He'd gone through it all before but somehow it felt entirelydifferent knowing he had done it intentionally this time, knowing everychange had been bec...use he had made it happen. It twisted his gut in aknot for some reason, as his chest and nether regions started to tingleand built pressure he felt he'd crossed a line somehow welcoming thetransformations about to complete of his own free will and was nowentirely incapable of stopping it. He held his hands against his chestknowing full well it. "Mrs. Monroe will show them to your office when they arrive." "Good, good.” He sounds a bit distracted as looks back at his papers. "Please, put the folders on the conference table." I do as I'm told and then wait for further instructions without disturbing his reading. I learnt a long time ago, that this is what he prefers. A few minutes later he is finished and puts the papers in the pile designated for archiving. I smile. He is always so controlled, so particular about his order. But that. I am second to the last in line as I watch what is happening. They are weighed taped, and sent to a large mat and graded on pushups and setups.It is finally my turn as I am weighed. I already decided that I don’t want to play for this team if they treat their players this way. Or am I being a pussy? I stand on the scale as a bar is pulled to measure my height.“Name,” the guy barks at me.“Shields, George, no middle name, Drill Sergeant!” I bark back in my best Army imitation as the guy smirks at. I was simply shocked and caught red-handed. How did she come to know about this? I had anyone seen me doing that at that time? How could this happen? Hard to find any words, I was numbed, when she herself declared that that day she was not sleeping actually. She had just kept her eyes closed, but she was awake, all of a sudden when I had landed the kiss on her rosy cheek.I don’t know what to say to my little sis who was just 2 years younger than me. Suddenly, she texted me oh brother, chill..