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The Football Star

The Football Star

Brandon sprinted down the sideline as the defenders struggled to keep
pace. He knew they didn't have a chance, and he even glanced back to see
his opponents huffing and puffing behind him. He clutched the football
tight against his side as he turned his eyes back forward, and bent his
will to the task. He had to score.

And he did. The crowd erupted as Brandon crossed the goal line. He
looked up and saw that time had expired. The scoreboard read Home 32,
Visitors 31. Brandon and his team had won the state championship. The
thought barely had time to sink in before he was crushed beneath his
teammates as they celebrated.

The aftermath passed in a blur as Brandon was congratulated by all sorts
of people. He even gave a short interview to a local news reporter. His
parents found him, and his mom, elated, patted Brandon on his back,
"Good job, son."

All in all, it was the best night of Brandon's life. He was the star
player on his high school's football team, and they had just won the
state championship. Even more, he had been offered a full scholarship to
play at a local university.

And then there was Cindy. She found him after the game as well, and
leaped into his strong arms, giving him a big kiss. Her short
cheerleader's skirt fluttered as Brandon held her. Some of Brandon's
friends chuckled as they walked by, heading to the showers.

Things were looking up.

Cindy pulled away, and said in a whisper, "My parents are out of town
this weekend."

Surprised, Brandon didn't say anything in return, but Cindy continued,
"You should come by after you get cleaned up. We can have some fun."
With that, she was gone. Brandon didn't waste any time, and he was in
the locker room, undressed and under the shower in no time.

Coach gave a short speech, but Brandon didn't really hear any of it. All
he could think about was Cindy. She was small, but athletic. Her
breasts were about C-cups, he thought, but she had an ass like no
tomorrow. Blonde and perky, she was the consummate cheerleader, and that
was fine by Brandon.

Thoughts of his hot little girlfriend danced in his head as he left the
locker room, and drove over to Cindy's house.


Brandon arrived at Cindy's house a little before ten o'clock, but he was
wide awake. He had been waiting for this for almost a year.

Cindy jerked the door open before Brandon even had a chance to knock,
and her lips were locked onto his before the door had even shut all the
way. Things quickly heated up, and soon, Cindy was on her knees in front
of Brandon, unbuttoning and then unzipping his blue jeans.

She looked up at him with her big, blue eyes, and smiled. Then she
pulled Brandon's cock out. He was proud of his penis. It was bigger
than most of the guys' on the team. It's not like he had looked
intentionally, but when you shower with people everyday, you see things.
Cindy licked the head for a few moments, and then started to take it into
her mouth. She wasn't a great cocksucker, not like some Brandon had had,
but she was easily the cutest and she didn't lack enthusiasm. It wasn't
long before Brandon came.

Cindy stood, and slowly unzipped the skirt of her cheerleader's uniform.
It fell to the floor, revealing her bloomers. She did a little turn, and
Brandon admired her perfect ass. Then she took off her top, revealing
her sports bra.

Teasingly, she slid her bloomers down her smooth, shapely legs to reveal
a white cotton thong. That came off too, and Brandon stared at Cindy's
hairless pussy. Finally, she removed her sports bra, letting her tits
fall free. She was the most beautiful thing Brandon had ever seen.

He moved in to kiss her, then moved his mouth down to Cindy's breasts,
his tongue caressing her nipples. After a few minutes of light foreplay,
he was ready to get started.

Brandon ripped his shirt off, revealing his muscular body. He stood over
Cindy, his six feet and two inches towering over her five foot four inch,
petite body. He stepped out of his trousers.

With a swift and powerful motion, Brandon scooped Cindy up. She
responded by wrapping her legs around his waist, and Brandon lowered her
onto his cock. She let out a cute little moan.

Pushing Cindy up against the wall, Brandon fucked her, and hard, grunting
with effort and pleasure.

A couple of minutes in, though, something strange happened. Brandon's
masculine grunts took a decidedly feminine turn as his voice cracked, and
its pitch rose a few notches. Cindy looked at him kind of funny, but
didn't say anything.

Brandon knew he sounded like some kind of sissy, moaning in that high-
pitched voice, but he couldn't stop. Cindy was so hot, and he was so
horny. He kept going until, after a few more minutes, and with a very
girlish moan, he came. If he had been paying attention, he would have
noticed that his moans were higher than Cindy's.

