The Volleyball Team Chapter 4-5 (Patreon)

Chapter 4.

Olivia and Peter couldn't leave their own home dressed as each other. Mom would not understand. But Olivia arranges that under their respective outer clothing, each was dressed as the other. Olivia entered the driver's seat of the car and Peter took the passenger seat. Olivia who had cut her hair was wearing a wig with longer hair.

They didn't drive directly to the Y, they stopped off a couple of blocks earlier at a gas station that had a bathroom. This was key to Olivia's plan. It would be at the gas station that they would become each other.

Olivia took off her wig and other clothing leaving her in her volleyball uniform. She had already bandaged her breasts for a flatter-looking chest. Olivia sent Peter into the bathroom to change into his leotard, tights, and Olivia's outerwear. As well as put on his wig. The door had a lock so he wouldn't be disturbed, but he would have to hurry.

Peter who had been wearing only jeans, underwear, a t-shirt, and sneakers quickly disrobed. He sat on the toilet seat and pulled the tights up his legs. He had been practicing for this very day. The thought of seeing real girls naked spurred him on. He did as he was reminded and folded his dick under him. Next pull on a sports bra. It was doubly padded. The skirted leotards were last. He pulled them up his legs like a pair of jeans and then continued the process until they covered his torso. He pulled his arms through the shoulder holes. He was dressed as a girl. Peter placed the wig on his head and then completed his disguise with Olivia's outerwear.

Meantime, Olivia cleaned the makeup off her face with a wet nap and then added freckles to her cheeks. She tried to create a pattern that could be duplicated every time. It didn't have to be perfect, it just had to be close. It didn't take long for Olivia to get ready.

Peter hid his face as he exited the bathroom with hair from his wig. He quickly returned to the car. Olivia was sitting in the passenger seat when Peter returned.

“Move,” Peter said.

“No, you are driving. I can't be seen driving looking like this.”

“I can't drive. I don't know how.”

“It's only two blocks. I'll tell you what to do. But you'll have to be the one who drives this last step.”

“I get to drive?”

“Yeah.”

“EXCELLENT!” Peter exclaimed.

“Get in, I have to do your makeup. Next time you'll do it yourself.”

“Start the car and move it over there.” Olivia needed for the pair to be in a more secluded area so she could put on Peter's makeup.”

Peter turned the engine on.

“All you have to do is put the car in drive and gently press the gas pedal. Be careful, if we get into an accident. WE ARE FUCKED!”

Peter did as requested. He was very careful. He hadn't thought he was going to learn to drive for three or four years. They parked where they couldn't be seen.

Olivia quickly rubbed foundation all over Peter's face to give him the appearance of 'flawless' feminine skin. She followed it up with blush. She had to work fast, they couldn't stay here forever, and she didn't know what anyone would do if they saw what looked like a boy applying makeup on a girl. The length of the wig helped keep Peter's face hidden.

With makeup, Peter could pass for a girl, at least his face could.

“Get out and walk around, I want to see what you look like.”

“Here?”

“Yeah, better here than at the Y!”

Peter exited the car. Peter's torso looked OK, but his bottom half needed padding.

“Peter, you forgot the curves.”

“I didn't think I needed them.”

"You do!”

“Even you don't have this many.”

“You need them. There has to be no doubt you're a woman.”

“Fine.”

“Go back into the bathroom and put the pads in.”

“Fine.”

It wasn't easy to put the pads in once Peter was dressed. There were several layers of clothes. Soon, Peter returned. By that time, Olivia was wearing Peter's discarded jeans and jacket

“Better,” Olivia told Peter when he returned to the driver's seat. “But you have to walk like a girl.”

“I'm trying.”

“Try harder. You have hips now; you have to sway them.”

“You don't. I mean not that much.”

“I'm not trying to convince anyone I'm a girl, you are.”

Peter sighed.

“What we are going to do is park over there and walk the two blocks to the Y. You can practice on the way.”

“I'm not driving the two blocks?'

“Not today.”

“Damn!”

Peter ended up driving only fifty or sixty feet to an empty spot in the street. Peter wished he could drive more, but it was better than nothing.

Peter and Olivia got out of the car and walked toward the Y. Olivia walked a step or two behind to make sure that Peter was walking correctly. Peter and Olivia walked around the block twice until Olivia was satisfied with Peter's feminine gait.

Chapter 5.

Inside the Y, they proceeded directly to the new admissions office.

“Try not to say too much!” Olivia admonished.

“Welcome, you're both joining the Y?”

“No, I already have a membership. My big sister is signing up.” Olivia told the receptionist at the desk. She tried to use a deeper voice than usual.

“I see. Do you have your application and your check?”

“Yes,” Peter said. Olivia made sure that Peter would be carrying all the paperwork.

“Great, let me see it.”

The receptionist looked it over. It all seemed correct. “Can I see yours too?”

“Yeah, sure, but why?”

We have been updating the IDs since you are here, I thought you would like an updated ID.”

“I guess.”

The new ID had a new feature. Besides an electronic chip, it also had a fingerprint on the face of the card. The photo of the member was on the right and the fingerprint would be on the left. From this moment on, Olivia's fingerprint would be associated with Peter's name and other information. The only thing that belonged to Olivia on the new ID would be her photo. A photo where she looked like a boy.

The pair couldn't back out, they had to complete the procedure, or it would look suspicious. They were fingerprinted, photographed, and made to sign the newly created ID right in front of a Y staff member.

Olivia prayed to herself that Peter wouldn't bolt or erroneously say his name was Peter, not Olivia. She was relieved when the procedure was over. Olivia could see several of Peter's mistakes. He wasn't acting as a girl should. The receptionist didn't notice. She wasn't looking specifically for flaws, but Olivia who kept an eagle eye on Peter noticed every little mistake. She would have to correct those problems.

“Time to head for the locker rooms?” Peter asked.

“No, we are just going to enroll you into Gymnastics class and get out of here.”

“But I want to see.”

“You aren't ready. Believe me!”

“Oh, OK. But next time.”

“Sure, right, next time.”

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