Blake becomes Alexis (Patreon)

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Blake becomes Alexis

Cold and covered in mud, Blake shivers as he stands in the front doorway.

“Ah kid…,” Steve says, comforting his son as he hands up his jacket. “Try not to take it too hard.”

Scrunching his face as tears form behind his eyes, Blake swiftly looks away

“Let’s just face,” He replies angrily, forming fists as tears run down his face. “I suck at soccer!”

Steve’s shoulders sag as his kid starts weeping in front of him.

“Blakey….,” he says softly, resting his hand on the top of his head. “You don’t suck at all! Ball at your feet, you’re like a little magician.”

“So why didn’t I make the team then!?” Blake growls, pushing his father's hand from his head.

Steve knows the answer, but he doesn’t want to bash his son's fail confidence.

“Well…!?” Blake repeats, but more frustrated than before.

Looking down into the red, watery eyes of his child, Steve struggles to think of an excuse. A reason why that wouldn’t hurt his feelings.

“You see…..,” Steve says, rubbing the back of his head. “Some of those other kids….erm….have a few years of growing….over you.”

“It’s because my short and weak!” Blake interrupts, folding his arm tight. “I’ve always been shorter! I’m no taller than most of the girls in my class!”

“Boys…?” Amy, Blake's mom calls out from the next room. “Is that you?”

Amy wafts around the corner and into the hallway. She gives them both a warm friendly smile. “How did the tryouts go?” she asks.

Steve turns around and quickly signals for his wife not to ask. It’s however, too late!

“Awful!” Blake screams! Pushing past his father and running upstairs.

As his soccer boots pound mud into the staircase carpet, he continues to scream. “I hate my life! I hate being me!”

Slamming his door, Steven and Amy share an awkward moment.

“Not well then….I take it,” Amy says sarcastically.”

Steve rubs his arm but smiles at his wife. “Poor boy. Every time he got the ball, he’d be instantly pushed off it by those bigger lads. He couldn’t get into the game.”

“He had his heart set on that too…didn’t he,” Amy replies. “He’s so talented. Shame he’s inherited the short genes from us both.”

Steve chuckles

“Yeah,” he agrees with a smile. “I watched him practice with the girl's team the other day and it was more his level.”

“Yeah…?” Amy asks, intrigued. “That’s interesting.”

“Amy,” Steve complains, wagging his finger. “I know what you’re thinking and we shouldn’t”

Amy gives Steve a cheeky smile. “We could at least ask him if that’s what he wants.”

Steve shakes his head. “Aren’t you worried it’s going to hurt you, Amy!? Since you’re home world felt, you’ve never been the same.”

“It’s my power Steven,” Amy scolds, walking towards the staircase. “I’ve still got two more lives left and it doesn’t look like I’m ever going back to Yibixus, so….”

“You’ve already made your mind up…haven’t you?” Steve sighs with a smirk. “Just make sure it’s his decision if use that funky power of yours.”

“Yes dear….,” Amy replies flippantly, making her way upstairs.

Preparing herself, Amy taps lightly on Blake's door. “Sweety,” she says softly, pushing open the door. “Can mommy talk to you?”

“Go away,” Blake jeers, throwing the bed covers over his head as Amy enters.

“Oh Hunny…,” Amy says as she perches herself on the side of his bed. “Dad told me you weren’t quite physical enough.”

Blake doesn’t answer, he just pulls the covers tighter over his head.

“Baby…. Talk to mommy. I might be able to help.

“How….?” Blake grumbles, muffled by the bed sheets.

“You wanna come out from under the sheets…?”

After a moment or two, Blake reemerges from under the sheets. Swiping his scruffy hair away from his eyes, Amy can see he’s been trying.

“There he is,” Amy smiles. “You wanna hear my idea. Could get you onto a soccer team...”

Blake sniffs. “Yeah…?”

“Uhuh.”

“How...?”

“Remember how I told you mommy was special. That I’m from somewhere very different?”

“I don’t believe that mom,” Blake sighs. “Please don’t start with all that again. You aren’t some half-human half-cat.”

“Half Grimalkin,” Amy gently corrects.

“Oh mom…,” Blake whines. “Do you actually have an idea or should I just crawl back in the bed and hope I’m going to grow a foot overnight.”

“I could do that,” Amy laughs, leaning towards blake with a cheeky grin. “I think everyone would have questions about how you’ve shot up overnight though. We don’t need that sort of attention.”

“What are you on about?” Blake huffs. “Can I go back to bed now?”

“The girl's team.” Amy grins.

“Huh?”

“I can only change your once, so you need to think about it,” Amy states.