Once the heat of the moment had passed, Brandon started to get a little
embarrassed, and soon, he found himself making some excuse to leave.
Cindy was a little disappointed, but she didn't make a fuss.

Brandon could think of little else on his way home.


What Brandon assumed must be some sort of cold or something stuck with
him until the morning. He got out of bed feeling pretty good about
himself, still basking in the glow of both athletic and sexual conquest.
He was brought back to reality when he came downstairs for breakfast.

"Hey mom," he said. And then he remembered about the voice thing. He
sounded like some prepubescent boy - or worse, like a girl.

"Good morning, Brandon," his mother responded. "We need to talk."

"About what?" Brandon asked.

"About what's happening to you," Brandon's mother said. "Do you remember
the man who was on the news a few weeks ago? That black man who said he
released a chemical weapon into the atmosphere?"

Brandon nodded. "Well, and this isn't saying that anything else is going
to happen to you. But it seems that pretty much every white man in the
world woke up this morning with a high-pitched voice. It's been all over
the news."

Brandon was silent for a moment before he asked, "What does this mean?"

"Nothing, yet. Most of the news anchors are saying that this is probably
all he could do, and that the government's scientists are working on a
cure. They say they should have something within a week or two,"
informed Brandon's mother. "I just wanted to talk to you about it to
make sure that you don't panic or anything."

Brandon shrugged, "It's just a voice. Doesn't change anything."

"Glad to hear that, son," his mother answered.


Saying that it didn't change anything didn't make it so. Brandon found
himself feeling a little less confident when he went back to school the
next Monday. But that feeling - or at least the consciousness of it -
soon passed when Brandon realized that all of the other white boys he
knew had voices at least as high as his.

It was a little strange to hear mostly feminine voices in the hall,

Brandon was at his locker when Cindy approached.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey," Brandon replied. After a minute, he said, "Look, I owe you an
apology. I freaked out a little bit when my voice changed."

"I figured," Cindy said. "I kind of like it though."


"Yeah. It's sexy," she answered. "Let's go, or we're going to be late
for class."

And hand in hand, they strode off down the hall.


"C'mon Brandon, you got this!" Coach yelled at Brandon as he tried to
bench press what seemed like a thousand pounds. Try as he might, he just
couldn't do it. Finally the coach (a hulking black man) reached down and
grabbed the bar, lifting it onto the rack.

"You alright, kid? I've seen you lift twice that before," he said.

Brandon shrugged, "I don't know. I haven't been feeling well lately is

"Well, get some rest, and get better. Gotta get ready for college ball,"
he said.

Brandon didn't answer, and Coach wandered off. He looked back at the
bar. He should've been able to lift that easy, but lately, he seemed to
be getting weaker. He had even lost weight. He had gone to the doctor,
but he seemed to be healthy.

But he was frustrated. No matter how hard he worked, he seemed to be
losing ground. He sighed, and went to the locker room.

Most of the rest of the football team was in there as they had just had a
workout. Brandon looked around. Most of the other white boys seemed to
be smaller. It wasn't that noticeable unless you really looked. He
filed the information in the back of his mind as he slipped under the


His increasing weakness prompted Brandon to do some research online. He
thought that it might have something to do with what the crazy doctor had
said, so he looked it up. After only a few minutes of searching, he came
across a letter the man had written to a newspaper. It read:

Dear World:

For too long, we African Americans have stood by, and let the rest of the
world discriminate against us. We have taken it until we can take it no
longer. So, I have decided to do something to take the rest of you down
a rung. I'm sure you won't believe me at first, but over time, you will
see that this is no hoax.

I have decided to make a little change in the hierarchy of our species.
Earlier this week, I released a biological agent into the atmosphere, and
tests have shown that that agent has spread throughout the world's air

Do not panic. I am not trying to kill anyone, though I'm sure some would
wish it. No, the agent is designed to do one thing: reassert the
dominance of the black race. This chemical will only affect white males.

