The Lesson

by Jennifer White

 

I had been meaning to get into a new fitness program, because I had been gaining a few pounds here and there. My buddies all kidded me about my 'beer belly', and how I'd never find a girlfriend if I didn't lose some weight. What kind of chick would want a thirty-something guy who was out of shape? So I was determined to do something about it.

I was talking to this attractive woman named Liz at work one day. We had lunch together from time to time. I was interested in her of course, but she never showed me that she wanted anything other than to be friends. But I still enjoyed her company. As we ate, she told me that she used to have a weight problem. I couldn't believe it, based on how good she looked.

"Me too" I said. "But exercise gets dull for me. I get bored, and I can't keep on a program."

"That's just how it was for me!" she said. "But I found something that I could stick to."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Well, a girlfriend got me to join a tennis club with her. I play three times a week now. Its competitive, so I don't get bored. And there is a lot of running involved, so I've really lost a lot of weight, and toned up."

"Sounds wonderful" I said, admiring her firm athletic body.

As we talked some more, she invited me to go to the club with her that weekend, and give it a try.

"There is this one teaching pro I swear by. She is *such* a good instructor. I'll set you up for a private lesson with her" she said.

"All right, I'll give it a shot" I replied.

What did I have to lose? Plus, I'd be doing something social with Liz. Who knew, perhaps it could grow into something more than just friends from there? Perhaps we'd start playing tennis together, then start hanging out more. I was all for the idea, so I agreed.

"Here's the address" she said, writing with her neat script on a piece of paper she produced from her purse. "See you there at noon on Saturday!"

* * *

 

I was nervous as I walked in the entrance of the tennis club, at 11:45 on Saturday. It was a private club, so I had to fill out a guest form, then wait for Liz to come pick me up so I could get inside. Right on the dot at noon, she arrived, dressed in her little tennis outfit. I loved how the little skirt was so short, and really showed off her long firm athletic legs.

She took me for a tour, showing me the courts, the workout center, the restaurant, and then the spa.

"They do massages here, as well as manicures, pedicures, and facials."

"Sounds nice" I said, trying to sound interested. I mean, who cares about all that stuff?

It was a hot day in June, but the club was well air conditioned, so it wasn't too hot in there, like I had feared. At the gyms I had tired, it was like a sweatbox this time of year, and I hated it. But this was very nice.

"Over there is the pool" she continued, "and there's the locker rooms. Go put on your stuff, and I'll meet you in the lounge over there."

"Sounds good" I said. "What about a racquet?"

"We'll go to the pro shop and get you one" she said.

I went to the locker rooms, and walked in the door labeled "Gentlemen". I looked around. It was very nice. The lockers were large and in good shape, as opposed to the banged up dirty ones at the gym. Nice.

In the middle of the room, there were leather couches and chairs, facing the large screen TV at the end of the room, which was showing the basketball game. Several guys were sitting there, naked, or with just at towel around their waist, drinking Gatorade, watching the game.

At the far end, there was a sauna, and a whirlpool. I looked at the sinks, with their full array of combs, disposable razors, shaving cream, mouthwash, after shave, cologne, and other little toiletries. Very nice. So you wouldn't have to bring your own.

There was a large room with several dozen shower heads on the wall. And a door connecting to the pool, as well as the door I had come in. What a nice setup! You wouldn't have to walk all wet through the club to get to the lockers. So much better than the gym. I could see myself getting to like this place.

* * *

 

I met Liz at the lounge, then we went to the pro shop, and she helped me pick out a racquet to try.

"I tried once when I was in high school" I said, "but I never really got the hang of it."

"Don't worry, Jocelyn is really good with beginners. She'll get your swing in shape in no time! She will make a tennis player out of you. You'll be surprised how quickly she does it."

"Are going to sit there and watch us?" I said, feeling nervous that she'd see me making all kinds of mistakes. That would be embarrassing.

"No, I'll be in a group class while she's working on you. But I'll meet up with you later."

"Okay" I said, relieved.

