As I entered the locker room, my teammates had already showered and were leaving for the day. I entered the locker room and told my last teammates bye... I was worn out. Coach Kennedy told me to come to his office. He told me the only reason he was so tough on me was I had the potential to be the best on the team. As I moaned, Coach told me to lay down on the massage table and he would give me a quick rubdown. I took off my pads and stripped down to my jockstrap. Coach grabbed some oil and rubbed. She took the picture, got the phone back to him. He didnt look or anything, she said she would be here next week, he said thats cool and that was the end of their conversation. I have more exciting stories, and this does indeed lead to some very fun shit, but I hope Im not boring yall with the details. Once again, I cant write worth a damn, I find other sex stories to sound too Penthouse anyway, and this being real feels more fluid to me. As soon as Carol got through her period and started up. We talked about various things such as my job and her deceased husband. While we were talking she suddenly asked me how long I have been a crossdresser. I was drinking a glass of juice she gave me and I almost spit it out. She said it’s ok to tell her because her husband was a cross-dresser too. Then I mustered my courage and told her that I started cross dressing when I was 12 using my moms and sisters clothes and never stopped since. She said it’s fine and if I need any teaching in wearing. The swimming competition had been exciting. Now, about thirty parents and students were relaxing in the pool, some swimming lengths but most just were standing in the water and chatting to friends. Then came the incident. The one Jenny Howe and others were about to regret. 42-year-old Jenny Howe looked around. She hadn’t seen 16-year-old Emma when she did her water bomb and had jumped right on to her. She was horrified at what she had done, for two reasons. First because she may have really.