Ah, but what will it do to those oppressors? Well, it will do a number
of things. The changes (which are permanent and irreversible) will take
about two years, and are purely physiological. First, white males will
shrink slightly to be more in line with height and weight range of white
females. Second, their already small penises and testicles will shrink
to better match their smaller bodies. Third, their anuses will gain
elasticity and sensitivity. Fourth, their voices will become slightly
higher pitched (though not quite as high as females in most cases).
Fifth, their hips will widen, and their shape will generally become more
feminine. Sixth, their nipples will enlarge slightly, and become more
sensitive. And finally, their musculature will become less pronounced,
and their skin and basic face shape will soften.

Basically, the white male will become something in between the current
idea of male and a female (with a heavy leaning towards femininity). As I
said, these changes are permanent and irreversible. All (current and
future) white males will show these traits.

As I said, most people will not lend credence to these claims until after
the changes start (which should be quite soon), but after a year or two,
the world will have changed, and I think for the better.


Dr. Omar Bell, PHD

Brandon read it over a few times, and then stared at the screen, letting
it sink in. Is that what was going to happen to him? No, that wasn't
possible. Nobody could do all of those things.

Nervous thoughts raced through his head as he sat in front of his


A couple of weeks passed, and Brandon continued to get weaker. He knew
he was getting smaller, but it came as a surprise when he realized just
how much. He had gone over to Cindy's, and they were standing next to
one another in the kitchen when it dawned on him - he was only a few
inches taller than she was . He had lost six inches in height.

He hurriedly made an excuse and went home. Soon, he found himself on the
scales in his bathroom.

One hundred and sixty pounds. He had lost almost fifty pounds! He
quickly stripped down, and really looked at himself in the mirror.

He could easily tell where the weight had gone; most of his muscles
weren't there. More, his hips seemed to be bigger, but his waist seemed,
if anything, to be smaller. He turned and looked at his butt. It seemed

It was all coming true. He looked down at his penis, and to his dismay,
but unsurprisingly, it had lost about a quarter of its size as well.

He collapsed on the ground, pulled his knees to his chest, and cried like
he had never cried before, his girlish sobs echoing a bit in the


A month passed, and it was clear that what Dr. Bell had said was coming
true. He was now only five feet, five inches, and one-hundred ten
pounds. His waist was tiny, and his hips were wide. Brandon's tummy had
a slight curve to it, and his his butt was pleasingly rounded.

His nipples had even gotten bigger, and when he was horny, they poked out
about a quarter of an inch. But, strange as it may sound, the worst part
was his face. Brandon had been ruggedly handsome, with a square, strong
jaw. He hardly recognized himself anymore, and the only word to describe
his face now would most aptly be described as pretty or cute, but never
handsome, and certainly the furthest thing from rugged.

Even his body hair had disappeared. And his cock was a shadow of its
former self at only three inches fully erect.

Brandon had been forced to give up his scholarship as it was clear that
he'd never play football.

All of this was on his mind as he undressed in the locker room to get
ready for gym class. He felt the eyes on him as he pulled a too-large
and completely unnecessary jock strap up his smooth thighs. He turned to
see a group of black boys - his former football teammates staring at him.

They were in various states of undress, and Brandon could clearly make
out the outlines of their big cocks. It was strange. His asshole began
to contract as he looked away, and then it moistened. He quickly
dressed, and left the locker room. He could have sworn he heard one of
them comment, "that bitch is just asking for it."


Brandon found himself laying in his bathtub a few days later (he had
started to enjoy baths lately), when, absently, his finger found the
opening of his anus. Before he could even think about what he was doing,
he slid a finger in.

He let out a moan, and started working his finger in and out. He spread
his legs wider, propping one on the side, and started working it a little
faster. As he fingered himself, his mind began to wander to those boys
in the locker room. More specifically, he started to fantasize about
what was between their legs.

He came, having never even touched his penis. Panting, he blushed, even
though no one else was there.


A couple of weeks after that, word came down from the school board that
white boys would not share a locker room with the black boys anymore. A
white boy had been raped a couple of counties over, and the school wasn't
going to take that chance.

Instead, the white boys would share a locker room with the girls until
they could get their own.

And so, Brandon found himself pushing open the door to the girls locker
room. The sight that greeted him was every boy's fantasy. Dozens of
girls stood around in various states of undress. Some were in bras and
panties. Others wore their gym outfits. A few were still in their
regular clothes. A few even were topless.

