Focusing on tryouts

You originally wanted to just be alone with yourself to get to know your body better, but by the time you were back at your place, you realized just how full your day had been. You wanted to just go to bed in a familiar form and be rested enough to tackle being Jane on a full night's rest. So after you changed into a bigger t-shirt and boxers and watched a video on makeup removal--pretty much just wiping the face with a washcloth for what Felicia had done anyway--you turned the coin over once more to the Mars side, took a moment to re-acclimate to your male side, and immediately passed out on top of your bed.

The morning after, you heard a knock on your door. You thought it might be Felicia already wanting a checkup on her new lady friend, but you were surprised to see a box at the door, with the King Estate logo on the top. You took it inside and opened it, rummaging through the contents. It was, apparently, a "girl life starter pack", with a lot of similar items to what Felicia had bought you earlier. Well, that's great, a heads up would have been nice so Archer didn't have to spend all that cash on you... but it turns out Emilia and Alice's idea of fashion were far different from Felicia's anyway. This stuff was more formal, dressier--in that literal dresses were included, such as a black dress similar to the one Alice had been wearing when you first met her. More underwear, more skirts and some fancy shirts and cardigans, none of it seemed very fun and all of it was a step beyond what your comfort zone might be.

That included the heels that were at the bottom of the box. Those things looked more like a nightmare than a functional shoe, and the fact that Emilia thought you'd ever be wearing this is insane. But, whatever. There was other items in the 'gift box', things for hair care and skin care and makeup that you didn't know how to use, tampons for... well, the thought immediately occurs to you in that moment that you'll just not be flipping the coin for a few days each month and that solves that problem then and there. But tampons means ovulation is possible. Ovulation means pregnancy is possible. And pregnancy... how would that work? You dared not find out.

Most importantly, at the bottom of the box was your identification documentation. You parsed through them quickly. Birth certificate, social security card, driver's license, passport, credit cards in your new name tied to your real bank account, even forged high school records, you imagined all of it being necessary if you wanted to do apply for a job as Jane if it made sense to do so. For now, the driver's license would do, as long as it said you were above drinking age you were golden.

That morning, and other mornings, you stuck with the schedule you came up with yesterday as you approached baseball tryout time. You'd flip the coin randomly which you remember from Alice said it would charge more magic anyway, and you had a fifty-fifty shot of just staying a guy in the process. Your first flip landed Mars-side up, meaning you would stay a guy for the morning. You felt a slight, fleeting pang of disappointment that you wouldn't be trying on the new outfits just yet. You think you remembered something about Freud in your psych class where how you felt about the result of a coin toss was good insight into your true intentions... but you got a B-minus in that class so maybe you were remembering it wrong.

That whole first day, you remained a guy, attended your classes--couldn't concentrate in them, however--and then spent at least a little time at the batting cages to gauge your talent level. You were still roughly at where you were before with what ball speed you were comfortable with, so you felt like you were at least keeping up with the nightly magic drain you were warned about. The next day, you flipped in the morning. Venus-side up. You spent only one hour as Jane, wandering around in your boxers and and oversized t-shirt like you slept over at a boyfriend's house and borrowed his stuff, while you ate sugary cereals and watched some TV. Still, that box called to you... before classes began, you at least indulged your curiosity a little bit by trying on the black dress and the heels. They fit perfectly, as you figured they would, but your comfort level at walking in this attire was slim to none. You'd take a baby step and pause. Baby step and pause. A slug could beat you in a race at that pace. Curiosity sated for the moment and classes approaching, you decided to work on your technique later. ...wait, why are you bothering to work on technique! When are you ever going to use this stuff! You were being silly. Changing out of the clothes, you turned the coin over and spent the rest of the day as a guy, stewing at the thought that you were getting way ahead of yourself with this clothing stuff. It's just fabric.

Archer came over only once, on the Saturday before tryouts, to spend some time with you. She'd still been swamped with projects, so it made sense that she would be unable to make it during the week. You'd brushed off homework entirely as you spent all your time thinking about tryouts and Archer and the box's contents and the coin's powers. She was courteous enough to give you and her some regular time where you were your normal guy self, before she decided to turn the coin over when her patience withered away. Like before, you and her shared a wonderful makeout session, where you and Felicia felt oddly comfortable together like this. You hadn't gone any further than before--both you and Archer were still getting a grip on this reality and didn't want to overstep anything--but for now, kissing and grinding and fondling felt like plenty. You and her just stayed in for a few hours, being cute with one another.

