A Revenge - Feminizing A Dirty Football Player - Part 1

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SUMMARY - Josh, high school stud football player, thinks all the cheerleaders are his. After forcing himself on Amy Hanson, she decides to not report him to the cops but to make him suffer. Many years later, Dr. Amy Hanson gets her revenge.

The crowd was on its feet.  This was the final game for the state championship.  Madison High was favored by a narrow margin and it looked like they were going to pull it off.  Eastern High's only hope was their All-State quarterback, Josh Thomas.  But even his magnificent passing ability might not get them the yardage they needed to score, especially since the Madison defenders had to know a pass was Eastern's only hope.

Josh glanced over at the sidelines to check the game clock.  Five seconds remained in the game.  Sweat trickled down the back of his neck.  They were trailing by 4.  The coach had told them before the game that there were scouts from Notre Dame, Michigan, Texas, UCLA, and Florida State in the stands.  Josh knew this was his big chance – if he won this game he'd be getting offers from the best college football programs in the country and would be on the road to a Heisman trophy and a first-round NFL draft pick; if he blew it, with his dismal grades

he'd be lucky to land a job at the Jiffy Lube down the road.

His gaze traveled over the Eastern cheerleaders, trying to distract himself from the pressure he was under.  He'd slept with most of them. They were bouncing and yelling in a frenzy just now; giving their all to inspire the team to one final, nearly impossible, score.  His eyes lingered over the girl in the middle, Amy Hanson.  He stared at her nice tight ass as she moved it in a sexy little figure eight.  The way she worked her hips, shimmied her tits, and wiggled her butt made Josh lick his lips unconsciously.  He felt his cock begin to throb pleasantly just thinking how he'd like to give her something to wriggle on.

``Hey Thomas!  Wake up man!''  one of the linemen jabbed him playfully in the arm, breaking the trance.  Josh shook his head throwing droplets of sweat from his hair.  He pulled his helmet back on and hunched down into the huddle.  He called the play, a pass, clapped his hands, and broke the huddle.

His entire future was riding on the next five seconds.  He felt like time had slowed to a crawl.  He called the signals and took the snap, dropped back, and scanned the field.  The blocking from the front line was holding back the defenders, he had time.  But each receiver he checked was covered.  Nobody was open.  Then a Madison defender broke through the line and came charging toward him.  He pumped his arm and

dodged to the right, evading the tackle.  He looked downfield once more, feeling desperate now.  Still nobody open.  He sensed, rather than actually saw, the defensive player running toward him from the left.  It was all coming unraveled.

``Fuck it!''  He tucked the ball close to his body and broke into a run.  He could hear the grunts from the Madison players right on his heels, but he didn't risk a glance back to see how close they were.  He narrowly dodged a tackler who loomed up in his path and somehow found the energy to accelerate his pace, running on adrenaline and a will to win.  He felt a rush of power come over him.  It was like the time he'd tried coke he was invincible.

He saw the goal line coming closer and closer, he was almost there. But there were two defenders converging on his path.  There was no time to dodge.  He lowered his head, tucked the ball tighter into his stomach, and charged ahead with grim determination.

``Ooof!''  He felt the collision in every cell of his body as all the air rushed out of his lungs.  Somehow he kept his footing and plunged ahead with his last ounce of strength.  He saw the broad white line pass beneath him just as he felt himself falling.  He hit the ground with a massive bone-jarring thud and slid for several feet before coming to a stop.  His arms ached from clutching the ball and he couldn't breathe.  He rolled over on his back and let go of the ball as he dimly heard the whistleblowing.  He lay still for an eternity, gasping air.  The crowd's roar was like a physical force.

``TOUCHDOWN!'' the P.A. system was blaring, ``Josh Thomas with a seventy-five-yard run wins the game for Eastern High!''

``Great game, Josh!''  Ben Langston called over his shoulder on his way out of the locker room.

``Thanks, Ben!  See ya at the party!''

Josh was the last to leave the locker room.  He was still in a daze from all the well-wishers congratulating him, pounding his back, shaking his hand.  He grabbed his letter jacket off the hook in his locker and slammed the door closed, giving the combination lock a spin. He checked himself out in the mirror a final time.  He liked what he saw, and knew the girls did too.  He was six feet, three inches tall, muscular but not bulky, with a square jaw, deep blue eyes, and straight black hair neatly cut.  His dates usually compared him to a taller, stronger, Tom Cruise.  Satisfied with his appearance, he left the locker room and just stood for a moment, savoring the memory of his victory in the silence of the deserted gym.

