Number one, and most shocking, was that I was starting to find women attractive. I had drilled into so many people being ace was not just a phase, and here I was, masturbating to some porn star I had stumbled across on the internet. My therapist said it was actually pretty natural for ace people to pick a sex to masturbate about, but even he was stumped on why I now wanted to fuck some of them. The second change was my wardrobe. Normally a button down and khakis guy, I found myself increasingly wearing t-shirts and shorts, those baggy basketball type ones. Not to mention replacing all of my sensible boxers with tight-fitting jockstraps as well. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but that attracted a crowd I really didn’t like to mingle with.
A crowd I do like to mingle with noticed something different about me too. I was using more and more slang, and not in a sarcastic way. I used “bro” and “like” much too often for the academic, and somewhat preppy, crowd, and unfortunately, we agreed to part paths when school started back up. That was fine with me, as I knew football would presumably take up a lot of my time. And there was one final change I was a bit worried about. I had taken to wearing my football uniform whenever I was at home. Everything, including the pads, went on, and afterwards, I felt so good. My therapist was a bit puzzled at the brain physiology behind this, but I told him not to worry. I feel fucking awesome!