“Huh?” Blake asks again, even more confused. “What are you saying—I dress up as a girl and play for the girl's team? This ain’t a cheesy movie mom!”

“Not dress up,” Amy smirks, getting up off the bed. “We turn you into a girl. We make you our new long-lost daughter.”

“WHAT!?”

“You would be the best player on the team!” Amy cheers, clapping her hands together. “Think about that Blake! The star player!”

“The star player…?” Blake asks, considering it for a moment, then shaking his head. “No way. I’m not a girl.”

Amy tilts her head and grins. “True…but I could transform you into one!”

“Ah, mom stop!” Blake whines. “You can’t do that.”

“I can. I’ve got two left. Transforming you would leave me with enough to live out the rest of my life as a normal Grimalkin.”

“You could….,” Blake ponders, wiping his red eyes with his sleeve. “really do that—Make me a girl?”

“Yup.”

“Wouldn’t that be cheating?”

“No…how would that be cheating?”

“Well…I’d be a boy, playing the girls league.”

“You wouldn’t be a boy anymore sweety,” Amy giggles. “You’d be very much a run-of-the-mill normal girl. Well….one that’s a quarter Grimalkin of course.

“What about my friends....what would I tell them?”

“Well Hunny,” Amy says, allowing her smile to drop. “You’d be starting a whole new life. You’d be like the new girl transferring to a new school. You’d have to make all new friends.”

“Oh..,” Blake sighs, sinking into the bed.

“Don’t worry though Hunny,” Amy replies, resting a comforting hand on Blake's shoulder. “You’d soon get used to it. Star player and all, everyone will want to know you.”

“So how does it work then?” Blake asks. Looking uncomfortably down between his legs. “Does it like…fall off or something?”

Amy throws her head back in laughter. “Nothing like that!”

Blake smiles and goes red thinking he’s asked a stupid question.

“We will make a very tiny cut on your fingertip,” Amy says, still giggling from moments ago. “I just have to touch some of your blood and I can enact the change.”

Blake holds out a finger. “So it’s like a DNA modification type thing?”

Amy shrugs and cups Blakes held out hand. “Yeah, if you want,” She answers frivolously.

Their eyes meet and Amy beams a smile

“So?” she asks, tilting her head. “Do you want to be the star player of the girl's team?”

“Wait wait wait,” Blake replies, taking his hand from Amy’s soft grip. “What's it like being a girl—will I like it?”

“Well…,” Amy smirks. “You’ll have to wee-wee sitting down.”

“I gathered that mom,” Blake frowns. “I’m a child—I do know the differences between girls and boys.”

Amy reaches up to touch Blake’s messy, muddy hair. “You won’t have to keep having to justify having long hair to people. You can have hair however you want it. Pigtails, Pink, pixie—it’s completely up to you and no one will say a thing.”

“Yeah? That’s cool. I have always wanted to have blue hair. What else?”

Amy looks around the room and see’s a pile of clothing in the middle of the floor.

“You’d be able to dress how you please without judgment too,” she remarks, touching Blake's soccer jersey. You could wear pretty dresses and heels…or you could wear athletic gear—it would be totally up to you.”

“Oh?” Blake grins. “Someone did call me a puff the other day for wearing my leggings to practice. Would be cool not to have to worry about that anymore.”

“Then there's the best bit,” Amy bites her lip and looks away.

“Yeah….?”

Amy shakes herself out of a daydream and refocuses on Blake’s curious expression.

“Let's just say,” she playfully smirks, “The birds and the bees are multiple times better.”

“Huh?” Blake reacts confused.

“Also,” Amy continues, waving off Blake’s confusion. “They say that Grimalkin women have powerful blood—that’s why a lot of Grimalkin women were warriors. Being a quarter Grimalkin, you’ll have the power of warriors in you.”

“Warriors?” Blake asks, bouncing on the bed in excitement. “Were you a warrior before you came here?”

Amy’s face lights up. “I’m a Formador.”

“A what?”

“Means I’m super rare and have special abilities. One of those abilities is being able to transform things into what I see fit. Is how I’d change you from boy to girl.”

“Oh cool!” Blake grins. “So, can change anything into anything else?”

“Within reason sweety,” Amy says calmly. “See, it’s a double edge sword. It comes with a pretty strong caveat.

“Cave—what?” Blake asks.

“Don’t worry sweety,” Amy replies with a smile. “Now, any more questions before you decide. I want this to be your choice. Remember, once it's done, you are a girl permanently.”

“Will dad be upset?”

“About you being a girl?”

“Yeah. I wouldn’t upset him if I did…would I?”

“Not a million years sweety. Trust me, he’d be thrilled! Don’t tell him I told you this, but he’s always wanted a girl. When we first met, he used to talk about walking his daughter down the aisle. He’s a big softy.”