A couple of them looked up as Brandon entered, but they quickly went back
about their business, paying him little mind.

He found his assigned locker, and opened it. Inside was a gym uniform
(girls, of course). He and the other boys had been told to wear them, so
Brandon nervously began to undress. He was down to his underwear when he
heard one of the girls say, "Look at that ass. I bet the black boys just
love him."

Brandon didn't turn around, but he blushed. He knew the girl was talking
about him. He slipped the shorts up his thighs. They were kind of short
and tighter than what he was used to. Then, he put on the tee-shirt. It
was also tight, and had short, capped sleeves.

Gym went by without incident as the boys played tetherball, and the girls
played volleyball. Soon, Brandon found himself back in the locker room,
dreading what he knew was coming. It was mandatory that all students
take showers after gym, and they weren't going to make an exception.

He steeled himself, and undressed, wrapping a towel around his waist.
His nipples were erect as he walked into the shower.

Slippery, wet female bodies were all around, but they paid no attention
to him. He was just a white boy. He slipped the towel from around his
waist, and got under a shower. He didn't look around, and he went as
quickly as he could. He then went back to get dressed.

Relief washed over him as he got away without incident.


One day, a few weeks later, Brandon was watching television when he saw
something - a boy in a dress. It was just a commercial, and it was
short, but it was unmistakeable. He had been too caught up in his own
embarrassment to realize that what was happening to him was happening all
over the world, and the world was changing to compensate.

So, he went online, and what he found was startling. The new word used
to refer to white males was "boi" and bois were becoming more and more
like girls. It wasn't unusual now to see a boi going out with a man (all
men were black). In fact, it seemed to be encouraged. Bois, for their
part, were doing everything they could to attract that sort of attention,
wearing revealing clothes and makeup, and styling their hair.

More, he found some videos where bois were pleasuring themselves, not by
touching their penises, but by shoving dildos in and out of their anuses.
Brandon immediately thought back on the night where he fingered himself
in the bathtub.

Brandon was curious. He knew that his mother had a vibrator somewhere in
her room. He had seen it once, and had since tried to block it out of his
mind. But now, he wanted it. He needed it. Thankfully, his mother
wasn't there, so he went into her room.

After a few minutes of searching, he found what he was looking for under
the bed. He held it in his dainty hand, and turned it on. He giggled a
little at first.

His ass started to get a little wet, and he stripped down.

Brandon set the vibrator on the floor, and squatted over it. Slowly, he
lowered himself onto the vibrating phallus. It didn't want to go in at
first, but when Brandon relaxed, it slipped right in.

Brandon gasped with pleasure, letting out a quivering moan.

Up and down, he rode until he came. And then he rode some more. And he
came again.


The bois at school were starting to dress more femininely, but Brandon
resisted. It wasn't until Cindy asked him out to go shopping that he
decided to relent.

So, he found himself strolling through the mall with Cindy. He couldn't
help but feel out of place; his clothes were decidedly masculine. He had
taken to wearing some old clothes from when he had been in elementary
school, and today, he was wearing a pair of baggy blue jeans and a tee-
shirt. He was acutely aware that his nipples were clearly visible
beneath the thin fabric.

Everywhere he looked, he saw bois wearing all manner of clothes, and none
of them were even remotely masculine. He saw bois in short shorts with
spaghetti-strapped tank tops, tight, low-rise jeans, and even a few bois
in short skirts.

"Well, first things first - we need to get you some new underwear," Cindy
was saying. And so, they went into a lingerie store. Brandon was a
little shy at first, kind of just following Cindy around as she pointed
out these cute panties or that darling bra (even though bois didn't have
breasts, the store was marketing bras for bois to keep t heir nipples
from being so prominent).

After a while, Brandon started to get into it, giving opinions about the
lingerie Cindy pointed out. It wasn't long before they had a nice pile
of clothes built up. They left the store with no less than four bags
full to the brim with new underwear.

The next stop was a department store, and they made a beeline straight to
the juniors section, and they picked out a wide assortment of clothes -
shorts, hip-hugging jeans, midriff-baring shirts, and even a couple of
skirts and dresses.

