The next day.
"Okay guys, change your clothes and then let's go outside"
Following the teacher's order we went to the locker room.
Wait… Wardrobe!?
Before I knew it, I was in front of a locker with my clothes… and around me were almost a dozen girls changing.
Calm down, you're a girl now, there's nothing wrong with you being here.
Convincing myself, I began to take off my clothes little by little.
"Hey, have you gained weight?"
"Oh, looks like you got a tan on your trip."
Ahh I can't!
As a healthy man it is impossible for me to calm down in this situation.
I'm sure if I had 'IT' I'd be up by now.
No, what am I thinking.
Shaking my head I finished taking off my shirt and realized something.
I'm the only one here who doesn't wear a bra.
Oh no…
"Oh, Ariel, aren't you wearing a bra?"
As I was afraid, a girl came and asked me.
"I-I forgot"
I said with a soft and trembling voice.
"Why don't you ask for a permit? Without a bra it will be difficult for you to do physics "
"I'm not well…"
"If you say so…"
With a strange look on her face the girl went on with her business.
Putting the matter in the back of my mind I started to take off my skirt.
Ah… I would like to wear boxers, they are more comfortable.
My mother forced me to wear panties, at first she refused but she insisted so much that in the end I gave up.
Well, let's continue.
I took a pair of shorts out of my bag and put them on…
Why…why is this thing so short? They look at all my legs.
Ha… how difficult it is for women, huh.
Finally I put on my shirt and was ready to go.
Looking in the mirror of my locker I was surprised at how good I looked, I could almost fall in love with myself.
Obviously that's not going to happen.
Lowering my head, I started to walk towards the exit, careful not to accidentally see any girls.
Yes yes, I know, it's a great opportunity and you should take advantage of it.
I should seem silly to you but I have a reason, and that is my moral.
If I lose my morale and take the opportunity I will start to have more and more confidence, and with time I will become a pervert, I don't want that.
Outside I went to where we would do the practice.
It seems that the vast majority of guys were already there.
Most of them stared at me when I arrived.
How indecent!
I awkwardly went to a nearby bleacher and sat down.
With time the students were arriving until finally we were all there.
"Well, we'll start with a warm-up."
We all lined up and began to do as he told us.
First move your head, then move your arms to the sides a few times, then see if we could touch our toes and so on.
It was in the latter that I felt stares on my butt… ha…
If they were pretty girls I would like it, but if they are a group of pubescents...
How could I last until we finished the warm-up.
"Okay, time to jog"
We lined up and slowly but steadily began to jog.
As I did so I felt a slight pain in my chest.
How odd.
We continued and the pain became stronger and stronger.
It wasn't until we were done that the pain was so bad it made me groan a little.
"Ariel, what's wrong?"
The teacher approached me and asked.
I think it's pretty obvious that I'm feeling something, as I'm leaning over with one hand on my chest.
"N-Nothing"
Shamefully lowered my head.
"Tell me, I see something is wrong with you"
I struggled a bit inside but then I gave up and told him.
"M-My chest hurts"
"It hurts? Is it your heart?
How do I tell him...
"N-No, it's literally my chest"
My face was red at this time.
"How strange... are you wearing a bra?"
"..."
"Do you bring?"
"Not…"
"Ha... you would have told me and I wouldn't have made you jog"
Without asking why I wasn't wearing a bra the teacher sent me to the stairs for the rest of the class.
At the end of the class I quickly went to the dressing room and began to change.
The next hour was lunch.
When I finished changing I was ready to go but…
"Ariel"
Why do they always call me when I'm about to leave? There are other moments, you know?
"Y-Yes?"
She was the class president.
"I've noticed that you've been having lunch with the president lately..."
"What's with that?"
"Well... I think you should stop doing it"
"And the reason is…?"
Ask with doubt.
"This…"
The class president approached my ear and began to whisper.
"There are rumors that the president sleeps with the teachers and some older students..."
You said it yourself, they are rumors, there is nothing confirmed.
Obviously I didn't tell him that.
"Thanks for the warning…"
I told him in a soft voice and left.
How strange, I didn't hear those rumors before... although it's good, it's understandable, I didn't talk to anyone.
When I got to the cafeteria I asked for the cheapest as always and started looking for a seat.
How strange, I don't see the president anywhere.
With no other choice I went to a random empty table and sat down.
I calmly started to eat when I felt someone approaching.
Looking up, I saw a group of seniors sitting at the same time at my table.
Maybe there were no more seats so I didn't take it seriously.
"Hello"
That was until the moment one of them started talking to me.
"Hello…"
"What is your name"
Knowing what they wanted I didn't raise my head from my food, instead I sped up the speed with which I ate.
"Second year…"
"High school?"
"No, high school"
"Okay, and what are your interests?"
And so they continued asking more and more intimate questions.
"May I have your phone number…"
"I'm done, I have to go"
Without waiting for an answer I got up and left the cafeteria.
Now I see how useful the president is in scaring away the boys.
With nowhere to go I went back to the living room and sat down in my seat.
Luckily it was just me.
With nothing to do I opened my notebook and began to draw random lines and circles.
Time passed and before I knew it the class had started.
xxx
When class is over, I take my things and go home.
"How was the day?"
Upon arrival my mother greeted me with a smile and asked.
"Okay... only my chest hurts"
"You didn't wear a bra?"
"It's just... hahaha"
"Now you see how important it is, take it daily from now on"
"Alright…"
"Come, dinner is here"
"Go"
After eating I went to my room and changed my clothes.
When I was about to leave my room I remembered something and I opened one of my drawers in my closet.
Taking something from the inside I saw it and I tried to put it on.
Like… how the hell does this get?
After struggling for a while I had successfully put on the bra.
I walked towards a mirror and saw myself.
This… I feel like I lost something by putting this on…
I helplessly tried to take it off but...
I-I can't…
I struggled for a while and after dozens of failed attempts I went to ask my mother for help.
…For the next half hour she was teaching me how to put it on and take it off.
I am now an expert...