 

We walked over to the observation area, to watch the players who were on the court hitting the ball. They all looked like they really knew what they were doing. I instantly felt intimidated, because I would be such a weak player compared to them.

But my self-pity was cut short, when I looked up to see this really hot blond walking towards me, tennis racquet in hand.

"Hey Liz" she said, smiling and waving at my friend. That made me very glad that *I* knew Liz, because now I'd get introduced.

"And you must be my new student. Liz has told me all about you" she said.

"Nice to meet you" I said, extending my hand.

"I'm Jocelyn. I'll be your instructor today."

I looked at Liz, then back at Jocelyn. I couldn't believe my luck, that she had hooked me up with such a cute looking tennis pro. Wow! I could hardly take my eyes off of her.

"I've got to go stretch before my class starts" said Liz.

"Have fun!" I said.

"See you later" she shot back, as she turned to leave us. She looked back over her shoulder at me, smiled and winked. She was leaving me alone with Jocelyn. Cool.

 

Jocelyn asked me about my background: had I ever played tennis before (just a little). Did I ever play much sports (yes). What was my overall fitness level (pretty good, but not great), and so on.

"Are you ready to start?" she said.

"Oh yes" I replied, eager to learn from this gorgeous lady.

"Then lets get started" she said. "Follow me."

I followed her down a hallway, and into a room that looked like they must have held aerobics and pilates classes there during the day. Right now, it was empty.

"We're not going onto the court?" I asked.

"Not just yet. I need to go over some of the basics with you. Only after you've got that down, will we go out and hit."

Me, alone with her in a room for a while? No problemo!

 

"Now lets start with the first, most important thing you need to know about tennis" she said.

I was all ears. *The* most important thing. I would be sure to listen carefully to her advice here.

"The first thing you need to know about tennis" she said, "is that...you get to wear just the cutest clothes! I mean, just look at this little white skirt."

"What?" I said, confused. What did cute clothes have to do with a tennis lesson? And yes, the skirt looked awesome on her, but what did that have to do with me?

"You need to be quiet now" she said. "You need to listen to me. Don't interrupt again, okay?"

I nodded. I didn't know why I did that. I wanted to argue with her about the direction this lecture was taking. But then again, how could I, as a man, argue with this gorgeous creature? She was so sexy, so hot. I found myself almost mesmerized, just staring at her. So like it or not, I shut up, and listened.

"Now then" she continued, "I was saying how you get to wear just the cutest clothes. yes, you can wear shorts, but skirts are a much better option. Even then, you have choices. Now a traditional tennis skirt is just a wrap around. You need to wear special tennis panties underneath it. They come with pockets to put an extra tennis ball when you're serving. That's about the only time you'd want balls under your skirt."

She laughed, and it was so contagious that I found myself laughing too.

"Or the newer modern tennis skirts come with built-in shorts. The shorts have a very snug fit, so you don't have to worry about anyone looking up your skirt and seeing anything. The nice thing about them, is that you can wear your regular panties. When you need to hold an extra ball, you just push the ball up there, and the shorts hold it in place against your leg. I highly recommend that option."

I nodded as she said it, as if in agreement. Of the two options, it did make the most sense, although I still didn't understand why she was bothering to tell me this. It didn't apply to me, so why bother? But I was patient, and continued to listen.

"Now the tops" she said. "There are different kinds of tops too. Your basic choices are to wear a traditional top and a sports bra, or some of the newer tops come with a built-in bra! So you can wear something with spaghetti straps, and still get the support you need, so that your boobs aren't bouncing all around. You wouldn't want them to sag early, now would you?"

I nodded my head in agreement. Saggy boobs didn't sound good. But what did this have to do with me? She was treating me like I was some woman student, not a man. I was going to say something, but she cut me off before I could. It was like talking to my mom; it was very hard to say anything in disagreement! She had that way about her. It must have been from teaching all those children's tennis classes.

"There are also tennis dresses, which are all one piece. They look great, but I find them kind of restricting. But some players love them. You'll have to try out all the different options, and find which one is right for you."

