Bill heard his sister's bedroom door slamming as he trudged up the stairs following a hard
day at school and cursed her very existence as always. He didn't know if he could be
bothered going to football practice today, but he knew that not showing would only
prolong his usual misery in the classroom the next day.
As he entered his room, he saw by the clock on the table by his bed that he wasn't going
to have time to change before going. Great - he'd have to use the locker room at the
sports center, which he hated. He hadn't quite entered puberty yet and he hated other
people seeing his little boy peepee. He'd have to hope it wasn't busy, he figured, picking
up his clothes off the floor, pushing them into his bag, and running out the door just in
time to catch the next bus.
Finding a quiet corner in the locker room, Bill quickly removed his clothes and dressed
before anyone could see him, grimacing as the little worm between his legs caught his eye
and he pulled the jockstrap over it. He thought he felt a weird tickle as the elastic snapped
over his waist, but he just ignored it and put his other clothes on, walking out to join the
others.
As the coach did his usual angry pep talk, Bill found the weird tickle around his crotch
getting more and more noticeable. He had to adjust himself, thinking he'd probably just
stowed himself badly in the rush; and as he pushed his equipment around to a more
comfortable set-up, he felt the strangest *pop*, and for the briefest moment felt that
finally his private affairs were in order ... in fact, he suddenly felt more comfortable down
there than ever before ...
But the feeling didn't last long before a voice behind him cried out,
"Oh my God Little Billie's peeing his pants!"
There was a commotion of laughs, gasps, and sure enough though he'd had no idea of
needing to go, Bill felt his hand between his legs suddenly wet and he looked down to see
a puddle rapidly forming at his feet. He felt his face going beet red as he looked around at
everyone pointing at him even as they backed away from the building puddle. He didn't
seem to be able to stop himself, and he ran back to the locker room clutching with both
his hands between his legs, but at the same time scrambling around wondering where the
hell his dick was.
Safe in a bathroom cubicle, he pulled down his shorts and the jockstrap and following
some new instinct he just planted his butt down on the toilet seat, where the pee just kept
on flowing, like a gushing waterfall beneath him. He heard the laughter from outside
approaching closer and then the first comments from right outside the door,
"Aww, did Biwwie have a accident?"
"Did your little peepee go for a peepee?"
Bill started to cry and immediately hated himself for doing such a baby girl. He really
didn't need, then, to see what he saw when finally he looked down between his legs to see
if he'd stopped peeing yet, since he couldn't feel anything happening down there anymore,
though he still heard a trickling sound.
Bill let out a scream more girly than anything he'd ever made his sister Erika release
through his brotherly torments. Suddenly he couldn't stop screaming, and again his hand
was scrambling between his legs, brushing over a newly formed puffy crevice, refusing to
believe what he saw, his penis seemed to have disappeared completely and he had the
privates of a little girl - like Erika had had the last time he'd seen her naked, years ago -
they were still a little wet and dripping, and the last thing Bill remembered before passing
out were two giggling faces of his so-called friends peeking over the top of the cubicle to
see the cry-baby.