The sales girl said that it would be fine if he wore some of them out of
the store, so Brandon went into a dressing room. Once in the booth, he
slipped out of his clothes, and looked at himself in the full-length

He hadn't changed that much in the last few weeks, but he was still a
little taken aback by what he saw. Brandon was now only five feet three
inches tall, and weighed no more than a hundred and five pounds. His now
flaccid penis was barely an inch long, but even hard, it was only a
little over two inches. He was completely hairless from the neck down,
and his skin looked and felt soft and smooth.

Even his posture had changed, he noticed. He stood with his back
slightly arched, with his ass sticking out almost unconsciously, and he
had to mentally keep himself from standing with his wrist bent. He
turned to look at his rear-end.

Brandon's ass, he had to admit, was the equal of Cindy's, maybe even
better. He lifted a cheek, and let it drop. It jiggled pleasantly.
Even his tummy, he noted, was changed - it had a slight curve to it, just
like a girl's.

He sighed, and opened one of the lingerie bags. Brandon pulled out a
pair of panties at random - they were pale yellow with a little flower on
the front. He pulled them up his smooth legs.

He decided to play it safe, no skirts or anything wild. Just shorts and
a blue and purple, striped tee-shirt. Brandon pulled the shorts up his
legs. They were a little snug in the ass, and quite a bit shorter than
he was used to, but they fit well enough. The tee-shirt was tight, with
capped sleeves like his gym uniform. His nipples stuck out prominently.
He then slipped on a pair of little open-toed sandals.

He admired his reflection in the mirror. His small penis showed the
slightest of bulges in his shorts, he noticed, and his tee-shirt didn't
quite come down the top of his shorts, which left a small bit of skin
showing just below his navel.

Brandon gathered his things, and walked out of the dressing room. Cindy
looked a little disappointed, and said, "Oh, I thought you'd wear
something else - maybe that really cute skirt or something."

Brandon shrugged. "Is that everything?"

"Well, we have one more stop to make, but it's not in the mall," Cindy


Cindy wouldn't tell Brandon where they were going, so he was a little
surprised when they pulled up to an adult store named The Gift Spot. He
protested a bit, but Cindy insisted, so they walked in.

The lady at the counter said, "You two eighteen?" They both nodded.

They handed them over. She did a double take at Brandon's, but shrugged,
and handed them back. "Let me know if you need anything," she said, and
then went back to reading a magazine.

Brandon and Cindy were both quite giggly as they walked through the
store. Finally, they came to what Cindy had been looking for - a big,
black dildo. Brandon looked at her questioningly, though he knew what it
was for.

"I figured...I know that bois are more like girls now, and I wanted to
buy you a present," Cindy explained. "If you don't want it, I
understand, but I know that, um..." she trailed off.

Remembering his experience with the vibrator, Branond shrugged and said,
"Why not?"

Excited, Cindy almost squealed, and hugged Brandon, then gave him a quick
kiss on the cheek.


When Brandon got home, he almost raced to his room, locking the door
behind him. He had been wet all the way home. He threw down the bags on
the bed, and quickly tore into the box with the dildo.

He held it in his small hands, noting that it was quite a big bigger than
his penis had been. It looked very realistic, with veins along the
shaft. It even had a pair of balls and a suction cup at the base.

He stuck it to the post on his bunk beds (a leftover from his younger
days), and practically ripped his shorts and panties off. He left his
shirt on.

Brandon got on all fours with his ass facing the dildo, and reached back
between his legs, fingering his ass a bit. He was wet down there, and,
it seemed, ready to go.

He eased back, and felt the big dildo at his ass' opening. Slowly, he
felt the tip go in. Finally, he pushed back, and felt it enter him
fully. He took its entire length into his ass. It was so much bigger
than the vibrator had been, and it hurt a little at first. But the pain
passed quickly as he was motionless. It felt good just filling his ass,
but he needed a good fucking.

So, he rocked forward, feeling the big dildo slide out of him. Then, he
pushed back again, this time faster. Thankfully, he was the only one in
the house, because he let out a high-pitched cry of pleasure.

Soon, Brandon was fucking himself silly, and he was very vocal about it.

