I Was Only Helping Out Some Friends Hockey Team

by Lauran Travis

 

The team was doing well, but Kat had become quite ill and none of the girls had the nerve for her position, goal keeper, the girls sat around discussing the problem after their mid week practice in the club house. There were not many of them, just enough for a team in fact. Kat out was a big difficulty, they could try to get a new goalie from the younger team, but she was 13, and this was the senior's team. Poach from another team, but the rules do not allow it. Then a quiet voice suggested that in all that protective clothing how does anyone know who is inside, so just find any mad idiot and kit them out. But we cannot poach someone would know. Well get a bloke, not to big, clean-shaven, and good at goal keeping. It would only be to cover while Kat is off, maybe a couple of games. But who do we know, Peter the quiet voice suggested, he played reserve for the mixed team and is quite good.

And so the quiet voice called Abby was told to put the idea to Peter. She had two days to try and if she failed it would be straw pulling amongst the girls to see who got the goalie position, and she did not want to even be in on a chance of goalie.

She called Peter that evening and asked him if they could talk, and got him to the bar the next evening and bought him a couple of drinks before getting to the point, this made him suspicious, he thought Abby a nice girl but not one he thought would fancy him, so why the attention. She established he was not playing at the weekend, and then asked if he fancied a match, of course he did. 'Well how's about playing for us'. There was a pause while the reality sank in, 'but you are a girls team' 'how observant, but we are desperate'. She then explained how with all the protective gear on no one can tell who is in goal, then after more drink, she tried the charm. They had no other option, he was a good goalie but going to be reserve at his matches for weeks, and he would not stand out as a freak person. He was 5'6" did not shave much and not broad, in fact some of the girls were bigger, he well knew this even Abby was taller than him. Could he think about it, no she replied, it was Thursday and the match was Saturday, so she would have to sort out everything on the Friday. No time to think, then she offered another drink and virtually anything he wanted if he said yes. 'Anything?' 'Well not quite but try me' he was going out Saturday night and did not have a partner, so yes if she came and paid for the drinks. The deal was done, and on Friday evening Abby dropped off a girl's team tracksuit and made sure his padding was appropriate for their goalie. She left promising to collect him on Saturday.

Abby was early she wanted to make sure Peter was dressed right. He had on the tracksuit, a nice lilac colour, with a baseball cap and clean white trainers. That was fine but she wanted to add something, not sure what she had persuaded him into, he let her put mascara on his lashes, and a lipstick that just added to his natural colour. This he thought might be to far, but neither wanted to get caught did they. The match went well, he was huddled in a crowd to the changing room, where he got a little shy about being in the amongst the girls, especially when he was told a box was unacceptable as it stood out to far, 'you never see a girl with a bump there' so a jock strap tightly fitted followed by the other gear, and with the helmet who could see him.

It was nervy going onto the pitch, what if someone spotted him. But nobody did, they all called him pet which felt odd but he did have a northeast accent so seemed acceptable. The best part was playing, the girls he knew were no easy players and it was hard, a few saves, one goal against, and to be playing in a match was great. The icing was that they won; normally he would take of the helmet but thought better of it when they celebrated. Everybody was full of thanks, and carried on into the showers. He tried to hide in a corner, but Kat came over and pulled him in, bright red he showered with eleven naked girls who were not shy at all. It was an excellent feeling to win and then be part of the girl's fun, but he was glad when Abby dropped him at home and he could relax.

Abby kept her part of the bargain, and enjoyed an evening at the party with Peter. He was so unkempt and shy she knew why he never had a girlfriend, not a good catch at all. She wore a black hugging dress and tried her best to be sociable with his work friends. He was even awkward when they left, usually she would expect to be flirted with, but Peter did not seem to know how to be the man in this situation. But she did recognise how important it had been for him to have a partner, at least for appearances, and she did like him not just because he had kept goal for them.

