VC Day 5 - You're back at camp

You hear knocking.

You sit up, finding yourself in a bed like in a hotel... it's pretty nice. You remember that this is the Lodge where you would have been if you had not been locked up... it's away from the camp, but still part of the camp. It's where the players relax on weekends.

The door to your room opens, and it's Michelle.

"You OK, Riley?" she asks.

"Yeah," you say groggily... you feel OK.

"Well, it's time to get up. You should come down and have breakfast. I'm glad you made it back in time. Today's a big day."

It is? Michelle leaves, and you are alone in the room. You yawn, but then you feel something weird. You move the covers off yourself and gasp. The bulge in your boyshorts is...

"What the fuck?" you ask, panicking. You slip the boyshorts down, revealing your cock.

It is... huge. It used to be just three inches long when soft, and like... six inches when hard. That seemed big to you because you are a slim girl, and not very tall.

Now it's... at least six or seven inches long flaccid, and twice as thick as it was before. It's HEAVY. This is insane.

Your butt is a bit sore. Is this because of that injection? They injected you with something that made your penis bigger? You feel like you are dreaming... you kick off your underwear and take off your shirt, staggering into the shower... your long, heavy penis flopping and slapping against your thighs as you go. You look at yourself in the mirror.

It's just hanging there. Huge. God. You get cleaned up, stuff it into a clean pair of boyshorts, and then put on your loosest shorts before going downstairs.

At breakfast, everyone quiets down at 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... great. Great. Great.

You don't care about any of that stuff right now! You find Angela, take her hand, and drag her to the Lodge's tiny medical room.

"What is wrong?" she asks. You slam the door and pull down your shorts and underwear.

Her cheeks turn pink.

"Oh my," she says.

You both stand there.

"What is... the problem?" she asks uncertainly. Oh. Right. She doesn't know what your penis looked like before.

"It used to be smaller. A lot smaller," you tell her. "It just did this. Over night."

She seems confused, but she makes you sit on the table and kneels to have a look.

"You are young," she says, puzzled. "Young people grow."