FPC Day 5 - Clean up

You clean up and put on clean underwear and shorts. Michelle brings you a bra and immediately leaves, obviously uncomfortable... well, you suddenly have huge tits and you did just admit to going to a sex party... and then you had an orgasm in front of her. So that's a lot.

But she did smack your boob. She didn't have to do that.

You struggle to put on the bra... you can barely cram your breasts into it, and...

"Ah!" You quickly take it off... your nips are too sensitive for this! There is just now way.

You don't know what to do... there's ****. You have to go downstairs.

You put on a t-shirt with no bra and go down, face burning. The girls are gathered, but not eating yet. Everyone who sees you shuts up and stares... you know how hard and pokey your nipples are, totally visible to everyone as you walk past. You have never blushed this much ever. You want to die. Your t-shirts are not big enough for this... it's stretched and your boobs strain against it.

There's a crash. You are walking past Adella and Lara, who are gaping at your chest, eyes huge and glazed... Adella dropped her coffee cup, which broke...

You quickly sit down.

"Good morning," Aki says pleasantly.

"Morning," you reply miserably. It's time for breakfast.

The coaches gather at the front of the room. Everyone stops eating and talking to listen. Something is going on.

Michelle steps forward, apparently the spokesperson.

"So, announcement time. Everyone listening?" she asks.

"Yes," everyone says together.

"OK. Remember how you have all been gossiping about a new league? And how that's our fault, kind of?" She gestures at the other coaches.

"Yes," everyone says.

"About that. There's no new league," she says.

The room explodes with shock and from some girls, outrage.

"What?" You can't believe it. It's all anyone could talk about yesterday...

"Shut up and listen," Michelle says impatiently. "It's not a league. It's a TV show."

She has to wait again while you all freak out.

"But! But! It's not getting produced yet," she goes on. "Seriously, guys. Let me finish. The producers are here to do a trial run. Your coaches and supervising coaches all have the contract, and you will get your chance to look at it and make your decision."

You want to laugh... like anyone is going to NOT want to be on a TV show about soccer. Everyone will sign.

"For this show, we are going to do a scaled down league, which means teams. But it's a show, not a league. That means these people want to see drama. They want rivalries and things like that. You're sorted into teams, and you *stay* with your team. Your team is like your family," Michelle says.

Wait a minute. What are the teams? Who is on which team? You and lots of the other girls start demanding to know, but Michelle shushes everyone.

"We'll post them in a minute. And I know! I know there's romance here at this camp where we are supposed to be concentrating on training," she says, kind of irritatingly. "So this is how it works. On Mondays you train. On Tuesdays, you have a half-day of training and a practice match. On Wednesdays, you do strategy and light training. On Thursdays, a half-day of training and match prep. On Friday, you have a real match against another team. There will be six teams. Three matches. The winning teams get to spend the weekend here at the lodge. The losers have to stay at camp. What happens at the lodge stays at the lodge. This is the only place where you can mingle with other teams. So if you want to mingle, you have to win. If you don't care about mingling and you just care about soccer, you still have to win, because only winners get interviews. That's how this is going to work."

Whoa. That's a lot. But wait... there are a lot of girls at camp, but not enough for six teams.

"Are these just very small teams, then?" Beth pipes up.

"No. Full teams. More girls arrive tomorrow, and a few of the girls from the Swim Camp are going to come up and join. We..." she says, pointing at herself and the other coaches. "Are your subs if there are injuries. Yes, we know there are some girls here who don't have to sit down to pee. Those girls don't have to hide that. No secrets. Any other questions?"

Wow! You can shower with everyone else now? And share a changing room? And yes, there are lots of questions, but you just want to know what team you are on... but you don't get to see that until after you sign a contract, and none of the coaches will let anyone sign a contract that they have not read yet.

Going over the contracts takes most of the morning. You finally get yours signed, and are handed a sheet with the teams on it. You are officially a contestant in the pilot shoot for Football Ultimate Television Association, or FUTA for short.

You check out your team.

PINK TEAM:

1. Riley (USA) Captain, Striker COACH: Tiff

2. ATT Aki (JAP)

3. ATT Lara (UK)

4. MID Sun (KOR)

5. MID Sam (UK)

6. MID Elena (KEN)

7. DEF Rebecca (USA)

8. DEF Sheva (SEN)

9. DEF Lili (MON)

10. DEF Max (USA)

11. GOAL Viti (IND)

OK, wow. But you don't have time for this. You need a fucking bra!

You go find Ingrid, the Swedish player with huge breasts. She sweetly loans you one of hers... it's still not a good fit, but it helps. She goes with you, slipping out of the Lodge and ordering a ride into the city. Ingrid is an expert at breast management because hers are so big, so she helps you find bras that will let you function like a normal person...

You return to the camp and thank her, but she was glad to help.

You are exhausted... and it's only afternoon. You go to find your teammates who are already at camp: Aki, Sun, Lara, and Viti. You have **** but to say you got a boob job... everyone thinks that's a crazy thing to do under the circumstances, but they don't say that.

You and your team chat on the patio. At least the weather is good.

"I can still play," you assure them.

They look a bit uncertain. You'll have to prove it to them by playing well... and they obviously think you are a moron for getting your boobs done right now, even though it seems like at least Lara and Viti approve... from the way they stare. But everyone stares.

Anyway, you have to earn their trust back by making good soccer decisions. It's a lot to deal with...

After dinner you go to your room to be alone and think. Suddenly being busty is... something. You take off your new bra and lounge topless on your bed. It will make soccer harder... and your back hurts.

Someone knocks on your door. You tiredly put your shirt back on and answer it. It's Lara.