The Volleyball Team Chapter 8 (Patreon)

Chapter 8.

They entered the Y together for the second time. Each heading for their respective lockers to change. Peter didn't have time to look around the girls' locker. He didn't really want to. Now that he was in the locker room he didn't care. More than that, he was worried about getting caught inside. Somehow being discovered as a boy wearing boys' clothes didn't seem to be such a big deal if he wasn't in the girl's locker room.

Peter entered the locker room but didn't look around, He was wearing everything he would need for the gymnastics class under his dress. The dress he was wearing was a short skater dress with a tank top. It was stretchy and easy to take off. He pulled it over his head revealing his skirted leotards and tights beneath. He threw the dress into the locker. He should have folded it properly, but he didn't. The purse he was carrying went on top of the dress. He exited the locker room in under two minutes.

Peter walked quickly to the room where his class would take place and waited.

Olivia took more care in the boys' locker room. She also didn't look around. She didn't care what boys looked like naked. She had had a boyfriend. A boy's body wasn't a mystery to her. Olivia had to remove her sneakers to take off her jeans. She folded the jeans before putting them away. Then she removed the jacket she was wearing to reveal her t-shirt. She had to sit down to put on and retie her shoes.

Olivia noticed her legs for the first time. Were they too thin and hairless to be boys' legs? “Well, if she was supposed to be a 17-year-old boy, probably. But since she was supposed to be 13, they were fine,” she thought. Olivia hadn't thought about that before. It was different now; she was joining a real boys' team. There would be consequences if she was caught being a girl on this team. Even though it was Olivia's plan, she was more nervous about going to volleyball practice than Peter was going to gymnastics.

The coach had the boys pair off for bumping practice. One teammate would throw the ball hard from over his head downward and the other person would bump it in the air. This was a skill that Olivia excelled at. She was feeling comfortable in just a few minutes.

In the gym, all the girls had to demonstrate that they already knew the basic moves: cartwheel, front roll, back roll, and bridge. Each girl lined up and had to perform in front of the teacher or teacher assistant. Peter waited his turn.

Peter knew he could do it. He had practiced. What he was worried about was would his wig stay on. It should, but this was the real test. When it was his turn, Peter performed adequately.

“Why so nervous?” another student asked.

“I don't know. I just am.”

“You did fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Thank you.”

“I'm Sarah by the way. Sarah Owen.”

“I'm Olivia Flavel.”

“Nice to meet you,” Sarah smiled.

“You too.”

Peter had made his first friend.

Peter sized Sarah up. She had smaller breasts and hips than Peter's faux ones. As a group, gymnasts were usually thin and less curvy than the average girl.

The class proceeded normally. Peter enjoyed it. It was fun to do the jumps and flips. After a while, Peter stopped worrying about what he was wearing. In time, he considered them just clothes. It wasn't any big deal anymore.

Once the class was over, Peter entered the locker room, opened the locker, slipped the dress over his head, grabbed his purse, and left. The whole procedure took less than a minute. Less time than it would have taken him to put on jeans.

Peter had to wait for Olivia. Since she wasn't there, Peter decided to enter the locker room again. But when he saw some of the other girls who were in his gymnastics class, he didn't feel right about seeing them naked. As they got undressed, Peter purposefully looked away. After a while, he exited. He certainly didn't want them to know he was staring at them naked. It didn't seem right, now that he knew them personally.

“Ready to go,” Olivia told Peter.

“Yeah.”

They walked to the car. Neither said very much. Peter got into the driver's seat and started the engine. They had to pass by the Y to get to the gas station. As they stopped at a light, Sarah walked up to the car and knocked on the passenger side window. Peter rolled the window down.

“Olivia, can you do me a big favor?”

“What?”

“Can you drive me home? I don't live far, but it's like two buses and takes a while.”

“Sure!”

“Hey, wait,” Olivia protested.

Peter gave Olivia a look while he unlocked all the doors. Sarah got in.

“I don't think we can,” Olivia stated. “You know what mom says.”

“Sure, we can.”

“I don't want to be a bother,” Sarah told them.

“No problem.”

They drove off when the light turned green.

“Which way?”

“Go straight until you get to Melvin Street.”

“Got it. By the way, this is my LITTLE brother, Peter.” Peter emphasized the word 'little'.

“Hello, Peter. I'm Sarah.”

Peter was enjoying the extra time driving. He knew there wasn't anything that Olivia could do about it. She fumed as they drove off.

“Don't mind my brother,” Peter told Sarah, “He doesn't like girls.”

“I really appreciate the drive. It would take me almost an hour to get home. But if you take me, it's only ten or fifteen minutes.”

“I could take you every class.”

“NO, YOU CAN'T” Olivia growled.

“Don't be such a grouch. It's not a problem.”

“I don't want to be a fuss.”

“No, don't worry about it. It's my car.”

They arrived at Sarah's house shortly.

“Bye, thanks!”

“Bye.”

“Why did you do that?”

“I wanted extra driving practice, and you wouldn't let me.”

“It's my car.”

“Not while you're dressed like that.”

“Then I won't anymore.”

“You have to. What will you tell mom?”

“I'll think of something.”

“Is driving Sarah home after class too much?”

“You didn't ask me.”

“I didn't have time.” Peter wouldn't have asked regardless.

“It's not right.”

The drive back to the garage was done in quiet. Peter minded the road. He didn't think that driving was very hard. You stay straight and you don't hit anything. That's about it.

Changing back to their original apparel was easier and quicker than putting on their costumes. Removing makeup was faster than putting it on for both of them. The same went for getting into their normal apparel. Both in their regular apparel, Olivia drove the pair home. She didn't know what to do to get back at Peter. She loved volleyball and didn't want to give it up. Plus, she owed it to her teammates. She was one of the best setters and bumpers on the court.

When Olivia was alone, she called her doctor.

“Hello, you told me to call you if I had any more pains during my period. Well, they're back. I think I need stronger pills...Thank you...I'll pick them up now.”

Olivia knew that Peter was taking the birth control pills that she had given him. She told him they were like pain relievers and would make him feel more comfortable when his penis bent over. She would make sure that Peter would be taking the strongest pills she could get. “Serves the little creep for what he did to her,” Olivia said to herself.

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