Shane was your average, sixteen year old guy. Obsessed with girls and sports and cars. His favourite thing of
all, however, was soccer. He was so good that he was even playing for the under twenties team. That's probably
where his sister, Emily, got the idea to ask him to join her own team - the girls under twenties.
Shane laughed. "Yeah, I'll fit right in..."
"What if I could fix that?" Em asked. "So nobody would notice you didn't belong. Would you then? Please?"
Emily knew that Shane could never pass up an opportunity to play, so she wasn't surprised when he agreed.
"Great, the first game of the season starts in one hour. No close your eyes."
Shane did so, and opened them again when he was told to. He didn't feel any different, but looking in the
mirror revealed that he was no a nineteen year old blonde girl with huge tits. "Did you have to make them so
big?" Shay asked, cupping one in each hand. She was surprised by how good they felt. Was tempted to pinch her
nipples, but Em threw her uniform at her. It was a red top and white shorts, but underneath that she put on a
grey sports bra and red thong.
"Let's go play!" Shay giggled.
Shay was good, there was no denying that, but she wasn't used to her new body... it's speed, her boobs
bouncing on her chest, the hair getting in her eyes. At halftime the other team was up 2 to nothing and she
could recognize her team wasn't coming back. A wicked idea suddenly formed in her head, and she went off in
search of referee. She found him in the change room, alone.
"You're not meant to be in here." He told her, but she just smiled sweetly at him.
"That's too bad..." She said, looking him up and down with a mischievous smile. "Maybe some other time then...
but I'll have to be in a good mood." She let that hang there for a bit before checking him out once more,
winking at him and leaving. 'He wasn't too bad.' Shay thought, then slapped herself. 'You can't think like
that, this is only temporary.'
She started to jog, sensing half time would nearly be over..