He was walking toward the exit when the door to the girl's locker room swung open and there was Amy.  Pretty as ever.  Haughty as always. He'd asked her out a couple times earlier in the year but she always refused.  Once she even turned down a date because she said she had to study - what a lame excuse!  She was just a stuck-up bitch who thought herself too good for a poor dumb jock like him.  He could take his pick of any girl in school so why should he waste his time on one who didn't want him?  But tonight was different.  Tonight was magical, nothing was beyond his reach tonight.  He made up his mind, he was going to have her.

Amy didn't notice Josh standing there watching her.  She thought she was the only one left in the gym.  She was in a foul mood from listening to the other cheerleaders chattering about the upcoming victory party.  They'd all been gushing over that steroid case, Josh Thomas.  It was sickening to hear them speculating among themselves over who was going to spend the night with him - she must be the only one who HADN'T had the dubious thrill of a Josh Thomas fucking.

She also knew about the college scouts who'd been watching tonight's game, and that only made her mood worse.  After tonight Josh, who probably had a 1.5 GPA, would get a full scholarship to any college he chose.  That thought had been eating at her even while she made a spectacle of herself cheering for him to win.  She HATED cheerleading, but the guidance counselor at school and all the college admission guidebooks said a person had to be 'well-rounded' to get into a top college.  So she cast off her dignity, put on a pretty smile, and gyrated out there just like the little airheads whose only thoughts were of clothes, partying, and snagging the best boyfriend.  Not that she couldn't have any boy she wanted to eat out of her palm.  She was a very attractive girl, 5'10'' tall and willowy, with long straight brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a classically lovely face.  In fact, she was pretty enough to be a model if she had wanted to, except that she despised the notion of becoming a brainless bimbo earning her living on looks alone.  Her self respect just wouldn't permit her to even consider that career path.

In fact, on many occasions, she hated the way she looked and the way she seemed to affect men.  They always seemed to notice her beauty and never take her seriously.  This particularly irked her since she had a brilliant mind and excelled at subjects that were traditionally male-dominated.  Science and mathematics were her passion and she was determined to make a name for herself with her mind, not her body.  But it was hard work.  She'd organized her life around a carefully thought out campaign to get into the best college and eventually go on to get her doctorate and work in research.  Her studies and the extra-curricular activities she'd chosen to make herself that mythical 'well-rounded student' left her no time for socializing so she ended up with no close friends and no sexual experience whatsoever.  All of which was why she was so resentful of jocks like Josh Thomas who seemed to have life presented to them on a silver platter.

Lost in her da With her mind preoccupied with her dark mood, she wasn't watching where she was going.  She was fumbling in her purse for her car keys and so lost in thought about how unfair it was for a near moron like Josh to be so heavily recruited by colleges, that she nearly bumped into him.  She noticed him at the last second and recoiled in fright.  Her purse slipped from her hands Her purse slipped from her hands and the contents scattered across the floor.

``Oh shit!''  she squeaked, ``You scared me!''

``It's okay, Amy'' Josh made a little waving motion, ``It's me, Josh.''

``Yeah, well look what you made do!''  she gestured angrily at the mess from her purse strewn across the floor.

He crouched down and started gathering up her things feeling angry at being talked to in that tone.  Who did she think she was, tearing into him like that?  It wasn't like he MADE her drop her stupid shit.  His resentment increased as she just stood there, watching imperiously while he collected all the spilled junk.

Finally, he rose and held out a double handful of cosmetics, hairbrush, and whatnot for her to put back in her purse.  She accepted them without even a word of thanks and began cramming them back into her purse.  ``Some game, eh?''  he grinned, hoping to salvage the situation.  He glanced down her low cut top and was rewarded with a tantalizing glimpse of her firm round breasts.  He felt his cock rising, straining uncomfortably against the fabric of his jeans.  He mentally crossed his fingers and decided to go for it -- now was as good a time as any.  ``Ummm...  There's this party?  Y'know? Everybody's gonna be there.  Wanna come?''