Peter put the weekends pleasures behind him, and looked forward to practice midweek. And was shocked again to find Abby on the phone asking him for a drink. He asked what she wanted, she was honest and said company for a drink and a favour again. So that weekend another home game and Abby picked him up, checked his dress added a little make up, and smuggled him into the changing rooms. The other girls were happy to see him, and promised to defend better so he did not have to call out for help, his voice had attracted the odd look, and he promised to keep the voice down.

They won again 3.1 and the celebrations were fun again. It was only mid season but they had strung together a series of wins, and things looked good. For Peter it was even better because Abby asked him out that evening, he was a bit coy but said yes. It was only a film and a drink. The film was Tootsies though and over the drink Abby was able to say that's you in way, pretending to be a girl and getting away with it. This oddly made him quite proud, and Abby noticed it and wondered when Kat would be fit again. She was only in jeans and a top but was able to talk about how clothes change how she felt, and how people saw her. This was new to him and fell in with the conversation, finding it surprisingly interesting.

Well midweek came and when Peter heard Abby's voice he knew Kat was not fit yet, and when she suggested a drink he assumed the favour would get bigger. He was right, the next match was away, and Kat would be out for a month, five matches, would he be able to help that much? There was not much to consider, he was playing on a winning team, Abby and the girls appreciated him, and it was fun. So he said yes, then Abby said I think we ought to look at how we get you to away matches first. He thought it would be like the home games, but Abby assured him they would not be able to smuggle him in so easily in an unfamiliar ground. Being blunt he would have to be ready to walk in the front door and be seen by anybody. How difficult can that be he asked, well I'm not sure Abby admitted, but to be found out was definitely not an option, as it could lead to disciplinary problems with the referees.

So he was persuaded, with ease it must be added, to get some drinks and call round at Abby's home. He was surprised to see her dressed up as if ready to go out, 'But I brought some drinks' he offered. She took them and poured out two glasses, then sat down and started to discuss how he felt about what he was being asked to do, and what he thought it might entail. Relaxed by drink he came round to agreeing that he had to do more than wear lipstick, he had to be ready for anything, his underwear might be seen, his hair needed styling, but the one thing that he had not thought of was he would have to shave his body. She would also like to try a dummy run before the getting to the fixture, so that meant they were going out that evening, with him looking female. Nothing extreme she assured him, a pair of women's trousers, a red jumper and his white trainers, with some make up, styling the hair so it had more volume and a bit of jewellery. He thought it over then asked where they would be going, a club on the other side of the city. Let's do it he said wishing to find out if this would work.

First of he had not thought about underwear, he needed some bust so clipped a bra on and padded it for the top, then changed his briefs for knickers as the panty line would stand out wrong through the thinner and better fitting women's trousers. He tucked himself between his legs, and got dressed. Nothing to shocking there he felt. Abby then sat him down so she could do the make up. All he was aware of was brushes and sponges on his skin. But when she finished he looked in a mirror and was astounded at how his features looked different. The eyes, lips and cheeks all had more definition.

'We ready then?' 'Now or never' Peter replied not sure how good he was, but really liking the new image, and of course the attention. There was the bonus that he was going out with a really good-looking girl, and that did not happen often in his life.

The club was a good drive away, and he did not notice straight away, but then I dawned on him it was a gay bar, four from the team were there as couples which he had suspected but now it was confirmed made him reassess them for some reason. Abby introduced him to her friends as Pet, who all seemed very nice, but he felt as though on trail. So asked how he was doing, fine Abby reassured him hardly anyone has commented and she had asked several for their comments, all favourable, 'one even asked if you were available until she found out your sex'. 'I am supposed to be flattered by that. A lesbian fancies me, some compliment hey' It took a while to convince him that this was a good reaction, and by the way do you not like women fancying you, she added.

The match day turned out to be another triumph, the winning run was putting off the opposition, and Pet had no problem walking into the clubhouse, even if he was holding as much kit in front of him as possible to hide behind.

