The rest of school went on basically normally. Aside from your gender being changed. You weren’t use to all the boys starring at you as you walked through the halls. Feeling your boobs and but bounce was equally aquard. And it was still odd for you to see your darker slim skin every once in a while. Plus wearing such a short skirt felt embarrassing. But aside from that school progressed normally.
Until the end of the day when it was time for tennis practice.
You never played Tennis, but Anjali had.
You go into the female locker room to get ready. You take off your school uniform and see Anjali’s body naked for the first time. The Indian woman had a nice figure. She kept in shape with Tennis practice. Her skin was so smooth and dark. Her nipples were dark to.
Her skin was so smooth you didn’t find a single flaw. She didn’t even have hair on her vigina, it was as smooth as her belly and breasts. You didn’t know if she shaved it or if she was just that perfect.
A small part of you though that taking off the skirt would turn you back to normal. But that was not the case. You sigh in defeat. Still Anjali was pretty hot and sexy, your glad for this change if it means you got to see her naked.
You put on Anjali’s tennis practice gear. A white tank top with a blue skirt. You had lost your bra and didn’t know if you needed one underneath a tank top or not. Your nipples were showing through the thin white fabric making you blush red. The other women on the team eather didn’t notice or care. Some of them even seemed to be playing without wearing a bra. The skirt was even shorter than the school one, so much so you worried if you took to big a step people would see your panties.
Stretch’s went off without trouble. Anjali’s body was very limber.
Then came the actual practice. Anjali’s body moved practically on its own. Sure you were still in control, but muscle memory and reflexes had nothing on you. You could see were the ball was going before the other team even hit it back. You knew just where everyone on both sides would be and when.
Anjali’s brain clearly had a thing for padders, and now it was your brain. You didn’t care how your boobs flopped this way and that without a bra to support them. You didn’t care how your skirt flew up every time you jumped, exposing your yellow panties to everyone on the team. You didn’t care how the sweat was making your dark skin shine like chocolate. All that mattered was the ball and wear it was going.
After practice you sit on the bench legs spread wide to let the wind cool under your skirt. You groan as you rub your shoulder and take a long drink of water. Finishing the bottle before taking another breath.
The sun was being to set and you watch it smiling, legs still wide to cool your sweating dark thighs.
You were tired, but also happy.