She looked up from rearranging her purse and stared at him in disdain. This was the final straw.  She just completely blew up.  ``With you? Big football hero.  Mr.  Studmuffin.  Every girl in school just dying for your touch.  God's gift.  Yeah, right!  Bad enough that every college in the country will be begging a D student to PLEASE accept a full scholarship while I'll have to work my butt off to pay tuition, now you want to rub my nose in it by having me as your trophy date. Maybe even fucking me so you can complete your cheerleader collection? But then you're a jock and I'm just the class valedictorian.  Get a clue!  How many times do I have to turn you down before you figure it out?  I'm not going out with you!  So go find one of your little sluts and leave me alone!''

He kept silent as she berated him, getting angrier with every word. Finally, she finished talking and started to brush past him and he reached out and grabbed her arm.

``Bitch!''

``Get your hands off me you ape!''  she sneered, jerking her shoulder away from his grasp.

He made another grab for her and caught her blouse, pulling it hard. He had only meant to stop her from walking away, give himself a chance to respond to her tirade with a few insults of his own.  But her blouse ripped open at the neckline, exposing most of the tops of her breasts. She just stared at him, gasping indignantly, too shocked to react for several breaths.  He glanced down at her tits and grinned lewdly.  When she noticed him leering at her chest she felt a hot blush of embarrassment spreading over her face, down her neck, and onto her breasts.  Josh grinned even wider as her boobs took on a rosy glow.

She swung her arm as hard as she could, wanting with all her being to knock the smile off his face.  But his athlete's reflexes were too fast for her.  He brought his free arm up to block the intended slap, trapping her hand a foot from his cheek.  His large hand, used to gripping a football, easily encircled her wrist in an unbreakable grip.

``Let me go, Asshole,'' she hissed in icy fury.

Josh tightened his hold on her arm.  The elation over tonight's victory gave him a heady feeling of invulnerability.  Looking down at the pretty girl helplessly struggling in his grasp made him feel powerful and aroused him enormously.  His cock throbbed, hard as a rock.

``C'mon Amy.  You're a cheerleader.  You're supposed to INSPIRE me to perform.  Show a little team spirit.''

Amy huddled in the locker-room sobbing softly to herself.  She had already showered the blood off her crotch and thighs from her stolen virginity.  But her vagina still stung from the memory of his cock savagely thrusting into her.

She considered going to the police but rejected that idea.  The last thing Josh had said before he left to go to the victory celebration was that he knew a dozen people who'd swear Amy had begged him for sex if she tried to make any trouble for him.  She thought he probably could get away with it too.  Josh was the most popular guy in school.  And she had no illusions about her own popularity, most everybody thought she was stuck-up and would probably secretly congratulate Josh for taking her down a peg.

She decided against the police for another reason.  Even if Josh was wrong and people believed her, the worst that would happen to him would be a few years in jail.  She didn't want justice served.  She wanted Josh to SUFFER. She wanted to take everything away from him that he loved.  She wanted to leave him with nothing, not even hope.  And she wanted him to live with that for a long, long time.

No, she didn't want Josh Thomas dead, not at all.  That was much too good for him.

Josh walked into the training camp meeting room with the attitude of a king making his entrance at court.  The Dallas Wranglers were the most popular football team in America and Josh had been their most popular player for more years than he could remember.  He scanned the room, nodding to old teammates, trying to fit names on the draft to new faces.  The new recruits seemed younger every year.  One rookie, he recognized easily.  Billy Joe Coleson.  He was at the back of the room, slouched back in his chair with a look of smug confidence on his face. It wasn't any big secret that the Wranglers' first-round draft pick was a quarterback -- and that Josh had spent almost half of last season on the injured list.

So far nothing was official.  He knew he couldn't stay on top forever. At 39 years old he was already being written off by many sportswriters as over the hill.  But Josh was determined to keep his job.  He would just have to work harder, use his experience to prove to the world he could still do a better job than any kid fresh out of college.  He refused to even consider retirement, football was his entire life.  He was nobody if he couldn't be Josh Thomas, five-time Superbowl winning quarterback.

Retirement seemed like a death sentence to him.  He just couldn't imagine life as a 'normal' person.  His life had been a string of fast cars, willing women, and extravagant spending.  But for all his lovers, he had no wife or family he could rely on to stand by him if he left football.  No woman could put up for very long with his blatantly unapologetic infidelities and non-stop partying with his buddies.  Josh thought of women as things put on earth for his amusement -- if he pissed one-off, there was always another waiting in line.

