Athlete, Part 2

Wow! That was a nail-biter of a poll. Thank you to everyone who voted. 

"Athlete" was the winner, so we get to peak in and see how Billy and Matt's scheme to con the Olympics worked out... Or didn't... 😜

TEXT

Billy gazed in awe at the redheaded beauty on the hotel bed. “You’re beautiful.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Matt replied.

“Okay, more than beautiful. Captivating.”

“Shut. The fuck. Up.”

Billy gave an exasperated sigh. “You’re bitchy this morning. What’s the matter? Mood swings? Do we need to adjust your dose, Melissa?” 

“Don’t call me that.”

Not this again. “That’s your name.”

“Because you made me change it!”

“I didn’t make you do anything. I’m your trainer, not your jailer.”

“My name’s Matt. I’ll always be Matt.”

“Of course!” Bill squatted in front of the feminized Olympic swimmer. Well, ex-swimmer. He couldn’t help but let his gaze be drawn to his freckled boobs. “I know you’re still my old buddy, but you don’t really want me calling you ‘Matt’ in public, right?”

Tears glittered in Matt’s mesmerizing gray eyes. He swiped them away before they could smudge his mascara. “I just wish I never fucking listened to you. Look at me, Billy. I’ll never be a real man again!”

“I...” Billy began, but there was no point arguing. Matt was right. His body was now what the doctors called ‘estrogen dominant.” He could never go back, at least not without risks. “How many times do I have to say I’m sorry? How was I supposed to know your body would just take to the estrogen like a duck to water?”

“I told you my sisters were the curviest girls in school. You didn’t listen. You should’ve pulled the plug on that crazy idea sooner!”

Billy shook his head. “You’re right, you’re right. Although, from what the docs say, your balls had already atrophied to almost nothing by the time the Olympic trials came around.”

“Yeah, and I choked!” Matt shrieked. “I couldn’t even beat a bunch of girls. I couldn’t get used to my body. It was so... floppy! And the center of gravity was all wrong... and... and... I just didn’t feel very competitive anymore.”

“I know,” Billy consoled him. “But that’s why we switched to plan B.”

“Becoming a swimsuit model instead of a swimmer is not plan B! It’s, like, plan Z.”

“That’s because you’re a pessimist! But we’re going to do so much better in this tryout than we did in the Olympics. I mean, dude, you’re a knockout. You’re going making bank from this contract.”

A little smile came over Matt’s lips. He tugged his long red hair. “You think so?”

“I know so, baby. Trust me! Billy always has a plan. But during your audition, just remember to emphasize the ‘breast’ part of your breaststroke.” Now, c’mon, they’re waiting for us at the pool.”