It was an hour or two later (he had lost track of time) when he had worn
himself out. But he was still trying to fuck himself. The dildo was
still inside him as his face was buried in the bed, and his ass was still
wiggling every few seconds.

Finally, he slipped off of it, and fell asleep.


Brandon was awoken by a knock at his door, and his mother's voice.

"Brandon, honey," she said. "Are you okay in there?"

Sleepily, Brandon answered, "Yeah, one sec."

He heard her try the lock. "Why is this door locked? Open up."

Brandon panicked. He quickly snatched the dildo from the bedpost, and
threw it under the bed. Then, he pulled on his panties, and crossed the
room. He unlocked the door, and his mother barged in.

"What's going on in here? Why'd you lock the door? Are you --" She
stopped mid-sentence as she took in the view of her son in a pair of cute
yellow panties and a tee-shirt that barely covered his navel.

"Sorry, Mom. I don't know why it locked. I was just taking a nap,"
Brandon replied.

His mother took in all the bags, and said, "What's all this, then?"

Brandon answered, "Cindy took me shopping. None of my clothes fit

"Well, okay then," she said. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes."

Brandon breathed a sigh of relief as his mother left the room.


After a few more weeks, things started to fall into a pattern, even at
school. None of the white bois wore masculine clothes anymore. Some had
even been punished for wearing clothes that were too revealing.

Brandon had become less and less embarrassed about being in the girls'
locker room, and had even started talking with the girls as they dressed.
He was no longer shy about his body in the showers, and took his time.

Brandon had taken to hanging out with Cindy and her friends some more.
One day, as they were eating lunch in the cafeteria, the girls were
talking about cheerleading camp.

"Oh, it's going to be so much fun," Cindy was saying. "And you know a
lot of girls earn scholarships off of it. I mean, they won't be full
rides, but still...every little bit helps."

"Easy for you to say," one of the other girls said. "You've already made
the cut. I'm still worried about tryouts next week."

Cindy got a funny look as the other girls spoke about the impending
tryouts and cheerleading camp.


After school that day, Cindy and Brandon were walking to the parking lot
when she said, "You should try out."

Brandon replied, "What?"

"For cheerleading. I've heard a few other bois are going to be there.
And with your body..."

"I don't think so. You've been doing dance and gymnastics since you were
little --" Brandon replied.

Cindy interrupted, "But you're an athlete. You can do just fine."

"I don't want to go out there and suck," Brandon answered.

"Tell you what," Cindy said. "I'll practice with you, and if you're not
ready in time, I won't make you do it."

Make him? Brandon thought. He didn't want to find out what that meant,
so he said, "Okay, I guess."

Cindy hugged him, and said, "This is going to be so much fun! Meet me at
my house later, around four."


So Brandon found himself in Cindy's room later that day.

"You can't practice in that, for sure," Cindy said as she took in
Brandon's tight jeans and low cut shirt.

She rummaged in her drawers for a minute until she pulled out a pair of
very short shorts with the word "Juicy" written on the butt. She tossed
them to Brandon.

Brandon pulled off his jeans to reveal his thong panties. They had a
little bow at the top. Then, he pulled on the shorts, then rolled down
the top a little like he had seen girls do.

"Hrm," Cindy said. "All of my sports bras are way too big for you." She
was almost talking to herself. "Oh," she said, and then dug into a
different drawer. Then, she pulled out a white sports bra. "That should
fit you okay. It's from my freshman year before my boobs came in."

Brandon quickly put it on. Then, he slipped his tennis shoes back on.

"Perfect," Cindy said. Now, let's get started.


Cindy put Brandon through some stretches, and he was a little surprised
at how flexible he was. He could easily do a split already. Cindy
seemed impressed.

After stretching, Cindy started teaching Brandon a dance. It wasn't
complicated, but it had some very suggestively feminine moves. He felt a
little silly at first, but soon lost himself to it.

Time flew by, and finally, Cindy said, "Well, that's it for today. You
did really well. A lot better than I expected, really. I think you're
going to be ready."

Brandon smiled.

They went like that for the whole week, practicing each day after school.
It felt good to be doing something physical, and Brandon had to admit
that he was quite good at it. Cindy seemed to think he was a shoe-in.

