He caressed her trembling leg and felt it finally go still beneath his fingers. After that, her breathing slowed, and she let out a long, slow groan.W...en her eyes fluttered open, he saw her already flushed cheeks grow even darker. She turned away from him and laughed into her hand for a moment before meeting his gaze again to say, “Oh wow.”“You taste so good,” he said. “Was that okay?”“Okay?” she asked, and closed her eyes again. A shiver rippled through her and she continued. “Ohh, that was. I was not very good but I really wanted to play and play well. So I tried and practiced alot. One of the coaches was a woman. A very masculine not very pretty woman. We all thought she might be a lesbian even though she had a husband. It was the way she acted and presented herself. Dressed like a man and acted like a man. Her name was Fran. I don't know if that is short for something or what. One day I stayed late after practice and to work on my shots on goal, throw ins and other stuff. When. I don’t mean to give the impression that we had gone very far in those directions but there had been some necking and sometimes hands had slid over backs and bottoms, but always outside of clothes. Now we began some serious kissing but we weren’t getting really carried away or anything. Just good, clean teenage fun, you might say. Anyway it was another three hours before we finally pulled apart and started back. The sun had long set, of course, but there was a bright moon and it wasn’t a. Ifelt breasts, small but pert... and as my legs came together... I feltnothing between my legs. I saw I was now wearing a bright unisexsweater, and unisex trousers and trainers. My hands as I looked weresmaller, softer. Getting up... I saw a small pool. Looking into it... Isaw in the moonlight the dim look of a teenage girl, with dark hair,and a pigtail. Looking in fear..."What the hell..."My voice was now light, but intense. I had to get help. I realized alsoI was now a teenage girl... alone.