Take one for the team

I got out of the pool and headed for the locker room. Practice hadn’t gone well. It hadn’t gone well all semester. It looked to me that I didn’t have what it took to be on the City University swim team. I was in danger of loosing my athletic scholarship. I was almost at the locker room door when coach Zabreski (Brenda Zabreski) asked me to come to her office now. “Oh boy, this was it.” I thought to myself. I toweled off and entered her office

“Have a seat Bill.” She motioned to a chair opposite her desk. As coach Zabreski walked around the desk to take her seat, I couldn’t help but admire her body one more time. She stood about 5’3” and had a trim athletic build. Her breasts looked to be about a C cup and were put on display nicely by her wet one-piece swimsuit. Her office was air conditioned and her nipples were getting hard.

“Let’s get right to the point Bill,” my erection wilted immediately, “I don’t think that you are going to make the team. You times are just not as good as everyone else’s and I just don’t have room for you on the team. I’m sorry.”

“Coach I-“

“Look, I know that you are trying your best. I know that you have a scholarship, but it’s just not going to work out this way.

“Coach just give me another chance. I’ll do whatever it takes, just please let me keep my scholarship. I’ll improve, its only my first year.”

“You will improve, but your teammates will improve faster. They have more ability. It's as simple as that. However … I do have some options for you that I want to discuss. You said that you would whatever it takes to stay on the team didn’t you?”

“Yes I did!”

“Well, I know a team that would love to have someone with your ability. I know a team that would have you as a star player. Sound interesting?”

“What, you want me to transfer to another school?”

“No, I want you to join another team. I want you to join … the women’s swim team.”

What the hell was she talking about?

“Think about it. Your times would be outstanding on the women’s team. You could-“

“How the hell could I join the women’s team?”

“Ah! Good question. As it turns out, according to the college athletic bylaws, you could join the women’s team if you were no longer a man—that is if you were castrated.”

“Fuck that!”

“Now wait a minute. What if I told you we could do something here and now that was relatively painless, and would make you eligible for the team. And, if you did well of course, the school would pay to have full gender reassignment surgery done for you. You would be a sexually active, attractive woman. Think about it. This could be a whole new life for you.”

This was fucked up, but it was an appealing idea—wait a minute, “Yeah, but I’m not attracted to men.”

“So be a dyke! Haven’t you always wondered what it was like to be a lesbian? Now you can be. Besides, you might change your mind about men once you have a pussy.”

She did have a point, and I’ve always secretly fantasized about being castrated. (Alright, so it’s a little contrived. Do you really want to read through 5 pages of our protagonist weighing the pros and cons of castration, or would you rather just get to the good stuff. … I thought so.)

“Alright I’ll do it.”

“Very good! I thought you would, I have your contract already prepared, just sign here.”

I was kind of excited about this. The hell with the consequences I was going to live my fantasy. I signed.

“Now you do realize that this process is irreversible once it has begun, so if you want to back out the time is now.”

“When do we start?”

“Oh you are eager aren’t you! Very well, we start right now.” Brenda reached into her desk and pulled out a jar. “This is something that the school of veterinary medicine developed that isn’t on the market yet. They use it to castrate male animals without surgery by smearing it on their genitals and rubbing it in. The hormones in the cream cause the body’s immune system to attack the sex organs while causing some secondary female sex characteristics to develop. They say it doesn’t hurt too much and it only takes about 10 minutes. We can do it right now if you like.”

I was getting so hard just thinking about it. I can see that the coach was getting aroused too. She saw the look in my eyes and walked over and locked her office door. She came back and sat on the desk straddling the corner. “Why don’t you take those off.” She pointed to my crotch and smiling with the obvious irony of what she said. The coach began to blush as I undressed. “Can I just tell you that I have been dreaming about doing this to a man ever since I heard about this stuff. Oh my!”

I had taken off my shorts and my cock was stiff and ready. I was pretty large (of course). My cock was a little larger than average, about 7 ½ inches when fully erect, but my balls were huge. They were like a pair of jumbo eggs that hung low in their sack.

The coach got off of the desk and removed her one-piece suit. She grabbed me by the balls and said, “I can’t wait to cut you down to size.”

I grabbed the back of her head, tilted her head up and kissed her. “This is going to be our little secret Billy. The school is going to know that you had a sex change. What they don’t know is that were doing it this way. That’s ok with you isn’t it?”

“Fine by me coach.”

“Call me Brenda.” She opened the jar, grabbed a handful of cream, and spread it on my cock and balls. It felt cool and tingly all that the same time. Brenda started to jerk me off and it felt good.

“Soon your balls are going to be gone and you beautiful cock will be gone too.” She was squeezing my balls with one hand and jerking me off with the other. All of the sudden I started to feel a dull ache in my balls that was getting more and more intense Brenda’s mouth hung open, and the hand that was on my balls moved to Brenda’s clit. “Oh that’s beautiful. Bill feel you nuts, quick”

I grabbed my balls and felt them. They were definitely smaller. They felt like they were shriveling up like two prunes. The pain in my balls was getting worse, and it was spreading to my dick.

“Oh Billy! I’m castrating you. I’m gonna make you my little girl. Oh, look at your wittle dickie-wickie. Does that hurt Billy?”

Relatively painless my ass, this was really painful. I sat down on the corner of the desk because I couldn’t stand any more. Then a new pain started in my chest. I was starting to grow breasts! I cupped them in disbelief.

Brenda couldn’t stop staring at my shrinking cock and balls. They were getting tiny now. She was still jerking me off, only now, she only needed 3 fingers. “I bet you wanted to fuck me with this didn’t you. Well now I’m taking it away. You’re my bitch now.”

All that dominant talk was too much for me. I was ready to cum.

“Your balls are MINE!” Then without any warning, Brenda brought her fist down on top of my shriveled nuts that were laying on her desk. The wet popping sound told us both that my shrunken balls were crushed. It wasn’t very painful, because they were so shriveled up already, and it completed my fantasy.

Thick gobs of cum shot out of my tiny cock and covered Brenda’s angry face. To my delight I got one right in her mouth. Brenda also came. She was almost screaming with pleasure as her hips bucked against her hand in spasms of delight.

The pain was almost gone. I examined my new breasts. They weren’t very big, but they would help me to pass as a woman.

After 3 seasons on the women’s swim team, Billie and Brenda both left City University and moved in with each other. Billie and Brenda became lovers, and never told anyone their little secret.