Locker room

[kengr]

Ok, here's the first scene from that concept in last post.

I took a deep breath before walking into the locker room. I was nervous, but I could do it. I hoped...

I'd actually gotten about a dozen feet inside before the yells started. I ignored them and headed on over to the cage to get a basket.

I'd almost made it when this huge guy blocked my path.

"Aren't you a little confused girlie? This is the boys locker room."

I looked up at him and said "Yeah, I know."

He obviously hadn't expected that response. Some other guys were making comments about "Maybe it's a dare or something?" when we were joined by Coach Adams.

"What's going on?" he demanded. Then as I turned, he recognized me. "Oh, it's you. I didn't think you had gym until next period."

I shrugged. "They had a problem with one of my other classes and changed my schedule,"

He sighed. "Ok, I'll deal with it. You're sure you want to do this?"

I shrugged again. "It's not like I can use the other locker room. And I'm not going with the 'medical excuse' bit."

He looked unhappy, but nodded. Then he looked around at the audience that had gathered.

I looked at them too. Then back at the coach. "Look, just do it like we talked about, ok?"

He gave a "are you sure?" look and I nodded.

With a "it's your funeral" look, he turned back to the crowd.

"Listen up! We've got a bit of an unusual situation this year. Mister Howe here has a medical condition. As you may have noticed, he's got breasts."

There were a lot of muttered comments and a few not so quiet ones.

"Yes, He."

As they continued expressing disbelief, I thought "The hell with it", and stepped over to a vacant spot at one of the benches and dropped my pack. Then I pulled down my pants and underwear and faced them. I didn't have a huge cock or balls, but they were definitely unmistakable when I turned around.

"There! Are you guys satisfied that I'm a guy now?"

Things had obviously departed from the coach's script. He tried to salvage something.

"Akers! Go get Howe a basket. Now!"

The big guy who'd stopped me shook himself and went over to the cage. I just continued undressing.
By the time he got back with the basket I was taking off my bra.

He goggled a bit at my boobs. They're a nice size, C or B cup depending on the bra.

I stopped and glanced around at all the guys who were (as I'd expected) staring.. I stood up straight and threw my shoulders back a bit. Then I turned slowly.

"Ok, everybody get a good look? Great. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta dress out."

I turned back to the bench and hung up my clothes on the hooks under the shelf.

Then I dug into my pack and pulled out my PE uniform. That'd been the subject of some negotiation, though not nearly as much as which locker room I'd use had been.

I quickly pulled on a jock, then a dark blue sports bra (to match the colors of the boys PE uniform). Shorts & shirt followed. And with the loose shirt on, I was no longer of that much interest.

It only took a couple more minutes to get my athletic socks and my sneakers on. Dressed out, I turned and stuffed my pack on the shelf above the bench.

I was expecting something to happen and it did. Somebody reached out as I went by and tried to cop a feel. Since I'd already discussed it with the coaches before school started, I wasn't worried about getting in trouble when I grabbed his hand and put him in an armlock.

"No groping! Got it?"

He was looking upset when the coach (who hadn't left the locker room) spoke up.

"What he said. No groping. You'd get upset if any of the gay guys tried groping you. And don't try to pretend there aren't any here."

I chimed in, "You can go ahead and look. Just try not to drool, ok? Hell, if I've got time and you ask I might even pose. But look, I'm just a guy with something extra. I didn't ask for them and they can be a nuisance sometimes. But they're part of me, ok?"

That seemed to settle everybody for a bit and we got out into the gym without any more problems for the time being. I was sure there'd be more, but I'd just have to deal with them as they came.

Ok, I'm looking for feedback. Especially anything that you think should or shouldn't have happened.

Yes, Morgan is being a bit "in your face" about it. He figures (rightly or wrongly) that it's a better bet than acting embarrassed and defensive.

And before anybody asks, no he's not a pre-op TS, and it isn't gynecomastia (rather more complicated than either, and the medical bit probably can't happen)

Also, based on laws in pretty much all the states that have anti-discrimination laws that deal with gender identity, he *is* in the right locker room.

Comments

[seawasp]

Speaking from my own headspace, I don't see anyone copping a feel or even looking once he's dropped his pants. You've just shut off any interest unless the person's interested in both directions, so to speak.

But that's just me. Sex is 90% in your mind, and if my mind says "that's a GUY", it doesn't matter if he's got knockers. No interest, switched off instantly.

Locker Room

[mistresscayenne.livejournal.com]

I had very little experience in the locker rooms through school. But every time I did go I was very fearful. Even at age 12 I had largish breasts. I looked around at the boys in the room and knew that I was very different from them. I did my best to never take a shower in the gym. There were two times that I took a shower in a gym. Those were two of the worst times in my life. In the army I had some of the same fears, but I managed them much better. The blessing I had through school was the band. If you were in the band you didn't have to go to PE.

[scott-sanford.livejournal.com]

As a commenter said in the previous posting, if the kid with boobs is cool with it, most of the other kids will be cool with it.

Viewing this as a piece of writing, I'd probably just have Coach Adams say something like what he did: This is Morgan Howe; he has a medical condition; we are not going to give him crap about it. Carry on.

I'm not sure if the groper adds to the story or not.