"Whats goin on, Jess?" she smiled up at me and twirled a lock of her hair around her finger. "Well..I was wondering. Did you maybe want to go to The S...icery with me? We could play some foosball or something." Jessica looked up at me hopefully. I didn't really want to. Jessica just wasn't my type. Not a lot of girls were. I hadn't ever had a girlfriend, and no one knew it except Adam. I felt bad though, seeing as how Jessica was pretty cute and she liked me a lot. I itched my neck and looked. "O... okay I..I'll be quiet... " I whimper again and the cloth is removed. Ibreathe a sigh of relief and then find something cold dropping on my ass, Ican't help but squeal...There's another androgynous chuckle then a firm hand begins to rub the coldcream into my ass... it hurts but also feels so good on the abused skin. Thecream warms up, and with a shifting weight on the bed a second hand joinsin... "Oooh... oh... hmm...."Gods I'm almost purring, still scared but... oh... I feel them skip. "No sir," I shook my head. "I ... I really do like football, I just, uh ... I think the guys need some time, you know? About the locker room thing, I mean." Never you mind that right now." Coach shooed all those concerns away with his hand. "How bad do you want to play football?"I opened my mouth to say something, but he shushed me quick."And how bad do you want to be a boy?" Coach grinned like he'd known all my secrets all along."I..." I stared at him. I wanted to be a boy more than anything. A stare that he would no doubt have been mortified to be on the receiving end of himself."'Attack! Damn you! Attack! It's your only hope, ' screamed my mind as I stood there on the edge of collapsing in a heap."Who, may I ask said that I was staring in a lewd manner?" I demanded, my mouth springing into action at last and trying desperately to sound firm rather than snivelling.Before Ms. Chandler could say anything in response I pressed ahead, "What was going on was between consenting adults,.