmm….”

The pleasure was so intense the moans almost sounded pained, as I let the water wash away every hint of my little session…