Somewhere deep in his heart, he knew that if his football career ended he'd soon piss away his good looks and his health because of the profligate lifestyle he led when not in training.  He had no illusions that he could go into broadcasting or business, he just wasn't articulate or smart enough.  Out of the limelight and with nothing left to do but pursue his wild lifestyle, he'd soon become one of those fat old rich guys who only got women because of their money.  Women weren't interested in a has-been unless they could buy them things.  But despite his age he still had talent, and he knew he still had a few years at the top.  There was no way he was going to be forced into retirement by Billy Joe Coleson or any other rookie.

Coach Turner strutted in and everybody took their seats.  This was the very first team meeting of the new season and he always liked to establish his authority early, putting the cocky young rookies in their places and squashing any show of rebellion from veterans who might have ideas about contract negotiations.  He was followed by his assistant coaches, team trainers, and coaching staff.  The last person to enter the room caused a stir among the players, she was a new face among the support people and extremely attractive.  There was a chorus of appreciative whistles and muttered sexual suggestions.

``Okay you guys, cut the chatter,''  Turner growled, and seemed satisfied with the respectful silence that descended over the room. ``Since you've already noticed we have a new member of the staff, allow me to introduce Dr.  Hanson.  She's accepted the position of Sports Medicine Consultant to the organization.  She's been given full authority by the management.  You do what she says or you don't play, it's as simple as that.  We're lucky to have her -- she's a Nobel Laureate, the very best there is.  You've all been scheduled for appointments with her, check on the board after the meeting for your day and time.  Now, on to other things.''

Turner talked for almost an hour, laying down the law.  Josh listened distractedly, he'd heard it all before.  He idly wondered what the hell a 'Nobel Laureate' was, and what she'd feel like wrapped around his cock.  Sports medicine had improved rapidly during his career -- without some of the new technology, he would never have been able to continue playing as long as he had already.  Maybe this sexy new consultant had some medical magic that would let him keep his edge.  He decided to check it out as soon as possible, so when the meeting broke up, Josh made his way to the front for a personal introduction to the team's newest trainer.

Up close she looked vaguely familiar, but most beautiful women seemed alike to Josh.  She had a very young and vibrant look to her and seemed amazingly self-confident.  Josh flashed his sexiest smile and took her hand.  ``Nice to meet you, Doctor.  I'm Josh Thomas, starting quarterback.''

She smiled at him warmly and laughed lightly.  `Oh, Josh!  Don't be such a tease!  We went to high school together, silly.  I was a cheerleader.  Don't tell me you don't remember the night of the big game?  State championships against Madison?  It's me, Amy Hanson!''

Josh looked confused for several seconds before recognition dawned on his face.  This woman would have to be as old as himself but she sure didn't look it.  He thought he should remember her, but he couldn't be sure it was over twenty years since high school.  He did remember the game she mentioned, that had cinched his scholarship to Notre Dame. He'd fucked one of the cheerleaders that night too that had been some hot sex!  He remembered they'd been in some kind of a fight.  She'd started out screaming mad at him for some reason but once they got down she'd really loved it.  Was that Amy Hanson?  He'd had so many women over the years that they all sort of blurred together in his memory. He'd fucked every single member of the cheerleading squad that year, so if she said she was a cheerleader then they must have done it.  He grinned slyly, thinking of the possibilities.  Maybe he could get a taste of the new team Doctor 'for old time's sake'.  But he'd have to play it by ear not all his conquests of cheerleaders had ended amicably, some of them had acted downright nasty when he'd fucked them and then moved on.

``Amy!  Of course, I remember you!''  he lied, still trying to remember the details of their relationship together.

``Well, I should hope so!''  she moved in closer and gave him a very friendly hug.  ``We'll have to get together sometime and talk about old times.''

Just then she was called off by Turner and she gave Josh a parting smile before she turned and walked away.  He didn't see how the smile changed to a look of triumph when her head was turned.  She had pulled it off beautifully, so far.  The groundwork for her revenge had been laid years before.  She'd never gone to the police or acted in any way resentful towards him throughout the remainder of their senior year. She never gave him a reason to think she was plotting revenge.  He was so sure of himself and his sexual prowess that he never suspected a thing. She'd followed his career as closely as possible over the years.  She knew about his sexual antics.  There'd probably been many other women who'd been raped or otherwise coerced into the great Josh Thomas's bed. He was definitely the type of man who really believed that 'no' from a woman meant she was just playing hard to get.  Was he in for a surprise?

Josh awkwardly leaned over the examination table.  His pants were around his ankles, hobbling him and making him feel more vulnerable than if he were completely nude.