After a couple of weeks, he would get up on a Saturday and just dress in the 'Pet' track suit instead of waiting for Abby to call, he had even been playing with make up so on the fourth week he was ready and waiting. Abby decided to test him out, and said some of the girls were going out Saturday night, did he fancy going. He initially said yes, but when it was pointed who it was with and where they were going he backed off a bit. When she almost insisted he come out and have some fun, he felt obliged to agree. It being an away match they got back in the late afternoon, and Abby took him to her home for a meal, and to get changed.

While she cooked, he was shown to her bedroom and told to look through the wardrobes. This was a revelation to him, he was unaware that fabrics felt so good, he saw them on women and admired from afar, but to touch was lovely. She came in to see how he was getting on, and found him with a satin blouse in his hands, 'feels great, doesn't it' embarrassed at being caught doing something he had always thought of as naughty he quickly to put it down, but through the blushes he said yes, as she told him it was OK and there was nothing wrong he had permission. The meal would be an hour cooking, had he had a good ferret around, what did he like, he blushed again, 'well, that blouse goes nicely with these trousers' and she lifted out a pair of soft white bootlegs. So he took them out of the room and changed, the blouse felt so cool and soft on his body it was sensual, the trousers fitted well but long, again the softness was lovely. He was about to point out they were long when she commented that they look good with heels, and found some white heeled sandals. Stand up in those, she encouraged, and the trousers fell just right. 'They do look good' he offered ' I think we should really go for it tonight what do you reckon, I'll try to equal you, two chicks out on the town eh'

While he tried out the heels by walking about the living room, Abby found a pair of tight jeans and a crop top, then did her make up with bold in mind, to match the face she had done on Peter's, a pair of stiletto's finished her outfit. 'You look great' Peter admired, 'not so bad yourself, those pants really give you a nice arse, come on lets go' once again he felt nervous stepping out the door, what will people think, a bloke got up like this, but with Abby's confidence he made it to the car and he relaxed back into enjoying the sensations of the clothes.

They meet up with the four they had met before, he was asked to give a twirl and they each commented on the shoes, style and good looks. He was very pleased to be flattered from women who did not particularly look at men. One comment about had he tried a skirt yet, was a seed which would germinate later; encouraged by Abby who was told what a good job she had done on him.

They drank, chatted, walked around the bars, and danced until early morning, as they tired Abby wanted to get to bed, so they left. 'Enjoyed it' she asked, of course he confirmed. 'Fancy going out again?' 'That would be nice' then Abby delved a little deeper. 'Which part do you like, the being out in this area, being dressed as a woman, or being dressed in nice clothes?' Peter was stumped for a minute and delayed his answer. 'Well, I like being with you, and if I am honest these clothes are so nice I can not believe I have never noticed before' and then he added ' It is quite nice being female, well at least looking female' Abby listened and boosted his ego telling him how good he looked and that it was bound to feel good because he was attractive and the blouse in particular was lovely. The word attractive surprised him; 'you find me attractive?' she swallowed and said yes. Then he asked if he was more attractive as Pet. Abby did not want to answer, 'You did not fancy me as Peter, did you?' 'I liked you, but you are more my type now' How dim had he been, she was gay.

The drive home had been long in thought, so when they were at his door she declined a coffee, and left Peter to make a dash for the door hoping no neighbours were looking. He went to bed with the outfit hung carefully in his room, waiting to be put on again.

He did wear the clothes again, but they did not feel as good without the whole look, Peter's face and hair were too obvious. But he did take an interest in the girls magazines he found lying around the office, checking up on make up and styles, thinking how would he look in that outfit, which worried him at first but soon faded thinking what the heck it's fun.

His month as substitute goalie was nearing its end, and so was the season. Just a handful of league games, then the knock out cup to finish. The league was down to a few points, and they were in the last eight of the tournament that would be played out over the Easter weekend. Kat was back training but only gently, so it was agreed that Pet would play to the end of the season. Possibly equal to the opportunity to play, Peter relished the chance to be with Abby, so after the Wednesday training asked if she fancied going out one night. He was told to call at hers after work on Friday adding just how far will you go. Then said see you and walked off.