 

Now how was this all going to make me a better tennis player, like Liz had promised me? I was frustrated. Oh well, I could stare at Jocelyn's boobs all day, and her pretty face, and long blond hair. At least I'd look interested, as she rattled on.

"Now most girls don't wear much in the way of jewelry when they play. A simple ring is okay, but anything too big can get in the way. And you're better off with stud earrings, instead of something dangling. And you should take off your watch, unless its shock resistant, and your tennis bracelet."

I nodded dumbly. Whatever.

"As for makeup, waterproof mascara is a must. If you wear something that melts, it will get into your eyes, and your vision will get all blurry. Many of the girls wear a little lipstick too, but nothing too heavy. You're going to sweat, so while you want to look good, you have to take that into account. And speaking of sweat, I like to wear a little frilly scrunchie on my wrist, to keep the sweat from running down my hand and onto the racquet. You don't want to lose your grip out there!"

Wow, something about tennis at last. How long was all this going to take. Why was I paying by the hour for this?

"And lastly, lets talk about your hair. You'll want to do something to control it, so it doesn't fly into your face. Many girls wear it in a ponytail. Some thread the ponytail through the back of a cap. Or some girls will get their hair French-braided. That's a really cute look, but when you undo the braids, your hair will be a mess!"

I rolled my eyes. Whatever you say babe.

"Now lets look at some options for playing. There's ladies singles, where you play against another women. There's ladies doubles, where you and a partner play against two other women. Or there's mixed doubles, where you and a man play against a team of a man and a woman. But I'd hold off on that, until you feel more confident in your game. You don't want some man blasting a ball hard at you, and getting you hurt. Some guys just can't control their balls."

With that, I had to giggle. She giggled too. I didn't know if she was laughing at the same thing I was or not. But whatever. At least this had *something* to do with the sport, and not stupid clothes or makeup or whatever.

 

"When you play a lot of tennis" said Jocelyn, "you'll find that your legs will get firm and hard. And you're able to show them off with the little skirts, so in time, you'll really start to love the sport, if just for that."

"Look," I said, not able to hold back anymore, "why are you telling me all this?"

"Because I have to cover the basics before we move on to more advanced topics" she said to me.

She looked me in the eye, and smiled warmly.

"You're impatient to get on court" she said.

"Yes!" I replied. Progress at last!

"Very well then, if you're ready" she said. "Follow me."

I thought we would head out the door we came in, and head down onto the court. But instead, we went through a door in the back, which led to a small private dressing room. On the wall was a tennis outfit, like she had been describing. A smooth white and pink skirt, a skimpy white top with pink trim and spaghetti straps, and matching socks, with pink around the top border.

"All right now, put this on so we can go out and hit some tennis balls."

"I'm not wearing that!" I said.

"Look at that skirt. What can you tell me about it?" she replied.

"Um...its the kind with the built-in shorts."

"Excellent. And the top?"

"It has the built in bra" I replied.

"Very good! So you won't need tennis panties or a sports bra. But here are some white cotton panties to wear. They'll breath better than the ones you have on now, so you'll be more comfortable. Now get changed, and I'll be right back."

With that she turned and left! I was completely at sea. Why was she trying to get me to wear a woman's tennis outfit? That made no sense at all. And why had she been lecturing me about women's tennis clothes, makeup, and stupid stuff like that?

There was no way I was putting that thing on. I looked around, but there were no other doors, just the one I had come in. I tried to walk out, but the door was locked from the other side.

"I hear you in there!" said Jocelyn. "Are you in your new outfit sweetie?"

"I'm not putting that thing on. Let me out. I'm going home. This is a waste of time" I said angrilly.

"Young lady, you will not use that tone of voice with me!" said Jocelyn, in full 'mother mode'. "Now put on your outfit, and get out here, right away!"

I snickered, but why was I walking over to the wall where the outfit was hanging? I picked up the panties, and held them in my hand.

"Get dressed this instance young lady!" said Jocelyn sternly.

