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And then I went. The next day I was at the mall after practice, in a tattoo and piercing parlor, looking at a display case containing jewelry for ears, from the simplest and most discreet to the most extreme, some of which I didn't even understand how they were used. I checked the prices on a chart on the wall, and they seemed quite affordable. I had always had the impression that getting a piercing would be expensive, but with the cash in my wallet, I could pierce not only one ear but both that very afternoon. My stomach sent waves of nervousness and excitement throughout my body just thinking about it. A girly boy just getting his ear pierced for the first time.
A guy a bit older than me approached me with a trained smile and asked if I was looking for something specific.
"Yes, I'd like to get my ears pierced," I said with a timid voice. My confidence and composure had deserted me as soon as I had crossed the store's door. I felt like a child being spoken to condescendingly.
"Of course, if you want, I'll start preparing what's needed," he said as he retrieved some papers from behind the counter. His blue eyes locked onto mine as he asked, "Do you like a particular style?"
"These seem perfect to me."
They were a pair of golden earrings with a diamond in the front. Obviously, they weren't real gold or a real diamond; the price was much lower for them to be real. However, they were the ones Adrien had requested--or ordered, perhaps--that I buy. They looked both masculine and feminine, which made them suitable for starting this change.
"Later, we could switch to something more girly, I don't know, some hoops or something with butterfly or flower motifs. It will depend on my mood," he had told me the night before, which excited me. Changing my appearance to please a guy and letting him mold me to his liking, completely altering my personality and my way of being, thrilled me.
"Well, these earrings are for girls, the ones for boys are on the display case on this side, but if you like these, we can certainly do it."
"Yes, these were the ones that convinced me. Maybe in the future, I'll come for another pair of a different style."
"They look pretty good, I mean on the chics that get them, or like the ones Justin Bieber wore years ago when he was just starting in music. Anyways... before we begin, I'll need you to read these documents carefully, and... you are of legal age right?"
"Yes I am"
"Good, please sign at the bottom with your name. I'll be on this side, preparing what's needed, and when you're ready, please come over."
I read the documents. They were to release them from liability in case I got hurt, and also included instructions for taking care of the piercings to prevent infection and complications. I took a picture of the documents so I wouldn't forget what they said in the future and signed them.
I took a deep breath, controlled my nerves, and sat in the chair where the guy was waiting for me. We chatted about trivial things for a couple of minutes while he cleaned the areas of my earlobes. I wasn't really paying much attention; my mind was focused on staring at the black-painted ceiling and listening to the rock music coming from the speakers.
There were two stabs of pain, two electric shocks running through my body from top to bottom. I didn't scream, but the pain was definitely more than I had expected. I was dazed after the two piercings and needed a few minutes before regaining composure. When I finally did, the stress, nerves, pain, and the whole situation made me burst into laughter for a few seconds.
"It didn't hurt that much, did it?" the guy said with a smile as he removed his latex gloves. He explained how to take care of the earrings and the piercings, reiterating what was written on the paper, and then he rang me up at the cash register. I left the store and, as it was still early, I took a stroll through the mall. I went into the video game store and the motorcycle shop. The pain persisted, but fortunately, it was bearable. Finally, before going home and enduring the scolding that awaited me from my parents, I went into the sports store. I passed by the soccer, swimming, and baseball sections, looking at everything without much interest. Then, in the women's section, I saw a white sleeveless blouse. It had very subtle pink details and looked like the kind of shirt that is worn under clothing, more like underwear than an outer garment. I picked it up and headed to the fitting room.
When I put it on, my dick became fully hard. It was very feminine but, at the same time, youthful. It fit my body very well and gave me a more defined waist, feminizing my figure.
I looked at myself in the mirror. In just a few hours, I had transformed my body, and now I looked a bit more feminine. Not by much, but certainly more than that morning. I had gone from being a heterosexual jock to what would be considered a faggot. I was sure to receive some approving looks from some guys and disapproving glances from a few mothers, but I didn't care. I liked what I was seeing. I looked girly, felt girly, and Adrien would love that.
I took a couple of photos, one of the entire outfit with the blouse, and one just of my face. I uploaded the latter to Instagram, and it immediately started impressing my friends, who began commenting with positive remarks, saying I looked badass like a music star like Harry Styles.
I sent the first photo with the blouse to Adrien.
"Look, I got my ears pierced as you asked, and I'm just now checking out the clothes I should buy. Do you like it?"
His message arrived seconds later.
"You're such a slut, baby".
"You look so cool dude, I envy you. My parents would never give me permission to get my ears pierced."
"They look incredible, you look like a rapper or a hip-hop singer."
"I like them, but aren't they a bit feminine? I could swear I've seen girls wearing the same model."
"They look really good. Didn't it hurt? Where did you get them done? Please, you have to take me; I want the same ones."
The next day was full of comments like these. Many guys envied the earrings, and I don't blame them. I was the only one with pieces like these, which immediately drew attention because of the multicolored shine the "diamonds" emitted. Some teachers gave me a few glances, but no one said anything. They couldn't. They wouldn't mess with one of the school's sports stars, especially when my grades were passing, not excellent, but passing. Best of all, no one suspected the real reason why I had pierced my ears. They all believed it was because I was a rebellious guy trying to stay in fashion and have a more eye-catching look, when the truth was that I had done it because one of the younger guys, who was now almost like my master, had ordered me to. That thought excited me too much every time it crossed my mind. I walked through the hallways surrounded by classmates, friends who extended their hand, and girls who gave me a kiss on the cheek, among teachers and other staff, and not a single person from that sea of people knew that I, the school's jock, was slowly turning into a girly fag.
Between classes, one of my soccer buddies, Alex, approached my desk and sat on it like he used to.