Friday at work was very distracting, he wanted to know what she had in mind, but also he wanted to get dressed in nice clothes again, to put the dullness of Peter away again. At lunch he went out and bought himself some underwear, and went to the toilets to change into his knickers and camisole, hidden beneath the Peter clothes he felt the softness and enjoyed it.

Abby was at hers when he arrived, she greeted him with a kiss, then offered him a meal, and wine. He couldn't wait to tell her what he had bought, she smiled 'Oh go on and take of the dull stuff, there's a robe behind the door. Then I want to see' minutes later he was back with her, and opened the robe for her to see. 'Very nice, can you pour the wine dear'. He did as asked, over dinner they talked about various things but mostly about what they should do with Pet. In the underwear it was obvious something needed to be done with the hairy legs agian, and Abby wanted to pull out a few stray eyebrow hairs. 'How much can we spend do you think?' Abby asked, 'why', then she went on to tell of the web sites she had been on, and the products that were for sale. 'You could have your own tits, and one shows how to get a flat front down there, and then you will need to add to your small collection of clothes, so how much can we spend on Pet?' Pet looked concerned, this sounded like it could get expensive, and asked about prices, Abby gave him the tit prices, and how much she paid for clothes, then added that for the first shopping trip they could go halves, say 200 in a kitty each. 'But why?' he wanted to ask, and did eventually. 'Because I like you, and this is fun to see how it goes, if you don't like it we can stop if you want' 'Oh no I'm fine, 200 sounds enough, is it?'

That evening was spent sorting out Peter's body so it looked better in the undies. His legs were shaved, and then his eyebrows tidied up. Then Abby gave him a lesson in make up, and one in hair styling. By which time it was late and they had drunk too much to drive. 'Stop the night, the sofa is fine, I'll find you a duvet and something to sleep in' she offered, 'Then we can go to the match from here tomorrow. OK?' She disappeared into her bedroom, to return in pyjamas, holding a duvet and a nightie, 'I don't wear this one, mum bought it for a present, hopes I'll go all girlie for her.' It was a long red satin nightie. Peter blushed; 'Go on try it, I know you will like it' she was right it was gorgeous. They had a drink, quick kiss, then of to the bed. Though the satin did keep Peter awake with its soft sensuous feelings.

Morning came and he made himself useful preparing breakfast, and enjoying swanning around in the nightie. Abby came down later and smiled at her friend 'You can keep it if you want' gesturing to the red satin, 'It suits you more than me' They had a while before they needed to leave for the match, so Peter was told to go and get ready for a full girlie day. She had left out some clothes, and made it obvious which make up to use, then left him to it. He started by brushing his hair back into a style, then putting on his undies, filling the bra a bit to much, then he pulled on the jeans left out which were tight, then he picked up the jumper, it was really soft lambs wool the label said, remember that he thought. Last he tried the make up, just lips and mascara. Abby came in after what she thought long enough, complimented him told him it was time to go and collect his kit from his house. Terror struck him, in daylight his neighbours would see, Abby calmed him down with a fleece jacket and baseball cap, and the day started. Collecting the kit was easy as it turned out, getting to the match was as easy as expected, the match was tough, he had to do some good saves, but it was a 4.3 win, so the changing rooms were electric, then somebody noticed he had shaved, and both he and Abby got teased mercilessly.