To my surprise, I found myself undressing. Why was I doing that? Because she told me to put these clothes on? How could she be doing this to me? Why was I obeying her? I was pulling on the white cotton panties now, and reaching for the skirt.

I stepped into it, and worked it on up my waist. It seemed a little tight, but the material was very stretchy. And as I pulled it up higher and higher, it felt more and more comfortable.

Now I took off my T-shirt, and grabbed the tennis top off the hanger on the wall. I looked *really* cute, and matched the skirt so well. I pulled it over my head, and slipped my arms under the straps. I paused to put on my socks, which came up to just below the ankle. Much lower than anything I had ever worn before in my life.

"I'm all set!" I called out. Why did I sound so enthusiastic about it?

 

Jocelyn unlocked the door, and entered the room. She was all smiles and praise for me, telling me how cute I looked in my new outfit. She had a pair of sneakers for me. I sat down in the chair, and put them on. They looked awful small for me, but they fit just fine. That was strange.

"Now come with me" she said, indicating that I was to follow her out the door. I did so, and we were back in the room where she had been instructing me. We walked down the hall, and I had to shyly turn away as a lot of boys stared at me. How could she let people see me like this?

We went into a door labeled with her name. Her private office. On the wall was a full length mirror. She turned me towards the mirror, and I stared at myself.

The skirt really showed off my long smooth legs. It flared out as it draped down, matching the curve of my hips. The little top was really cute on me, showing off my thin but strong shoulders and arms. And it showed just a hint of the top of my bountiful breasts.

I don't have breasts! This can't be real! This isn't me!

I looked over to Jocelyn in a panic, but she was writing something down calmly on a pad of paper on her desk.

I was a girl. How could I be a girl???? This was wrong! No!!!!

I cupped my hands over my breasts. Oh god, they were real! Real breasts, on me! No! This isn't me. It can't be. I'm dreaming.

"Wake me up!" I said out loud.

"Yes, your outfit is a dream, isn't it?" said Jocelyn, who walked over to me. In her hand, she had a white scrunchie, and a pink one.

"We'll use this on your hair" she said, pulling my long golden hair back, and through the scrunchie, which she pulled up to my head. I now sported a ponytail.

"And this one for your wrist" she said, putting it over my hand. My hands! They were tiny! No! How could these by my hands? These were a girl's hands! No! Help!!!!

"Very pretty Andrea. You look so cute!"

She smiled and hugged me. I felt her breasts rub against me, against *my* breasts. I was a girl! I looked to be 17 or 18 years old. A little hottie. A girl in a tennis outfit. I reached down and touched myself between my long legs. Nothing. There was nothing there! Please, this can't be real! I'm a girl now!

"What did you do to me?" I said, disgusted that my voice sounded like a young girl's voice too now. I *was* a young girl. No!!!!!

"I taught you about tennis" said Jocelyn. "Now come on Andrea, lets go hit some balls."

"I'm not Andrea!" I said. "And I don't have any balls!"

"Oh you silly little girl" said Jocelyn. "We've got lots of tennis balls on the court. Now lets go hit some, and you can put your new outfit through its paces."

* * *

 

As we walked down the hall towards the tennis courts, I saw a glimpse of myself in a mirror hanging on the wall. I saw a really cute girl, with long blond hair, a pretty face, and ample breasts. She was hot. She was sexy. And she was me.

I was so confused about what was happening. Jocelyn kept calling me 'Andrea', and was acting as if it was a normal thing for me to be a girl. I guess I was in shock, so I just followed her down the hall, and onto the tennis court.

"Lets start with some forehands to warm up" she said.

She pulled out a large basket of tennis balls, on wheels. She rolled it out to one side of the court, and pointed for me to go on the other side of the net. She took a ball, and hit it to me. I swung my racquet, and bang! I hit a clean sharp shot, with topspin! It landed just inside the baseline. Power, depth, and spin. I did that?