“Like getting married!?” Blake asks, recoiling. “To a boy?”

“Doesn’t have to be a man. Your sexuality is yours to choose. That’s also a very true statement if you stay a boy.”

Blake's eyes glaze over as he nods in agreement. He looks deep in thought.

“Do you really think I’d be the star player?” he asks, looking a little worried.

“Oh for sure!” Amy squeals with excitement. “With your talents, warrior blood, and equal footing with your peers, you’re going to be brilliant!”

Smiling at his mother's excitement, Blake nervously rubs the back of his neck.

“Ok,” he says softly.

“Sorry, Hunny?” Amy replies, having not heard him.

“Ok,” Blake repeats, but more confident. “I want to be a girl.”

Slowly, Amy reaches for Blake's left hand. As she cups it delicately, she looks into Blake's eyes. “Deffo?”

“Deffo!” he answers with a look of determination.

In one swift motion, Amy pricks her son's fingertip with a sharp fingernail. A tiny drop of blood pools from the small cut.

“Done,” Amy smiles.

Taking his hand from his mother's grasp, Blake pats between his legs. “Erm….I’m still a boy.”

Amy pulls a silly face. “Ah, your mother wasn’t always the strongest. My transformations take a few hours—sometimes longer. I’d say if you get an early night, you should be a girl by morning.”

Blake starts looking worried. “Is it going to hurt?”

“Erm….I can’t really remember. It’s been a long time since I transformed myself into a human. I’d say it’s just a little uncomfortable at its worst.”

“Transformed into a human?” Blake questions, leaning forward. “What does a Grimalkin really look like? You’ve told me so many stories, but I’ve never actually seen one.”

Amy pats Blake gently on the head as she stands up from the bed. “We look like just regular cats in this world. You see, these worlds are very different. That’s why Humans couldn’t visit Yubixus.”

“Oh,” Blake replies, a little disappointed.

“Hopefully one day,” Amy replies, smiling through the pain of her lost home. “Anyways, you’ve gotta say goodbye to your friends. This is the last time you’ll be this version of yourself. Best tell them you’re going to live with your family in Australia or something.”

“That’s kinda lame,” Blake frowns. “maybe my friends will like the girl me?”

“Once your chest starts filling out, I’d bet on it,” Amy laughs. “Now, come on, let's go tell your father the good news.”

The next morning….

Sitting quietly in the Kitchen, Steve sips on his morning coffee. He’s waiting patiently for His wife and new daughter to come downstairs.

Steve’s a little nervous, having not seen Blake's transformation yet. Having heard the sounds of excitement early this morning, It’s obvious that Blake is not upset about swapping genders.

“Are you ready Steve!” Amy calls out, from the hallway. “Close your eyes!”

Closing them tight, Steve hears the two scurry into the kitchen. “Can I open them?”

“Yea!” Amy squeaks.

Opening his eyes slowly, he sees Blake and his wife standing off to his side. Trying to take it all in, Steve focuses his attention on Blake.

“Blue hair?” Steve questions.

Blake goes a little red and starts fiddling with his fingers.

“Yeah blue hair!” Amy squeals. “Isn’t our daughter pretty!”

Reaching across to touch Blake's chin, Steve lifts his face to look deep into his eyes. “Oh deffo pretty,” he answers with a smile. “Still got my eyes though!”

Blake grins.

“Other than the blue hair,” Steve remarks, patting Blake on the head. “You kinda still look the same. Maybe a little skinnier. How do you feel?”

“I feel very different,” Blake replies, looking down at himself.

“Your school uniform appears to still fit,” Steve replies. “It’s not the correct for girls at your school, but it’s good enough.”

Amy walks around from behind Blake and leans against the kitchen counter.

“We are going to have to pick up a few bits tonight,” Amy states. “Skirts, tights, and other feminine essentials.”

Amy leans down to whisper in Steve’s ear. “She’s going to need bras I think. Her body going to start filling out real soon.”

“Mom…!” Blake moans, looking worried. “We still haven’t decided on my name!”

“Oh yeah,” Amy grins, standing straight. “Well, what girl's names do you like?”

“Sophie’s a pretty name,” Blake replies.

“Oh god no,” Steve interrupts. “I knew a Sophie and she was horrible.”

Blake looks down and thinks hard. “What about Alex?”

“Alex?” Amy queriers. “Why Alex?”

“After Alex Morgan,” Blake smiles. “She’s like a sorta hero to me. She’s one of the reasons I follow female soccer. I guess she’s even more important to me now I’m a girl. Hopefully, I can play for the national team like her.”

“I like it,” Steve says. “Maybe it can be sort of Alexis.”