Lunch in a pub, and Abby explained what she had in mind for the afternoon. Find the shop that sells tits, and then go clothes shopping. Well she argued he needed some clothes that were his, not always relying on her would be better and she maybe did not have the look he would like. 'Which is?' he enquired, and was told to look around and pick out the girls that looked best to him, and if she did not mind being seen with him in that style then they knew what they were looking for. Peter said something lame like most girls look good, but Abby got him to be more specific, picking out individuals and asking about legs, skirts, tops, shoes. They arrived at the specialist shop for tits, a transvestite shop in fact where they could have bought a full outfit, but Abby wanted to test him in public, so bought his tits and had a look round at wigs and clothes, giggling at the outlandish things available. He was allowed to use the changing rooms to put them into his bra, coming out proudly bouncing them, 'Almost as good as yours' he exclaimed. He could feel them moving around under the sweater and making it ride so his midriff was showing, 'Excellent, now to get you kitted out for tonight' 'Meaning' Peter asked 'Meaning I have been working out a look for you.' He nodded 'I think you like girls to look like girls, not butch? So I reckon we should go for the fully feminine girlie look without a hint of masculinity' 'Meaning' he tried again. 'Meaning, that if we are going out tonight, as agreed, then you should look your best, none of this androgynous stuff, go for a girlie style.' Straight faced Peter asked 'Do I get any say in this, or should I just say yes?' Abby nodded and smiled, 'I think you will enjoy it so just follow me and be a good girl' Abby had never called him a girl before, but he looked down and could see no reason to indicate she was wrong.

Feeling very nervous he was lead into the department stores, and first shown the lingerie, tights or stockings? Get both. Bras what size and feel these, knickers, what style, very nice, sexy, Saturday night pants, white cotton for weekdays how sensible. With a couple of bags already Abby then took him to Top Shop. She headed straight for the skirt rail, 'here how's about this' and offered a denim skirt, next she found a white blouse with frills done the front. 'They should fit but just try them on in case' overwhelmed by her confidence he allowed her to lead him to the changing cubicles, and make him try them on. The skirt was loose so she trotted off to find a smaller size, which fitted tightly. Abby was very pleased with the purchases, and announced they had enough left for shoes. Still recovering for the Top Shop, and grateful the skirt was not a mini, he finds himself entering Dolcis, black sandals Abby suggests and when the assistant comes over, she smiles, 'Your choice' and looks at Peter who tries them on. Abby smiles and says they are fine.

Once outside she tells Peter off for not answering the girl, 'she was only being polite, and you were rude. You will have to get used to talking you know, it is what us girls do'

Suddenly Peter stopped and looked at himself in a window, 'this was only to help out the team as goalie, now look at me, what have I done?' as he looked at the feminine form Abby came back to him, slipped an arm into his, 'We've had enough, lets go home and have a rest' then still linking arms they walked to the car. Once driving he asked the same question, Abby thought for a minute, 'I like you better as a girl, you are more pretty, easier to get on with, and look so convincing it seems a shame not too doesn't it. And we still have some fixtures left, and it would be fun to go without the sneaking about, just up front and brazen.' 'Well there is the hockey I suppose' 'Right then, for the hockey team, but I insist you relax and enjoy yourself'.

That evening Peter tried on the new clothes. Abby making sure he wore the night out undies, stockings, thong, satin bra, then the new blouse and skirt, she fastened the tiny buckles on the sandals, then helped with his make up, the colours being stronger than before. And when she brought out a pack of false nails he was helpless to say no as she painted them red to match the lips. He went over to the mirror the frills exaggerating the bust, the skirt tight and straight, 'Do you like what you see?' 'I look like a tart' he exclaimed. 'No a sexy girlfriend, not a tart, tarts are out looking for someone, you are my sexy other half. OK' and she undid the blouse to the cleavage, and sprayed on some scent.

Abby dressed in a trouser suit and flat shoes, with no make up. Could not compete she said, but Peter did like her what ever she wore. The evening went well, they ate, then met up with some team members, who were full of admiration for the dressed up Peter. Once on their way back to Abby's Peter was very relaxed having drunk plenty, and he noticed Abby was sliding a hand up his skirt, he had dreamt of doing this to a girl, but on himself was lovely. Once inside they undressed and for the first time in ages Peter made love, though he was on his back, and still in most of the clothes, only the skirt and blouse had come off. Later he joined Abby in her bed, still with the bra and knickers on, over the nightie. This was indeed totally new to him.

Next morning he awoke with Abby's arms wrapped around him, once up she made some breakfast whilst he cleaned himself up. 'Now ask that question about why you are doing this' 'All right you win; it was great last night for many reasons. Just where do I stop' Abby then asked about his sexual past, and how he felt in the clothes, and how he felt about her. And she just saw an innocent, naïve person enjoying them, who would probably do whatever she asked, and if she were honest she would do anything for him, as long as he asked while wearing a skirt.