She fed another ball. Bam! Another perfect swing. I couldn't believe this. After a while, she switched to backhands. Pop! I hit a perfect 2-handed backhand down the line. Volleys, overheads, serves...I could hit them all very well.

She did different drills with me, and I was just crushing the ball. I couldn't believe this! How did I get so good at tennis so quickly?

 

As I picked up the balls that were lying on the court, using a basket to I wouldn't have to bend down, I heard someone in the observation area say "It looks like Jocelyn has found herself another talented girl."

Now the funny thing, was that I felt *proud* about that. I was somehow talented. The fact that I was a girl, somehow that didn't bother me as much. Not to say that I was used to it, or that I liked it in the least. I wanted to get back to being myself! I would ask her when we got off the court.

 

"Jocelyn, what did you do to me?" I said. "Please, let me go back to being myself."

She just smiled and shook her head.

"Andrea, look at the time" she said. "You need to get cleaned up, and get ready so you don't miss the bus."

"The bus?" I said.

"Yes. The other junior girls will all be waiting for you. You're going to tennis camp with them this week, remember?"

"No, I...."

"Now get going! Shower up and dress. Here's your locker key."

She pressed the locker key into my hand, and hurried me into the ladies dressing room. I felt *so* intimidated! I was going in the ladies locker room!

Part of me felt excited. I'd get to see all sorts of naked women walking around. What guy wouldn't like that? But part of me felt so scared. *I* was one of *them* now.

 

I walked over to the bank of lockers on the left, and found the one I had the key for. I opened it up, and looked inside. There, I saw the outfit that was laid out for me. A mid-length skirt, with a bright floral pattern, and a little pink top. Also hanging there was a bra. I felt so intimidated! I froze, not knowing what to do.

I looked around at the locker room. The men's locker had been filled with guys lounging around naked, or barely covered. Here, the women were all wrapped with towels. They seemed a lot more self conscious about going around without clothes.

I undressed, and headed over to the shower with my towel. I noted how this room seemed cleaner than the men's room. Perhaps because there were all those little boys running around in the men's locker, making a mess. Here, everything just had that little bit of a better atmosphere.

I got to the shower area. Whereas the men's showers were set up as a bunch of shower heads on the wall, in a communal area, the women's showers were individual stalls, again for privacy. I hadn't realized that women were so modest about their bodies. I thought they'd be just like the men.

I started the shower, and stood under it as the hot water washed the sweat off my body. I took some soap from the dispenser, and started applying it all over. This was the first time I was able to explore my new body. It felt so weird to touch boobs, on *my* chest. They were a lot more sensitive than I had ever imagined. And it was so alien to me, to have these wide hips and narrow waist. My legs were long and smooth, but I could feel the start of stubble on them as I applied the soap. There were disposable razors there, so I took one and went about shaving my legs. I guess it was just instinctive. I did my armpits too, just for good measure.

Now I rinsed off, and started drying off. It was hard with all this long hair! It kept getting in the way. I looked over, and saw one young woman with long hair. She took her towel, wrapped it around her hair and did it up on her head. Kind of like a turban. So I mimicked her, and did the same thing.

Now I was able to dry off better, without the hair getting in the way. I went back to my locker, and stared at the clothes. I had no choice. I needed to get into them. So the first thing I did was pull on the silky panties. They felt so soft and nice against my, and they fit so snuggly. I couldn't believe that I was a girl. I looked down at myself, and it was still hard to grasp the reality of the situation.

Next, I put on my bra. I had trouble getting the clasps to close, so I took my arms out from under the straps, and spun the bra around so that the back of it was in front of me. I did up the clasps, then spun it around. Then I put my arms through the straps. I looked around, hoping nobody saw what I did. They might realize that I wasn't really a girl.

My breasts were very full and firm. They filled the cups of the bra completely. I was stacked. I couldn't believe it. I looked in the mirror at myself, and shook my head. How could this be me? How could this be real?

Now I put on the top, and then the skirt. I felt so strange to be surrounded by these frilly feminine clothes. The colors, the fabrics, they were so different. And to be wearing a *skirt*. I felt it swish against my legs as I moved.