``Just be calm, Josh,'' Amy said sweetly, as she circled his wrists with straps and buckled them shut.  ``This is a precaution so you won't flinch and injure yourself.''

She patted his cheek and went around to the other side of the table, talking as she fiddled with her instruments.  ``Since this is your first visit I have to take some samples.  You might have heard gossip in the locker-room about my muscle restorative technique.  The entire team will be receiving treatments twice a week.  The formula is tailored to your individual body chemistry.  An old veteran like yourself, with many old injuries and aches and pains, should notice some remarkable changes.''

Amy stood behind him.  He cringed as he heard the SNAP! of a rubber glove being fitted onto her hand.

``Now just relax, Josh.  You've probably done almost the same thing to dozens of women over the years,'' her voice had assumed a disdainful tone, dripping acid.

Involuntarily Josh rose onto tiptoes as her finger slid smoothly into his ass.  He was mortified to realize that his cock had sprung to full erection at the embarrassing invasion.  A moan escaped his lips.

Sliding her finger slowly in and out of his anus, she reached around with her other hand and grasped his cock.  He felt the cool smoothness

of her latex encased fingers gently sliding along his shaft.  He felt totally helpless, a feeling which was alien to him.  Surely this wasn't part of the physical examination?

``My!  You're so tense, Stud,'' Amy breathed into his ear as she continued to pump his ass and stroke his throbbing hard-on.  ``How's it feel to be fucked, Football Hero?''

Her tone had taken on a malevolence that worried Josh.  Was she into some weird kinky shit?  He had to keep calm, not give her the satisfaction of seeing his fear.  But he swore to himself once she let him loose he'd be damned if she'd lay hands on him again.  She can just forget about giving him any of her treatments!

Josh didn't see Amy's face as she stood behind him working his cock and ass.  If he had he might have asked Turner to trade him rather than continue playing for the same team that she worked for.  She felt a sense of triumph as she heard Josh groan.  When his body shuddered and his cock spasmed in orgasm she bit her lip to keep from laughing.

Her revenge was ready to begin.

Josh shifted uncomfortably.  He nervously folded and unfolded a slip of paper.  In bold type was written ``Notice of Suspension without pay''. He'd been waiting in Coach Turner's outer office for over an hour. He'd never had to wait before, just walked right in, but Turner's secretary had been adamant.  Finally, the door to the inner office swung open and Billy Joe Coleson walked out followed by the coach.  Turner patted Coleson on the back in a friendly manner.

``Good practice Billy Joe.  Your passing game is really improving.''

``Thanks, Coach!''  Coleson flashed Josh a smug look and walked off.

Josh was immediately on his feet.  ``What is this Coach?''  he asked, waving the suspension notice at Turner.

``You refused treatment by the team Doctor.  That's in violation of your contract.  Your salary's forfeit and you're subject to a $25,000 fine for each day in default.  Retroactive.''  Turner was cold.  He was notorious for his ruthless methods of maintaining discipline among the players.

``But that woman's crazy Coach!  She's some sort of psycho!  You got no idea what she did to me!''

``Tell it to your Momma, boy, cause I don't give a fuck.  None of the other players have any problem with Dr.  Hanson.  This organization has no room for a prima donna who refuses to follow the training program laid out for him.  It doesn't matter how many Superbowl rings you have, if you can't follow orders then pack your bags.  And good luck finding another coach willing to take on a 39-year-old quarterback who's a-scared of a goddamn woman doctor.''  Now the coach looked at Josh contemptuously and continued in a threatening tone of voice.  ``If a little bitty 120-pound bitch can scare the shit out of the mighty Josh Thomas maybe it's time we looked for a quarterback with a bit more fight in him.  Billy Joe Coleson doesn't refuse to show up for his medical appointments.''

Josh felt trapped.  He either had to quit the team or do what Coach was ordering him.  The coach did have a point.  She was only a woman.  He'd just have to be extra careful dealing with her from now on.

``All right Coach.  I'll keep my appointments with Hanson from now on.''

``See that you do.  I'll tell accounting to reinstate you as soon as I've had confirmation from the Doctor that you're following your training regimen.  'Course they'll deduct the fine before reinstating your salary.  Now get the hell out of my sight while I'm feeling generous.''