With only a couple of matches to the end of the season, Peter was getting more at ease with going about in his skirt, though oddly not at home matches where he was too easily recognised. But away matches always lead to a whole weekend in skirts. The winning continued and they finished up as the league leaders. With jubilant celebrations after the last match, followed by a big party in town where the whole team found out how smart he could look away from the pitch.

The reward for being league champions was that they got to play in a knock trophy with the other leagues for a place in the northern league. But the thing they all looked forward to was the weekend the final matches happened on. This was the big do of the season, all clubs were invited to the dinner dance which followed the final, but mostly it was played to far away for our team to go for a social, but this time they booked rooms and tickets.

The first round of matches went well, and the following weekend they were confirmed as being in the semis. Abby and Peter had to consider this coming weekend with care, not just a day out, but a weekend away with possibly two matches. The team had mostly decided to stay to the final if they lost the semi, but to get into the final was the dream. So they had to plan from Saturday morning's early drive, to the Monday return journey. Peter would stop Friday night, and leave all his male stuff behind, he had his kit and track suit which would be fine for match times, but what about evenings and the dinner. The trousers and the skirt he had would be good enough relaxing in, but the dinner was smart. Abby had a few things that might do but a long dress has to be the right length and they were a little short on Pet. So Abby got the team mates in on the task, one worked for a clothes wholesaler and would look out a suitable dress, one had been a hairdresser and expected to be busy that night anyway, but if he came round midweek she could tidy it up in preparation. Abby also had decided on a few extra treats as he would be dressed for the whole time, but would not tell until she was ready.

Tuesday Stephanie called with a boot full of dresses, and Peter is told to go and put on some underwear, for some odd reason he found standing around in the bra and pants embarrassing, but was relaxing all the time they went through the choices. There was a Chinese style red dress with side splits, and lemon backless dress with a full skirt. Both fitted well, but how could the backless work with a bra, Abby asked to keep them both saying we could think about the bust later.

Wednesday at lunchtime Peter had buy extra pants to keep him in place, the shopping was a worry in case he was seen, but then having to put the bag down at work worried him if some one got a peak at the contents.

Wednesday evening Abby suggests he still needs shoes, he can use her make up, and Alice would do his hair on Thursday, all this to think about and training.

Thursday Alice calls at Abby's, and discusses with Abby mostly how the hair should look, Peter though from the lack of regular visits to a barber was still keen to know it would not turn out to feminine. She undid his ponytail and brushed it out, then trimmed it wet and fixed heated rollers all over, then after a tea, she brushed them out and added some gel to the hair. It ended up a long bob with the bottom flicked out and the fringe sweeping across. 'What looks good is colouring the underneath layers, looks quite dramatic' Alice suggested, 'Not now please, I have go to work tomorrow' 'Pity, I could make you really pretty' then Abby showed the dresses, 'Oh the lemon, and let me use some colour at the weekend' Peter thought to say but I am a man, but knew it would be pointless, Abby wore the trousers around there. Abby sent him away that evening with his hair brushed flat and the reassurance she would do a little shopping for him on Friday.

Friday morning he put on a pair on knickers, which was normal now, and packed very little for the weekend, everything would be at Abby's. He went straight from work, and let himself in, and was surprised to find Abby home early, just preparing she said, and told him to change, but followed him to offer a few surprises, first she had been web surfing and had an idea for a neater panty line. He shaved some hair, and then Abby taped his penis back with the balls fixed inside. Now before he could have a good look she has got the false tits out and without a bra glued them in place on the chest. 'Next I have some fake tan, so lie down please' and she massages it into his legs and back, then sat him up to do the arms and neck. 'Could I have a bra please' was his only request as the busts were pulling on his skin. 'Right, give it five minutes, then shower and get dressed, don't forget to do your make up. While I make some food' Eventually he got to support his breasts with a bra, dressed in a jumper and trousers then went to see Abby. 'Go and put a skirt on, show off your legs' Peter dutifully complied, and showed off his legs. 'Right' Abby announced after eating, 'one last treat for today, I have you booked in for some feminising, get a coat please' he was a bit of balance with all that was happening, but unquestioningly just followed her.

