Kyle Walked over to the line to buy lunch. He didn't have any good friends in this lunch period, so he usually just sat with guys from the football team. Getting his food at the cashier, he turned and walked to the cafeteria wall which had the most windows. Good seats. As he got closer, he found the table almost full. Only one seat left and right in the middle. Feeling self conscious, he started to walk past instead of sit down, but Zack (a linebacker) called out "Hey, Kyle, come on and sit over with us!"
Too embarrassed to say no, Kyle sat down among the now towering jocks. The conversation was on recent events, so he felt more at home as they chatted about what was occurring nationally at the league level and locally who they thought would be captain in other schools. Kyle didn't notice his voice slowly changing as he ate and chatted. A girl among jocks, now. He also didn't notice his labia start to form and his insides start to rearrange. He thought it was just the school food. Not looking at himself, but talking about familiar things an looking at familiar faces too his mind off things until the conversation turned to himself.
"What about us?" Jeremiah asked the table.
"Not Kylie, here," Zack rudely stated.
"What do you mean by that?" Said Kyle, noticing his voice was now feminine.
"No offense, but you're in no condition. As if you can't tell." Another lineman added.
Now realizing how different he was, Kyle also realized he definitely felt very different... where it mattered.
Zack leaned back and took a look at Kyle, "I'm more likely to ask you on a date than ask you what play to run!"
Another player piped up: "Yeah, Kylie wouldn't even be able to see over the other team's lineup!"
"Stop, guys," Kyle muttered. Why did they call me Kylie?
"Alright, alright." Zack said, patting Kyle on the shoulder. "No more jokes." All the table smiled, some ogled.
The conversation returned to national league matters, but Kyle sat there quietly and ate. Whenever he looked up, he felt weird. The guys were just that. Guys. But why was he thinking of their arms and their faces like this... it wan't right. He was attracted to them? It was getting bad, so he tried to focus on looking out the windows at the girls eating in the sun. They looked good, too. Too? This was bad. His mind started going down paths he really didn't like and he wasn't being helped by his physiology. A hard on was slowly growing no matter what he did. He looked up and caught one of the players staring at his breasts. The guy looked away fast, but Kyle felt an excitement somewhere he hadn't before.
He was getting wet. He couldn't keep his mind off doing things with penises. That was new. It terrified him how much it didn't bother him.
Scooping up the last of the corn on his tray, he ate it and got up to throw away his trash. Before he could, Zack put a firm hand on his shoulder. "I'll get it. Don't worry about it."
He took the tray and walked off. Kyle sat there, awkwardly for a moment and then got up. "Bye... guys." He turned and left as a few boys said goodbye. Walking to the doors of the lunch hall, Kyle saw the faces of girls he knew and had fucked. He couldn't not think of doing it again... but in his current state.
He stopped, waiting for the period bell so he could go to his locker. He saw himself in a reflection. His face was practically unrecognizable. More like a family resemblance. His breasts weren't done, yet, which was starting to worry him. Her? "I'm a boy," he said under his breath, more convincingly than he thought was possible, just then.
The bell rang.