Each night, though, Brandon pulled out his friend, the big, black dildo,
attached it to his bed-post, and fucked himself. He was careful not to
make too much noise, but every now and then, he let out a tell-tale moan
that he was sure his mother must have heard. Thankfully, she didn't say
anything about it.


The day of tryouts came, and Brandon, as Cindy had predicted, made the
team. He was the only boi to do so. He and the other girls decided to
go out to a club to celebrate.

So, he found himself wearing a very short, low-cut, red dress. Though he
had been practicing in heels, he decided to wear flats. The other girls
were dressed sexily too, but Brandon thought he was just as pretty as any
of the others.

They arrived at the club, and the big, black doorman let them skip the

The girls started out dancing together, but soon, each kind of drifted
away from the group until it was just Cindy and Brandon. Brandon was
putting his newly found dance moves to good use, and was definitely
getting his fair share of attention from strong, black men.

He obliged by grinding against them as he danced. One in particular
stayed for quite some time, dancing with Brandon. His big hands were all
over Brandon's tight little body, until finally, Brandon turned his head
and the man kissed him.

It didn't take long for Brandon to turn around and put his arms around
the man's neck as they danced. Finally, he leaned in, and said, "Come
with me." Brandon held his hand as he was led to the back of the club
towards the bathrooms.

It was the first time Brandon had encountered it, but there were three -
one for women, one for men, and one for bois. The black man led Brandon
into the Boi's room.

"Everyone out," he said in his low baritone. And the two bois in the
bathroom scattered. Once they were gone, the man said, "My name's Jim."

Brandon didn't answer. Instead, he slipped the strap of his dress off
his shoulder, and let it fall to the ground, and Jim didn't waste any
time. He went straight for Brandon's nipples. Jim's tongue felt so
good, sending tingles throughout Brandon's body.

Brandon's hands wandered down to Jim's crotch, and began massaging the
man's big cock through his trousers. Soon, he had them unbuttoned, and
unzipped. He reached into the man's underwear, and touched his first
cock. It was heavier than he had imagined.

Brandon wrapped his dainty hand around Jim's dick, and started to pull as
Jim kissed him. The cock got harder and harder until Brandon knew what
to do.

He dropped to his knees and stared up at that huge cock. It was easily
ten inches long. Brandon started with Jim's balls, licking and kissing
them. He could smell the man's sweat, but he liked it. He worked up the
shaft with tiny, teasing kisses and licks, until finally, Brandon took
Jim's dick in his mouth.

Brandon looked up as he sucked, noticing with pleasure that Jim was
enjoying his blowjob. Up and down, Brandon's head bobbed until Jim said,
"I'm about to cum!" and pulled out.

Brandon jacked Jim's cock until he came, spraying all over Brandon's
face. Some got into his mouth, but he didn't mind. It tasted salty.

Just then, the door opened up, and Brandon could hear Cindy's voice
saying, "Brandon, are you --"

She stopped mid sentence as she took in the scene - her former boyfriend
with his face covered in cum, kneeling in front of a big, black man's

"Sorry," she said, and walked out.

"I'm sorry," Brandon said to Jim. "I have to go."

Jim shrugged, pulled his pants up, and walked out.

The cleanup took a couple of minutes, but Brandon finally finished up,
fixed his makeup, and pulled his dress back on.

He found Cindy outside the club, sitting on the hood of the car.

"Was that your first one?" she asked as Brandon approached. He nodded.

"You still like girls, though, right?" Cindy asked.

"I think so," Brandon answered. "It's just all so confusing. It
happened so fast. We were dancing, and then he was leading me to the
bathroom, and I just --"

"I know. It happens. He was pretty hot, at lest," Cindy said. "And
that was one big cock he had on him."

Brandon giggled, and then said, "I could barely fit it in my mouth!"

They both shared a laugh.


Cheerleading camp started a few weeks later at a local college (the same
one who had offered Brandon a football scholarship). The cheerleaders
were put up in an unused dormitory, and Brandon found himself as Cindy's

One night, Cindy said to Brandon, "You know, I requested that you be my
roommate." Brandon was laying belly-down on his bed, with his feet in
the air. He was only wearing his panties and a too-small tank top which
didn't even cover his navel. Cindy was dressed similarly.

Brandon responded, "That was nice of you."