The feminising was a salon, Abby had made the booking and just went in confirmed that it was a treat for her friend then left. Peter was rather worried, he did his best to remember all he had learnt about speech, and tried to comprehend what they could do. Nails was the main thing, but I play hockey he protested, they are strong and will be fine in your gloves, they knew he was the goalie, what else did they know he wondered. He let them do his fingers, mainly because he did not know how Abby would take it if he refused, and the girls were nice, added to which he always liked long polished nails on a woman.

Abby returned to find her man, with long pink fingernails, polished toe nails and plucked eyebrows. 'You look brilliant, can't wait to show you to the others' Peter commented on how long the nails were and they would not be good in gloves playing hockey. Abby said he would be fine, but the weekend was not going to be all about hockey he felt.

That night he slept poorly, mainly because of having his groin taped up, and weights glued to his chest. But neither was for coming off easily, so they were left. In the morning they all gathered to catch a coach together, as he stood there he realised there were others besides the team, partners and family he expected, and he had to assume none knew his true identity, and if they did it might cause trouble. Some of the team who they socialized with came over and complimented him on how good he looked, but he really wanted to get on the coach and hide by a window, maybe sleep.

After a rest on the journey, they arrived at a large hotel, Abby went to sort the room and the wheeled their bags to their double room. 'Whose idea was this? A double bed' 'mine' Abby replied 'you are happy sleeping with me?' Peter realised what he had said and apologised, of course he wanted to sleep with her, he was just a little out of sorts with everything that was happening. Then she apologised, not realising how this new look might not be so easy to accept as she thought. He was enjoying the clothes, her company, and the fun of the whole thing, but sometimes he caught a glimpse of himself and wondered how he might be seen, or whether it was worth the risk of humiliation. They did not have much time for a heart to heart as there was a team meeting soon. But Abby reassured him with words about the team, and about their friendship, which were designed to make him feel needed, whilst at the same time unable to leave for fear of damaging them. She even persuaded him to go to the team talk in the polo shirt and gym skirt the rest of the team played in. he felt exposed in such a short skirt, but Abby told him it looked great and let him know by touch she liked the hem so high up the thigh. 'Never thought we'd get you in a mini, maybe we should reconsider your wardrobe' 'I can't possibly imagine what you mean!' 'Come you hussy or we will be late'

The team talk went well, Kat was with them and feeling much fitter, so they could have a sub, but Peter would start as he had got them there. They had the first match that afternoon, then the final and runner up game on Sunday. And not too much wild party that night, save it for Sunday.

The match went well, they won. But for Peter the events after the match were far more interesting. The girls noticed his tits did not come off, and his penis was tucked away. So he got plenty of comment about that and the nails. Then they hatched a plan amongst a few of them. Once back at the hotel they burst into the bedroom and told him to behave or else instead of pleasant feminine things happening, it would hurt, which he did not doubt as two were defenders, and he had seen them attack the opposition. He had to allow them their way. Alice was brought in and she coloured the underneath of his hair so when it flicked out the lighter colour would show. Next he was plucked till he felt sure his eyebrows must have disappeared. There was a parting comment of how they were of to change and expected him to meet them dressed in a style, which would fit their idea of girlie, or else more dramatic things might happen to him.

He was left with Abby. He did not know whether to feel betrayed, or pleased at what they had done to him. A look in the mirror confirmed what he expected and he liked it. Abby broke the silence, 'It only started as a bit of fun, but I did stop them doing anything permanent to your hair, and the brows are not too thin. And to be honest you look smashing' she paused to see if he protested 'Would you like me to finish off the makeup and choose some clothes?' Peter looked at her 'Do I have a choice?' he knew he could say no and that would probably mean an end to the fun, so decided to see where this would lead, and said yes.