You thought Sunday would be the same, but no sign from Felicia the whole day. Weird... a little disappointing, even. Your apartment felt real empty that day, but you flipped the coin a few times around midday to get a better feel for it. Venus, Venus, Venus, Mars. You spent three whole hours as a woman that time, which was your longest stretch without company thus far, and you took the most basic assessment of your anatomy thus far, working up the courage to look at yourself without clothes in the mirror, and working up slightly more to touch your own new body in places you'd mostly kept covered. For the most part, you'd shown tremendous restraint, probably because the changed body is the side effect and not the focus, but with nothing else on your agenda, you spent a lot of time getting a sense of how your breasts felt and moved when you manipulated them with your fingers, and you spent some time running your fingers along your thighs, between your legs, just tickling lightly at the slit you now owned. That was enough to start, you shivered and panicked slightly when you felt the tingling surge rushing through you and you turned the coin over as soon as you could to stick with the anatomy you'd known for the near entirety of your life.

Monday came along, a day before tryouts, and Archer showed up to your apartment bright and early, bringing breakfast sandwiches and her usual fare of troublemaking energy. You set a timer every hour so you could maximize your coin charging, and the chaos began! Some of the coin tosses were totally random, and even Archer wanted to do the honors a couple of times. Other times, you and Felicia were turning the coin over, seemingly in a battle for your body. When things became a bit much as Archer spent her day 'lady-training' you as she called it, you'd flip the coin to the Mars side. When Felicia grew impatient and wanted to have another makeout session and put more clothes on you or try new hairstyles on your head, she turned it to the Venus side. All in all, you spent probably two-thirds of your time as Jane, where Felicia had her own marathon of teaching you useful tricks and factoids and then undressing you and growing bolder with touching your body. The last hour before you two passed out on your bed for a very, very restful sleep, Archer was getting the courage up to slip her hands under your panties and lightly rub at your labia, causing you to squirm and moan rather uncontrollably. When you heard a pounding on the wall from the next door neighbors, you two immediately stopped like deer in headlights, remembering just how paper-thin the walls were. You were going to need more privacy by the time you and her moved into the next phase of things, if everything continued on this track... and you saw no reason why either you or she would get off this train at this rate. It was new and scary, but it felt amazing, and Archer felt amazing, and...

Your alarm went off on the morning of tryouts. It was the only thing on your mind, and you fumbled out of bed, not even remembering that you had fallen asleep as Jane and thus forgot that your limbs weren't their usual length for your muscle memory. You turned the coin to the Mars side, showered, and nervously got ready while Felicia snored away on your bed. She'd had as busy a day as you yesterday, so you decided to let her sleep as you packed your bag with some baseball gear. You trusted her to not mess with your stuff and to lock up when she leaves.

...The coin though. You'd been leaving it inside whenever you go out so you wouldn't lose it, but it was the one thing Felicia might actually mess with in the apartment while you were gone. As much as you wanted to believe that she'd let you get through these tryouts unscathed, there was a nonzero chance that she might flip the coin right in the middle of you making some amazing diving catch... a nonzero chance was too big of a chance. You put the coin in a one of the zippered pockets of your bag, and that was that. ...And then you put the sports bra and tee and some borrowed sweatpants Archer brought over for you into your bag and your smaller shoes, also just in case. Maybe if you still somehow weren't good enough for the team when starting out, you could slip away for an hour, turn the coin over a couple of times, and then make it back in time to finish strong, and you could stay warmed up with some jogging or whatever.

Not wanting to be late, you hurried out the door, and sprinted down the sidewalks for a few blocks while all sorts of other questions popped into your mind. Running is a part of baseball, but does wanting to be good at baseball also make you good at running or is that your responsibility? Maybe it only applies to running on the field? You felt like your running was pretty average right now. Just how well-defined was the magic in the coin, really? You could hit the ball, sure, but would you have to work out if you wanted to hit the ball further?

You'd have to wait on the answers to those questions, as you arrived at the playing fields. You looked around for someone with a clipboard who might be able to sign you up.