Drop Kick - TG

Brian slammed his palms on the table, pretending it didn't hurt as he glared at the coach across the table. He hesitated a moment when it elicited no response, before blurting out a hurried, "What do you mean I didn't make the team?!"

"I mean that you didn't make the team," shrugged the coach in response, turning another page in his sports magazine. "It happens to a lot of people. Maybe soccer's just not your thing."

"You said I was the best player you ever had," he protested, unable to keep the hint of a whine from his voice as he felt the anger slipping away from him in a spurt of hopelessness.

"You were," shrugged the coach, turning another page. "Then you turned eighteen over the summer, hit a late growth spurt, got a body you don't know how to control, and threw off your entire build. I need someone small and agile for your position, Ryan. Not someone tall and gangly who can't figure out how to kick. You can try out again next year."

"But it's my last year," whispered Brian, the last dregs of anger leaving him as he stared across the desk. The coach had never gotten his name wrong, before. He'd always reserved that for the others, the ones he didn't want on his team.

"I'll see you around, Ryan," he muttered, sipping from a cup of coffee as he turned another page. Brian didn't bother to respond, simply slipping out of the office as he walked down the hall. He kept his head down, knowing he should be angry with himself but not quite having the energy.

"God, this is pathetic, muttered a voice, bringing his head up. He glanced around, blinking in surprise when his gaze settled on a blonde  leaning against the wall. He glanced over her slight build with a slight feeling of jealousy. He blushed when his eyes rested on her breasts, a flash of self anger reaching through to him a little when he realized what he'd been thinking.

"You're the girl's soccer team captain," he whispered, his eyes finally settling on her face. "Ellie, or whatever."

"And you're the pathetic bastard with the small dick who just kicked off the team," she responded, raising an eyebrow, as she pushed herself off the wall. She regarded him for a moment, her eyes trailing across him enough to give him a slight blush.

"How did you know?" he demanded, trying to gain some semblance of control. "You eavesdropping?"

She frowned, her eyes meeting his with a flash of disdain. "Please. Like your troubles are worth the bother. The walls are just really thin," she shrugged, tapping one to prove her point. "it makes it sorta hard not to notice stuff like this." She stretched a little, beginning to move forward before she paused. "'course, I could help you with your problem, if you really wanted to play soccer again…"

"Help me?" he asked, hesitantly. His heart beat faster at the thought, before he pushed his hope downward. She couldn't help him.

"Stop that," she demanded, flicking a finger against his forehead as he looked up in surprise. "You're getting that depressed look. You know, the same one you get every time you walk past our locker room, and realize you can't go in?"

He blushed, another flash of anger overtaking him. "What do you mean you can help?" he demanded. Trying to change the subject.

"I meant what I said," she shrugged. "You've got all the skills, don't you? All the moves? You just need to get small again - aerodynamic."

"And you can help with that?" he asked, trying to copy her note of disdain without success as he met her eyes. He faltered under their confidence, looking down as she nodded.

"Yeah, I can help," she shrugged. "I mean, what do you really need?" she asked, wiggling her fingers a little as a tingle passed through him. He felt something in him twist as he gasped, her words washing through him as she mentioned the need for smaller size. He felt the air rushing past him as his legs began to shrink, his body compacting in upon itself as his bulky muscles soothed beneath her words. He stared at himself, in happiness, shocked and surprised to find her old body returned to him, until he realized with a start that she was still talking.

"Of course, if you're gonna be slight anyway, you might as well go the whole way," she continued. "Reduce your waist for a more trim form," she mused, strengthen your hips, push our your butt for a good counter balance when you lean forward… You need good strong legs, too. Gotta support a strong pelvis, and all." he blushed as he felt her words take effect on him, his hips cracking as they blossomed. His butt filled with alien sensations, his thighs thickening as the clothes squeezed down on him. He squirmed, unable to breathe from the githeness of the outfit as it crushed into his groin. He felt something tear in him as she brought up the problem, his manhood sliding inside of him in a ways of relief and pleasure that made him squirm. He realized with consternation that his pants felt wet, a blush creeping down through his body as he realized what now lay between his legs.

"Of course, that would make you a girl," she was musing, cutting off his words as her own wrapped around him "So it would be sorta freaky if you didn't have breasts… Small, but perfectly shaped, I guess. Filled with all that sensitivity, you know? But not freakishly sexual, either…"

He blushed as he felt them bud, rubbing against his shirt until he squirmed. He moved his hands between his legs as he moved back and forth, trying to keep from screaming at the sensations flowing through his body. She smiled as she talked, growing more animated as his body continued to change, her designs slowly making him stronger yet more feminine. His hair flowing down his back, his muscles growing definition as his face changed, her words laying out physical turn offs and turn ons similar to his old ones. She wound down as he gained the courage to put his hands against his pants, resisting the urge to do anything perverted but simply pressing against it to make sure it was as she had said. He blushed at the sensation of it, the cool lips pressing against her hand as Ellie finally wound down.

"What do you know," she shrugged. "You came out perfect."

"Wha- what did you do to me?" he blushed, squirming a little as he withdrew his hand. "I'm… I'm a…"

"If you know what you are, you shouldn't have to ask what I did to you," she shrugged, smiling a little. "'Sides, what's more important to you? Soccer, or your manhood? We've still got a few uniforms ready, you know…" She shrugged, beginning to walk away. "Your choice."

He hesitated, before following after her. "Were you responsible for what happened with my coach?"


She shook her head. "Not that good, yet," she admitted. "He was just a jerk. Frankly, I wasn't even sure this was gonna work… But a girl's gotta test out her powers somehow, you know?" She shrugged. "Anyway, come on. We've gotta try out some uniforms."