Josh stood under the hot spray of the shower.  Today's practice had been fantastic.  He felt invigorated.  He hadn't had a workout like this in ages.  For more years than he cared to think about he'd been plagued by aches and pains from previous injuries.  It was the fate of every professional athlete in a sport as physically demanding as football.  Every year the pain got worse and you learned to live with it, but sooner or later it got to be too much and some eager young guy came along who hadn't yet had his first knee surgery and your career was over.

Josh was tired from the day's exertions but he wasn't in pain.  He felt like a kid again.  Lately, all the older veterans were saying the same thing.  It was as if all the trauma suffered by their bodies over the years of grueling seasons in the NFL had been erased.  And they all credited Dr.  Amy Hanson for the miracle.

Josh had returned to Hanson, sullen and wary but determined to endure the worst for the sake of his career.  She had been businesslike but smugly condescending.  Both of them had known who held the upper hand. She hadn't tried anything like at their first meeting.  She'd simply given him a fairly normal medical exam and finished it with a shot in his ass.  She told him to show up every Monday and Thursday at the same time for further treatments.

He'd been back six times since then and each time had been the same, a quick physical check followed by an injection in his buttocks.  He asked around the locker-room and learned that virtually every player went through the same drill when they received their treatment.  They'd all been told the injections were individually formulated mixtures of vitamins, enzymes, and muscle restoratives.  The treatment was based on her Nobel winning biomedical research and was designed to reduce the effects of injury and restore the body's systems to peak performance. It systematically removed keloid scar tissue, calcium deposits, and other trauma found in the body molecule by molecule.  At the same time, it worked from the patient's own cellular patterns as a blueprint to repair muscle cells that were stretched, skin that had sagged, and various other problem conditions, to restore a body to prime working order.

Much as he despised her for what she'd done, Josh had to admit that Amy must know her stuff.  The entire team was playing at their very best. He still felt nervous whenever he had to visit the team Doctor.  But she remained coolly professional, albeit with an air of superior arrogance.  Perhaps she felt that the first humiliating experience was sufficient to exact her revenge for whatever grudge she bore him and was now content to just do her job.  He hoped that was so because the Coach was Hanson's biggest supporter.  The season hadn't even started and already Turner was making Superbowl plans.

``Mmmm.  Your skin's so soft.  Not at all like I expected on a big football star.''

The little blonde ran her fingers over Josh's chest.  He glanced down in the dim light and confirmed once more that there seemed to be much less hair on his chest than he remembered.  She circled his nipple and he felt an electric thrill of passion.  His nipples hadn't ever felt so sensitive.  The girl teasingly kissed her way down to his cock and began sucking him back to erection and he stopped thinking.

Sometime later he heaved a mighty sigh of contentment.  His breathing was slowly returning to normal and he stroked the girl's hair affectionately.  He couldn't remember her name.  She was some bimbo he'd picked up in the hotel bar after the game.

``That was real nice, Sugar.  But I need my sleep now.  Got an early flight in the morning.''

She pouted prettily at him.  Her cheek was still resting on his thigh and he could feel her breath warm against his cock.  She stroked her palm over Josh's smooth chest a final time and rose to get dressed.

He propped himself up in bed and watched her as she dressed.  The girl was young and buxom and ripe, very pretty, and very passionate in bed. She was a fitting reward for today's game.  It was their first exhibition game and they'd thoroughly trounced the other team.  Josh had completed 28 passes out of 32 - 5 of them for touchdowns.  He was playing better than ever.

He had noticed before how his body hair was thinning.  His beard was much sparser too, and he could now go several days before needing a shave.  Also, hair was starting to grow back in spots on his head.  He hadn't been bald but his hairline had been receding slightly.  Enough for his macho vanity to notice.  But now he had the same thick head of hair as he'd had at 18.

When he questioned Amy about it she said it was possibly a mild side effect of the restorative injections.  That seemed logical since his body felt so young maybe his hair was going back to how it'd been as a young man.  This theory seemed to hold since several other players were regrowing bald spots.  One lineman who had been almost completely bald now had practically a full head of hair.  The others joked with him about joining the hair club for men.  In any case, it didn't seem to be a problem since everyone was playing so well.  The only thing that bothered Josh was that he hadn't noticed any of the other players were losing their body hair.

He put it out of his mind as the girl kissed him good night and gave him her phone number.  She asked him to call the next time he was in town. He tossed the paper in the wastebasket as soon as she was out the door. She was good, but she wasn't THAT good.  There was always another pretty little slut just begging to be fucked by a celebrity like Josh.

``Two!  Twenty Nine!''