"I got something for us to play with, too," she said. Brandon turned and
saw that Cindy was holding a dildo attached to some sort of harness.

"Oh, what ever will we do with that?" Brandon asked with a coy smile as
he got off the bed and crossed over to Cindy. Immediately, he bent down
and started sucking on it.

Cindy looked slightly confused, and said, " want me to wear it."
After a second, she shrugged, and strapped it on. Brandon slipped off
his panties.

"Get down on the bed, bitch. And spread those legs," Cindy said.
Brandon was a little taken aback by her tone, but he kind of liked it.
He obeyed.

Brandon's time stretching paid off, and he spread his legs wide. He knew
his wet anus looked inviting as he contracted it. His tiny penis was
rock hard as he said, "Fuck me baby."

And she did. The strap-on slid in easily, and Cindy was enthusiastic,
even a little rough as she fucked her former boyfriend's ass. For his
part, Brandon moaned, and screamed, "Harder! Harder!"

Cindy would intermittently say things like, "Yeah, take it you little
bitch. Take that black cock."

It was over too soon for Brandon, but they had to be up early for
workouts. He fell asleep thinking of a real black cock in his ass.


Cheereleading camp was much more fun than Brandon could have expected.
During the day, he danced, cheered, and did gymnastics. At night he and
the girls would hang out, and then, right before bed, Cindy would fuck

By the end of the camp, Brandon had earned himself a spot on the
cheerleading squad at the local university. He knew it was going to be
hard work, but he was excited.

All in all, he was sad to see cheerleading camp end.


Over the next couple of months, things fell back into place around the
world. Bois were becoming more and more feminine in the way they acted,
and soon, the law recognized them like women. They were allowed to marry
men, and were subject to the same indecent exposure laws as women.

As for Brandon, he soon graduated high school, and the summer passed
without much incident (except that he wore his first bikini!).

He soon found himself cheering along with the other girls at football
games each Saturday. The uniform took some getting used to, but he found
that, after a while, he really liked the way it made him feel.

Brandon found that he was a magnet for the football players. They all
seemed to love him. So, he flirted with them, but he never had sex with
any of them. No, he was a good boi.

One in particular was quite persistent. He played tight end - Brandon's
old position - and he was the epitome of masculinity. In his tight
football pants, Brandon could clearly see the outline of his big cock.
His mouth practically watered, and his ass was wet every time Brandon saw
him. His name was Leroy.

They went out a few times, and Brandon was happy to give Leroy blowjobs
and make out, but they never had sex.

The season went on and on, and the team kept piling up wins until, lo and
behold, they won the national championship. What's more, Leroy caught
the game winning touchdown pass!

After the game, Brandon raced onto the field. When he finally found
Leroy, he jumped into the big, black man's arms and kissed him deeply.

"Tonight," was all Brandon said, and then he walked away, his ass


Leroy arrived at Brandon's dorm room a few hours later. Brandon wore
only a tiny g-string bikini as he opened the door. His nipples were like
little diamonds.

Neither said a word as Leroy ripped the string on Brandon's panties, and
let them fall to the floor. He picked up the boi, and Brandon wrapped
his legs around the big man.

Holding him with just one arm, Leroy unbuttoned his pants and let them
fall. And then Brandon felt a hard, black cock enter him.

Oh, it was so much better than the dildo. Leroy buried his cock deep
inside Brandon with a grunt. Then he pushed the boi against the wall,
and fucked him hard. Brandon screamed with pleasure. But Leroy had
endurance. They fucked in all sorts of positions that night, but Brandon
preferred getting taken doggystyle, with his head buried in a pillow as
his man reamed him from behind.

The night was magical.


Leroy and Brandy (Brandon had shortened his name) were married a few
months later in front of a judge. There was no wedding, but they didn't
need it. They were in love.

As for the rest of the world, it had changed so drastically over the last
year. White men had practically disappeared from positions of power.
Their new stature and submissive nature made them ill-equipped to lead.
Black men stepped up, and began to rule.

Women soon took to getting breast enhancements so that no one would
mistake them for bois. Many bois and women stayed together, and most had
children (through artificial insemination), thus perpetuating the cycle
of white boihood.

What does the future hold? No one really knows.

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