"There won't be practice today, did you hear?"
"Really? No, I didn't know."
"They sent the message in the team chat."
"I never check the chat," I replied, leaning back in my chair.
"We know, that's why they sent me to let you know. Anyway, the rest of the guys and I are going to the gym after school for a couple of hours. Where should we meet you?"
Most of my afternoons are spent training with the teams or attending club activities. It's not a matter of sometimes going; it's almost a ritual for us to meet at the gym on days when we don't have practice. Partly due to the pressure from the coaches and partly due to the competition among ourselves to see who's faster, who's stronger, who can endure more. I'm not the strongest, but I am the fastest among us, and my strength overall is not bad, which I take pride in.
I'm about to nod and accept the invitation when I remember Adrien's instructions.
"I won't go to the gym today."
His look is one of disbelief.
"What? You're not going? Why?"
"I have other things to do outside of school."
"Mmm... the others won't like that, especially the coach. He's still upset about the days you missed for the festival."
"Well, he'll have to deal with it. I'm still the captain, and I plan to use the privileges of that position. I've earned it, and he knows it."
"That's true. You know how he is. He always wants to have control over us, as if we don't have a life outside of school or things to do other than playing soccer," he sighed. "I understand boss."
The next class begins before I can reply, and I get lost in my thoughts and the explanations about what a coup d'état is and the various examples that have occurred around the world.
I felt the flash in my eyes, first one, then another one a little higher and a third one a little closer to my face.
"That's it, open your mouth wide Danny. Try to smile a little more" Adrien said to me in a whisper. We are in the library again, not a single person is there, not even the librarian, but we still prefer to keep quiet. "Just like that ugh, if you could see yourself right now... you don't look anything like Danny from a few weeks ago, you don't even look like a man now for that matter" Adrien laughed and took a couple more pictures "There, you can swallow it now, fag".
His cum tasted salty, dense and was abundant, however these characteristics no longer bothered me, on the contrary, I liked the feeling of it, it gave me too much pleasure to feel so humiliated for some reason. I wiped my lips and face with my shirt, and I adjusted my hair.
"I've had trouble sleeping these nights but with these pictures I think I'll sleep like a baby now," said Adrien looking at his cell phone. I felt a little apprehensive, if those pictures leaked or got into the wrong hands I was dead. I turned away to avoid looking at them and thinking about it, then I felt a spank that caused me to wince. Adrien was grinning "I really like you Danny, you're an excellent little slut."
"Erm... thank you. We should go to class, the bell is about to ring."
"Yes, let's go. But first, will you walk me to my locker? I have something I'd like to give you."
"Sure, let's go."
Although the bookcases and the solitude of the library provided us with a safe place to "study" as we used to call it, the truth is that I felt calmer outside than inside. Every second I spent in that place I had the feeling that someone would find us, that someone would pass by looking for a book right on the shelves where we were, or that the librarian would come to our corner, wondering what all the noise and commotion was about. Neither of those situations had happened so far, but still, I felt like we might be out of luck from one second to the next.
We went out into the hallway and walked among the other students. Some were chatting, leaning against the wall, others were drinking water from the fountains, and still others were walking up and down like us.
"I don't think I told you in person, but I love your new earrings. They look great on you," said Adrien suddenly.
"Thank you, I like the way they look too. I was thinking that later I could select another style you know more... I don't know..."
"Feminine?" He said in a louder voice than I would have liked.
"That's right. Maybe you can come with me to pick them out."
"I'd love to. Was it a tattoo store? The one at the mall?"
"That's right."
"Mmm... Interesting. I mean, what would you look like with a tattoo?"
We looked at each other sideways and smiled. Something inside me told me that I was playing with fire and entering uncharted territory, but there was a much more sonorous voice that kept enjoying and pleading with me to go deeper into the path I was now on.
We turned a corner and found his locker. The hallway was lit by the sun streaming in through the window and this one, unlike the one we were leaving behind, was empty.
Adrien turned the lock and opened it. From it he pulled out a little paper bag with a cardboard box inside. He handed it to me and looked at me mischievously.
"It's something of mine, but I want you to have it and not only that, I want you to use it tomorrow to come to school," his tone of voice was somewhere between affectionate and authoritative. Lately his voice was more authoritative than anything else and I had to admit that it suited a boy as short and small as he was. For some reason he looked sexier to my eyes. "Don't open it until you get home. I know you'll like it."
"Thank you so much Adrien, you didn't have to do that," I replied with excitement pounding in my chest.
"It's just a detail," he smiled and suddenly he was back to being that cute boy who went unnoticed in the school crowd.
The bell rang, we said goodbye and the rest of the day passed normally, or with the new normalcy that my life now represented. The week was coming to an end, soon I would be able to hang out with Adrien again in the afternoons and avoid continuing to see each other in the library and do things more... daring than just a blowjob.
Classes ended and I headed home. I said goodbye to friends who were walking in the same direction as me and I got lost in my thoughts, ones that accompanied me during dinner with my parents and during the hours I spent doing homework. When I finished I grabbed my cell phone and decided to get my doubts out of my head. I downloaded Grindr, that gay hook up app, and created an account. I didn't put my name, my picture or any info, just my age and weight and started browsing.
After a few minutes I had to close it and move my cell phone away from the bed. I had started salivating and had a hard on in my boxers that was begging to be attended to. I couldn't believe how many men were nearby, in all shapes and sizes and all as close as a couple of messages.
I decided to turn my thoughts away from that idea as I was sure that going down that other road would have no return.
I deleted the app and reached for the paper bag Adrien had given me at school and saw what was inside the box. They were lacy panties, as well as long, knee-high stockings, both black with pink bows. I looked at them, felt them, and again, I came all over myself, just thinking in the girl I was becoming.