Josh looked left, then right.  He was crouched over the center, calling the audible.  His running-back was in motion, in perfect rhythm with the timing of the play.  Everything was working brilliantly, everyone playing at their peak.  They were up by three touchdowns and it wasn't even half-time yet.  It was the second game of the regular season and the entire team was totally pumped for victory.

``Two!  Thirteeeeeeen!''

His voice cracked!  The last number had come out in a shrill soprano. The man in motion skipped a beat, nearly tripping himself in his surprise.  Josh tried to collect himself and go on with the play.

``Hutt!  Hutt!  Hutt!''

The words sounded as though they'd been screamed out by a teenage girl. He took the snap, faded back, and searched downfield for his receivers. But his concentration was broken and his timing was off.  He ended up

missing a wide-open receiver and trotted off the field as the kicking team came up.

On the sidelines, Josh coughed, drank some Gatorade, spat, and tried his voice.  It still sounded suspiciously high-pitched.  When a teammate asked what was wrong he shrugged and said he thought he might be catching a cold.  He finished the game, struggling to keep his voice as deep as possible and sounding like a girl imitating a man.

He only completed half his passes during the rest of the game and failed to score any more.  The defense managed to salvage their lead and they won by 4 points.

``Room service.  How may we help you?''

``Yes, this is room three-oh-three.  I'd like a bottle of scotch and some ice, please.''  Josh needed a drink desperately but he hadn't wanted to deal with the crowds in the hotel bar.

``Right away, Miss.  Will there be anything else for the lady this evening?''

``It's SIR! I'm a man dammit!  And no, nothing else.''

``Yes Miss`a errr`a Sir.  Sorry, Sir.''

Josh slammed the phone down and fumed until the booze was delivered. He didn't tip the waiter.

Josh lay on his back, hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. A pretty brunette was snuggled up to his side.  He felt the softness of her breasts against his own soft, sensitive, nearly hairless skin.  She idly ran the fingers of one hand through his hair, with the other hand she toyed with his limp cock.  Her touch felt wonderful, his cock seemed even more sensitive than ever lately.  But no matter how she fondled it, rubbed it, sucked on it, it stubbornly refused to get hard.

``Don't worry, Hon.  Things like this happen to all guys.  You gotta be under a lot of stress these days.  Everybody's out to beat the Wranglers.  But you really showed them today, Baby!  I never saw anybody play so hard as you guys did today.''

She smiled up at him, obviously trying to cure his impotence with flattery.  He didn't answer her.  He very rarely spoke at all these days.  When he did he tried to affect a deep voice that ended up sounding fake.  He had heard some of his teammates talking about him. Their new nickname for him was ``Squeaky''.  But only behind his back, he was still the number one quarterback in the NFL after all.

The girl hadn't given up yet.  She continued to fondle him, cupping his shaft in her palm and teasing his balls with her fingertips.  She nibbled his ear and crooned softly to him, like a mother reassuring a child.

``If you're embarrassed about your size, don't be, Lover.  Size isn't important.  I LIKE cute little cocks like yours.''

All his life he'd been proud of his cock.  It used to be nearly ten inches long when erect.  But he hadn't had an erection in almost a week.  About ten days ago, while he was still in shock over his voice change, he noticed his cock looked smaller.  He couldn't be sure at the time because the difference wasn't that great, but it shrunk steadily in the following days.  Even though it was much smaller he discovered it seemed to be MORE sensitive, and he found he got the sensation of orgasm -- very intense orgasms -- when he masturbated, although he didn't ejaculate at all.

He figured maybe having a naked woman ready to fuck would cure his impotence.  He had been so pumped up from winning the game today that he decided now was the time to pick up a woman and get his hard-on back.  He glanced down to see her hand cradling his still limp penis. It was approximately the same size as her slender delicate thumb, less than three inches long.  He felt the tingling beginnings of orgasm from her touch but his cock refused to grow.

Finally, Josh just gave up and turned away.  He stared silently at the wall until she got dressed and left.  There was nothing to say to her. After she was gone he masturbated himself to orgasm half a dozen times before he finally fell asleep.  Even while climaxing over and over his cock never got hard.

``What the FUCK is happening to me?!?!''  Josh's soft soprano voice was raised nearly to a shriek.

Amy glanced at him dismissively, as though looking at a bug she was contemplating squashing.  She assumed an air of offended dignity. ``What makes you think you can come bursting into MY office and address me in that tone of voice?''

