Soon the game had started and the fans were excited. The announcers made dramatic statements about what was happening and loud pump up music made it hard to hear.
Wilma wasn’t too interested in football, but she was interested in parties, and parties were always better when the home team won. Maybe she could help with that.
Out on the field Brian Bunso was playing quarterback for the State University Wenches. His bright lavender helmet glistened in the sun. He was focused hard on the game. But he was starting to feel off. His chest felt weird under his pads and it felt like straps were digging into his skin. His hands suddenly looked frail. His ass wiggled weirdly when he moved and his arm lacked the strength he was used to when he threw the ball.
His groin felt weird. He couldn’t feel his balls or cock and his underwear seemed tight. Still he had practiced many years and knew how to play. He soldiered through the first half and rushed to the locker room.
As he tried to go in the locker room the head coach stopped him. “Brianna! You know you can’t go in the men’s room!”
Brian stared at the head coach confused. Why was the head coach pointing at the women’s locker room. He wanted to protest but something in his brain compelled him to go with the flow and not say anything. He went into the women’s locker room and removed his helmet. A cascade of brown hair erupted as he did, falling to shoulder length.
Brian found a mirror. His face! He looked like a girl. A super sexy one at that. Removing his pads and shirt he saw that he was wearing a bra. The bra contained two slightly larger than average breasts which rose and fell on his chest as he breathed.
He wanted to scream in terror, but again he found his brain wouldn’t do it. What had happened. He heard footsteps behind him and swung around. It was one of the female trainers.
“Briana. Coach wants you ready for the second half. Why are you undressing.”
“Oh” Brian replied. “I felt a bit sick.” He wanted to tell her he was a man and that something had happened, but again his brain refused to let him. “I just need to pee and I’ll suit back up.”
Brian found the bathroom and lowered his pants, conforming what he feared would be the case. None of this made any sense. But damn it whatever happened he had a game to win. If he had to do it as girl then so be it.
Back in the stands Wilma was filling in Jenna about all the changes she’d made.
“I knew it!” shrieked Jenna. “I mean, of course I heard all the news about the first woman to be a starting quarterback in the NCAA but I should have known that was your doing. Wilma smirked.