“Yeah!” Blake grins. “I’m happy with that!”

“Awesome,” Amy laughs, moving to give her new daughter a big cuddle. “Alex is it!”

“Hey kiddo,” Steve says, grabbing Alex’s attention. “It’s going to take me a little while to get used to you being a girl now. Just an apology in advance if I refer to you as Blake or as he.”

“That’s ok,” Alex grins as Amy lets go. “It hasn’t really sunk in for me yet either. I can still kinda feel it. It’s really weird.”

“Oh?” Steve reacts, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s like it’s gone up inside me,” Alex remarks, making a hand gesture to help explain. “Going to the toilet kinda still feels the same, but you push from within. Not sure if that’s normal.”

“Very normal,” Amy laughs.

The three share a playful giggle.

“Anyway!” Amy says sternly. “We’ve gotta brush your hair and put it up before school. We can’t have you doing the girl's team tryouts tonight with hair all in your face.”

“Oh crap!” Alex groans, looking tense. “Will my boots still fit me!?”

“I can pick some up later if not,” Steve replies, sipping his coffee. “What size are you Bla—Alex.”

“Don’t know.”

“Come on sweety,” Amy says, beckoning Alex to follow her. “We’ve gotta do your hair and I want to talk to you a little more about being a girl. I’m sure dad doesn’t want to hear us discussing our bodies.”

“What about my boots mom?” Alex grumbles. “I can’t play without them!”

“Steve,” Amy says, looking at him as they stand in the kitchen doorway “If his boots don’t fit, I will text you her size later. You can deffo pick some up yeah?”

“Yeah, don’t worry!” Steve smiles. “Go have your girly chat that I’m not privy to.”

“Thanks, hun.”

Later that evening….

Steve looks down worried at the bright pink boots on Alex’s feet.

“Do they fit ok?” he asks.

Alex stamps her feet a few times, before looking up with a big grin. “I think so.”

“Sorry about the color,” Steve frowns. “Only ones they had in the store in your size.”

Alex tightens her ponytail and grins. “Is ok, I like them.”

“Good,” Steve replies, relieved. “Where has the coach got you playing?”

“Striker!” Alex answers, looking determined. “I’m going to tear the other team apart!”

“Oooo,” Steve chuckles. “Fighting talk! You may look like a girl, but you’re still deffo my son!”

Steve can see the fire in his daughter's eyes. The same sort of look his wife makes when she gets super excited!

“Hey, Alex!” A blonde girl shouts from across the field beaconing her to come over.

Steve looks up at the young girl doing tricks with the soccer ball.

“Made a friend?” Steve asks, pointing at the girl.

“Oh yeah,” Alex smiles, bouncing on her tiptoes. “We hit it off earlier talking about my hair. She wants to come over to ours so I can dye hers. Not sure she wants me doing that!”

Alex takes a single step forward onto the pitch. Stopping herself, she looks back at her father.

“Wish me luck!”

“You don’t need it!” Steve shouts back as Alex runs off toward the blonde girl.

The tryouts soon get going and Steve makes himself comfortable as he watches on. Although he’s watching his new daughter play, it seems all too familiar. The way Alex runs, passes, and shouts on the pitch is still very much the same.

Only this time, Alex is fending off tackles, holding up the ball, and using her speed and strength. It’s not long until Alex gets her first goal.

Steve can’t help but passionately cheer. So much so, he’s almost making a fool of himself.

“Sir…?” A woman says from just behind him.

Steve turns around to see the coach. “Hello.”

“Is that your daughter?” The coach asks, pointing at Alex dominating on the pitch.

“Err…,” Steve looks and smiles. “Yeah. Yeah, she’s my daughter.”

“Very talented and athletic,” the coach remarks. “I’ve not seen a girl that determined to succeed in a long time.”

Steve can’t help but grin.

“Yeah…?” he happily replies. “Has she got into the team!?”

The coach smirks and nods. “You betcha.”

Putting her whistle into her mouth, the Coach jogs onto the pitch “Ladies!” she cries out, after blowing her whistle. “Time to hit the showers!”

As the girls stop playing, the coach turns back to Steve.

“Erm…Sir,” she says, jogging back. “I am wondering though. Does your daughter need glasses?”

“Glasses?” Steve questions, looking confused. “I don’t think so. Why?”

“She kept accidentally going into the boy's toilet today.” The coach says, rolling her eyes. “Just assumed she needs glasses.”

“Oh!” Steve nervously chuckles. “Probably not used to her new school yet.”

“Yeah,” the coach nods and winks. “Well, I have high hopes for her! Funny your daughter's name is Alex—she reminds me of a young Alex Morgan.”