I looked in the bottom of the locker, and there were a pair of shoes. They only had a small heel, so I was able to get them on and walk in them. I was glad that Jocelyn hadn't given me high heels. I didn't know how I'd do with them.

Now I guessed I needed to do something about my hair. I went over to where there were a bank of sinks and mirrors. Women were primping and preening themselves. I watched as one of them did her hair with a blow dryer. I picked up one, and tried to mimic what she was doing to herself.

Since my hair had been wrapped up in the towel, it had dried off a lot. So it didn't take long with the blow dryer to get it done. My hair was long and straight, so I was glad I didn't have to do any styling, like some of the women were doing. I didn't know how to do that, and it looked hard.

I put my wet tennis clothes into a plastic bag, and put that into my tennis bag. I was all set. In my locker was a purse. My purse. I took it out, and put the long thin strap over my shoulder. I then noticed on the top shelf that there was a diamond tennis bracelet, and a couple of rings. I put them on too, knowing that they were mine.

I grabbed my tennis bag, and walked out the door. I was so relieved for this ordeal to be over! Outside the door was Jocelyn, waiting for me.

"Oh you silly girl" she said. "You forgot to put on your makeup. Here, let me help you."

She opened my purse, dug out mascara, lipstick, and a compact with powders. She applied them to me, and when I looked in the mirror, the difference was stunning. I looked at lot sexier with makeup.

"You need to always wear your makeup Andrea" she said. In her 'mother' tone of voice. Like I'd get scolded for not doing it. Great. Now I had to wear makeup every day too.

 

Jocelyn had me follow her out into the parking lot. There, a small bus waited. I could see inside it that there were about a dozen girls, all about the same age that I was.

"You're going to tennis camp with the girls for a week" she said. "When you get back, you'll start entering tournaments. Now off you go. Make me proud Andrea."

I got on the bus, as Jocelyn handed a suitcase to the driver, who put it underneath in the cargo area. I could just imagine what was in that for me. I looked around at all the teenage girls, and I felt *so* intimidated. I didn't know much about 17 year old girls! What was I going to do? What was I going to say?

"Hi there, I'm Sheila" said a brunette sitting in the next row.

"I'm Andrea" I replied, using my new female name.

"I know. I saw you hitting down there with Jocelyn. You're really good. You might be the best junior girl at the club."

"Thanks" I said, looking away. It was hard to take praise like that.

"Have you ever been to camp before?" she said.

"No" I replied.

"Well, it is a lot of work. You are on court at least 6 hours each day. And you do other exercises too. But it is also a lot of fun. Its all girls, so you don't have to get intimidated playing a boy."

"That's good" I said, relieved.

"Of course, we found out that there is a boy scout camp a mile down the road. Some of us like to sneak out, and go over to meet them. Coach says no boys, but hey, if I'm going away like this, I'm going to have some fun!"

"Yeah" added the girl sitting on the other side. "I'd go crazy there for a whole week with no boys. You can come with us when we sneak out."

"I don't know..." I said. I had no interest in sneaking out to meet boys!

"Oh, don't be such a spoilsport. You'll love it. Now listen. We decided that we're going to French braid each other's hair on the bus trip. Can I do yours? Its so long and nice."

"I wanted to do hers" said Sheila.

"Well then, you can do mine" she replied.

 

I stared helplessly out the window as the bus started to pull away. I was a teenage girl, heading to camp. My long hair was being French braided. My boobs were jiggling, as the bus went over the speed bump. And I was with a bunch of girls who wanted to sneak out to meet boys.

I felt helpless! I felt trapped. I wanted to scream, to run away. But there was nothing I could do now. I was a girl now, and I somehow knew that this would be permanent. I'd never go back to being who I was.

The girls were all giggling, gossiping, and talking. I just stared out the window, hoping against hope that there was a way out of this. But there was none. As the bus pulled out into traffic, I knew somehow that my life as a girl had really begun............

  

  

  

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