First she did his face, with stronger colours on the eyes and used liner as well as a glossy pink on the lips. Next he was shown the clothes, a short pink mini with a matching frilly blouse that was practically see through. Where did it come from he asked, apparently they had had a meeting of people the same size and come up with the outfit. As Abby explained this, she brought out the white stilettos, and a white leather choker. 'Looks like a dog collar?' he suggested then as he dressed he asked if he was her puppy and if she was training him. Saying this he had to ask for help fastening the choker, the nails got in the way if it was fiddly. Abby did wonder to suggest if he needed a lead for the collar, or to reassure him he was free to choose. But as she thought, he got up and strutted about the room, looked in the mirror, put his hand through his hair then smoothed the skirt down, it was terribly short, and posed. Abby nearly said she did not need a lead, instead went over and stroked his arse. The hem came up very quickly, but when she turned him round to kiss, he objected saying she would ruin the lips. Feeling a little rejected she had final feel between his legs and he was excited, 'Later then?' 'Later' he agreed and she went to dress in a sombre trouser and blouse with no make up.

The evening was fun, a meal at the hotel then most of the team went into town and visited a few bars, Peter was very aware he was the only one dressed up, everyone else was in trousers or modest skirts. And the bars were straight with plenty of ogling men, one or two who tried their chance at chatting him up. Every time he was rescued, Abby wanted to know how he felt being attractive to men, as well as women. Peter was shocked, attractive? This raised the question, did he like men, and which women. Abby confirmed besides her there were two others who would love to know him better. This gave him plenty to think about, he had never seen himself as attractive as a man, and the flattery was going to his head. But Abby kept a close eye and hand on him, making sure he knew he was hers.

Once back alone they had some fun in bed before sleeping till morning. Sat up in bed Peter asked about the other things the team had thought to do. Abby was not sure this was a good idea, but he insisted. 'Right then, Monica is a nurse, she reckoned she temporarily sew your genitals up. Alice could do anything to your hair, perm it, colour it, lengthen it, and cut it. Fi wanted to pierce your ears and naval. And Steph liked the idea of a flower tattoo. You see what I saved you from, it would be embarrassing going back to work with blonde curly hair, ear rings, a tattoo, and sore penis as it would surely have tried to strain the stitches.' She turned to look at him 'Happy?' 'When I get a bra on, these tits are heavy' was his reply.

Anyway there was a last match to play, the opposition were fearsome, and both Peter and a newly fit Kat had a spell in goal, but they both let one in and that was enough for them to lose by. The after match celebrations were muted, they wanted to win so losing was not nice. They showered and went quietly back for a rest telling themselves they had never done so well before.

Abby and Peter took a couple of bottles to their room and had a quiet drink, then as their mood changed they realised the other big event was getting Peter all dressed up. The sight of the dress and what they planned sent the blues away.

After showering he did his make up dressed only in a lacy thong, then with Abby's help stepped into the lemon dress, the front did give some support to the weight of the breasts, but with so much bare skin, the hem stopping at the top of his legs and with nothing on his back from the halter neck to his arse checks, and with only pants on, he felt vulnerable. He wished for the longer skirts and jackets, but as he looked at himself he was aware how good the dress looked, then Abby's hand stroked his bare back down to the pants, it felt incredible. He turned to kiss her, forgetting the make up, and the time they fell onto the bed and almost made love. They licked each other till they came, then held each other until Abby noticed the time and sat up with a jump and they dressed quickly and left for the meal and presentations.

They all had a good night, Peter was on a high, Abby never left his side, or her hand from his skin, but on of the girls pushed something into Abby's pocket, which he later found out to be a dildo when they were alone and getting passionate again.

With the hockey season over, and no remotely plausible reason for Pet to stay around, it did not take much for Abby to keep her new friend, though it was only for weekends and the odd evening together, full conversion she felt might be more difficult, and she should just enjoy the unusual friend she had found, and see where the relationship went.

  

  

  

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