You Shouldn't Have Been So Indecisive (TG-Queen)

Kasdfdsak's monthly reward October 2023

It was your first year in college, and for the first few months it had been going pretty well, but soon the club fair would be coming up, and you would be forced to join one of the many clubs the college had to offer.

Now honestly there were so many good ones that you’d love to join, but it was so hard to narrow it down to just one club, and since you’d be stuck in it until next year's club fair, you had to pick a good one.

You’d have thought by the time the fair came around you’d have settled on one, but here you are on the day of the fair holding a clipboard with a sheet of paper with all the options of clubs, and you still can’t pick one.

You only had an hour to fill out the paper and turn it in, or else the school would pick a club for you, which would likely be one of the weird ones with nearly no members. So you do your best to try and focus.

In the end, your indecisiveness won, and you didn’t manage to pick a club before the staff in charge of collecting the forms left. You sulk a bit but enjoy the rest of the fair. The next day came, and all the students like yourself who didn’t pick a club received a letter from the staff.

You knew what it was; it was the weird club you’d be spending the next year apart of. You open the letter and read it. “Congrats, you’ve been accepted onto the female swim team! The first meeting is today at three.”

You were confused, obviously; there was a mistake, and you couldn’t join the female swim team. You tried to get in touch with the staff in charge, but they were too busy to see you, so you didn’t really know what to do.

When three came around, you decided to go to the club just to explain to the coach the situation and not get in trouble for not showing up. You walk into the pool areas and see the coach handing the girls their new swimsuits.

“Alright girls, the changing rooms are behind me. Go back there, get changed, and get back out here so we can go over some basics.” Once the girls go into the locker room, the coach notices you. “This is currently for club members only. Is there something you need?”

You tell the coach that you’re actually a member, but before you can tell her about the mix-up, she cuts you off. “No damn way they let a pervert weasel his way onto my team!” She walks away angrily.

She opens the storage shed and starts digging around. “Well screw it, you want to be a part of the team, you’re going to be.” She pulls out another female swimsuit and hands it to you. “Welcome to the team, girl; now go put this on.”

You try to protest, but the coach stands her ground, and you give in. You walk into the locker room, where all your new teammates are now in their swimsuits and just chatting. The room grows silent as they notice you.

“Is that a boy?” “What’s he doing in here?” “Is that one of our swimsuits?” “Is he going to put it on?” The talks continued as they watched you go to the back and get undressed. “Oh my gawd, he is putting it on.” “Is he a part of the team?”

You manage to ignore them and get into the swimsuit, and as embarrassing and uncomfortable as it was, you walk back out to the pool, with your new teammates behind you. “Ah, you all look great, girls. Now how about we get started?”

The coach had everyone get into the water. “Alright, first up I want to see how well each of you swims. One at a time, swim from one end of the pool and then back.” After watching nine girls go, it was now your turn. You get up off the steps and start walking into the pool all the way.

“Hehe, it’s the boy's turn; I can’t believe he’s wearing that.” “Do you see his crotch? He’s so tiny.” “How embarrassing. Is the embarrassment really worth getting to see us in swimsuits?” The girls continued to make fun of you as you started your lap.

You started off slow, but as you made your way across, you started to get faster, you actually felt lighter, and the swimsuit wasn’t as tight. As you started to make your way back, you felt really fast, and your teammates started cheering you on.

“Wow, she’s so fast!” “She could beat the school record!” “I guess it’s easy to be fast when you're that flat.” The last girl scoffed. You make it back to the steps and stand up to see the coach smiling. “Great job, girl; you’re the fastest on the team.

You seem to have the most potential, which means you’ll be the team captain from now on.” You look at the coach confused, asking her how on earth she justified making someone who identified as male, who shouldn’t even be on the team, the team captain.

“I have no idea what you're talking about; this is an all-girl team, and I made the fastest girl captain.” “Alright girls, next week we’ll start real practice; use the rest of today's time to have fun and get to know each other.” The coach placed her hand on your head.

“Welcome to the team. I think you’ll enjoy this new sisterhood and the womanhood that comes with it.” The coach walks away, leaving you confused, but before you have time to think about it, the rest of the team swarms you. “You’re so amazing! Can we be friends?” “Hey, back off here a bit.”

“Do you have any tips for those of us that are kind of slow?” You were still confused. Earlier they were making fun of you, and now they all wanted to be your friend, well, except one girl who was purposely ignoring you over in the corner.

For the remainder of the club time, you continue to be swarmed and only get free when it’s time to change. Your teammates start to make their way into the locker rooms, and you wait outside to give them time to change, but one of them notices.

“Are you going to change?” You tell her yes, but you don’t want to make it awkward for everyone. “Oh, it’s okay, we’re all girls, no one will care.” She pulls you inside, and you try to explain that you are actually a boy, but she doesn't hear a word you say.

“See, no one is paying attention, and no one cares that you’re in here.” The girl then removes her bathing suit, and you turn bright red. This was the first time you’d seen a girl naked, and she just willingly removed her clothes in front of you.

She turned and looked confused. “Well? Are you going to change or what?” You freeze up. You have no idea what to say to her. You try to figure out what to say as you stare at her as she gets dressed. “Nervous about changing in front of others? I used to be like that. How about I help you?”

She walks up behind you and grabs the top of your swimsuit. “Alright, off you go!” She tugs it down, leaving you naked. Embarrassed, you go to cover yourself, and that's when you notice your dick is gone.

No wonder everyone was suddenly okay with you being around; you had somehow become a girl. The girl who ripped your bathing suit off opened your locker, where you had put your clothes earlier, revealing the college female student uniform.

“There's your clothes. Now that you are naked, I think you can manage the rest.” You nod at her, and she ends up leaving. You start putting the clothes on since they are the only set you have, and you don’t want to be naked for long.

You look down at yourself. How did this happen? What are you supposed to do? Should you ask the coach or go to the principal? You kept going back and forth on what to do until it was too late to do anything about it today.

The next day you’d try to decide on who to ask or what to do about it, but every time you started to think about it, you’d freeze up and not end up making a decision at all. It was a shame, though; all you needed to do to turn back was talk to the coach.

She would have told you about the reality-changing swimsuit she gave you. Once put on, the wearer will become a girl for a week, and unless they put it on again, they’d turn back to normal; of course, wearing it too many times makes it permanent.

This is what’ll happen with you wearing it once or twice a week for the next year, but hey, maybe you actually like wearing the swimsuit, or maybe you like being a pretty young woman; who knows? Had you just mustered the strength to ask, you wouldn’t be spending the rest of your life as a girl. So you’ll be like this for the rest of your life, but hey, at least next year you won't have to pick a new club.