Totally fine

"I'm OK," you tell her.

She comes over and looks at your eyes. Once she is sure you don't have a concussion, she gives you her blessing to leave the infirmary.

You are sore, but you will be all right. Getting knocked down happens sometimes. You are more worried about your pride than your head.

"Nothing else tonight," Michelle tells you as you walk out of the infirmary. "Clean up and rest."

"Okay." You don't want to face the other girls, but you have to. You have to just deal with it.

Your stuff is down by the field, so you start to walk that way. Michelle is going somewhere else, but Julieta stays with you.

She says something in French.

You don't get it. "Thanks," you say. You have never had a fan before.

Some of the girls by the field wave to you, and you wave back to assure them that you are OK. You wish there weren't so many people here. It's loud and confusing, and too many girls to ogle.

The little French girl says something. You heard that she is actually older than you are, and one of the fastest runners in Europe. She doesn't look like much.

"Thanks for walking me back, I guess."

The afternoon scrimmages are over. You find the locker room and shower empty, so at least you don't have to worry about privacy.

Except for this girl.

A woman walks in. It's the French girl's coach.

You can't shower in front of anyone else because they will notice right away that you have a penis.