Josh's face was a mixture of panic and rage.  He grasped the baggy sweatshirt he was wearing by its waistband and pulled it up to his chin, revealing his bare torso.  ``You want to know?  It's THESE! Look at them!  I want you to tell me what is going on!!!''

Amy's mouth twitched in a barely repressed smile.  She stood and walked around her desk to get a closer look at Josh's chest.  He had two small but very definitely female breasts, maybe an A cup or even a B. They appeared to be normal in every respect, even the nipples would look completely natural -- on a young woman.  She cupped one breast and gently squeezed.  Josh's breath hissed softly in a reflexive intake and his nipple stiffened.  He flinched away from her touch.  Amy seemed satisfied.

``They look like breasts to me, Josh.''  She said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Josh seemed exasperated.  ``Of course, they look like breasts!  They ARE breasts!  I can see that.  I know what tits look like.  But can you tell me WHY I've got tits?''

``In my medical opinion, they are just another manifestation of the side-effects from your therapy,''  Amy said mildly.

``You said the same thing when I told you my cock was shrinking!''

Amy quickly put a hand up to her face to cover her grin.  Her eyes were sparkling with amusement.  ``Now Josh.  A man's penis size varies depending on many factors, besides the obvious of course.  Temperature for example.  In your case, some of your groin muscle groups must have been tightened by the treatments, resulting in consequent elevation of the penis and scrotal sac.  I don't think your penis has actually shrunk.  It's all in your mind.  And your unreasoning worries over what you perceive as shrinking has aggravated your performance anxiety. Which explains your reported impotence.''

She had practiced the lie.  If he knew the real truth about what was happening to his penis he'd refuse any more treatments from her. Probably go to the Coach -- he'd believe Josh this time, then the game would be up.  She had to handle him carefully at this stage or she'd lose everything.

Josh hated it when she spouted her medical mumbo jumbo at him in her oh so superior tone.  She had some logical sounding explanation for everything.  He didn't want to hear explanations, he wanted to fix the fucking problem.

``Well?  What are you going to DO about it?''  he shrilled.

``Now Josh.  Let's not get upset.  As I've told you each time you've come in here whining over every little symptom, I'm working on adjusting your treatments to correct the situation.''

``No!  That's not good enough this time!  I want to stop the treatments completely until you fix this!''

``Josh, I can't do that.  Unless I keep you on the treatments and under observation I'll have no way of figuring out how to correct your body's internal balance.  If I stop now you're likely to be like this forever, possibly even get worse.''

``Listen, lady, you better figure out how to get me back the way I used to be and damn fast!  I'm about fed up with your treatments!  None of the other players' have their cocks shriveling up or voices that sound like a girl or are growing fucking tits!''

``You want me to straighten out the side effects?  Then let me get Coach Turner to put you on a medical waiver until I can figure out how to fix things.  You'd stay at my research clinic so I can devote more time to your problems.  I'm sure one look at you like this and he'd agree to release you.''

``Oh no!  I can still play.  My arm's still good.  I've taken this team undefeated six games and we're hotter than ever, but there's over half a season left.  If I take us undefeated all the way to the Superbowl they'll trade Billy Joe Coleson for a couple of linebackers.  But if I go out sick while we're so hot, Billy Joe will end up the hero even a rookie like him could win the way this team is playing, and then he'll have my job.  So do whatever you got to, but I'm not staying in your fucking clinic.  And don't even think about getting Coach to bench me. I'm playing football.''

She looked at him carefully.  If her plans were going to work out according to the schedule she needed to get him into her clinic where she could speed things up and not worry about others noticing what was happening.  She had expected the atrophy of his penis and start of breast development would have him begging her for help, giving her the opening she needed to convince him to stay in her care.  He was more devoted to his career than she originally thought.  But she still had one more idea to get him off the team and into her clinic.

``Are you sure you feel up to playing?  How are you going to manage to play football with breasts?''  she asked.

``Isn't there something you can do to make them less obvious?  If the guys start to notice the Coach will hear about it and I'll be benched.'' 

``Well, I can tape them up.  Meanwhile, I'll also give you another treatment.''

She took a roll of tape out of a cupboard and wrapped his chest tightly, compressing his breasts.  When she was finished a casual glance would not have revealed anything unusual.  She cautioned him to remove the tape every evening to allow for blood circulation.  She said she'd tell the coach he had a pulled muscle and needed to keep hi chest wrapped but he'd be okay to play.