Quid Pro Quo

As a small thank you for everyone's kindness this month, I wanted to do an unexpected mini-story for you all. 

I hope you enjoy it! 😃

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(1)

Life had always gone Sam’s way. In this photo, which he posted on Instagram, for instance, he’s a freshman just starting college. Will he need to pay? No way! Sam is a soccer star, and the college offered him a full-ride scholarship.

Unfortunately for Sam, a month later, everything went to hell: His mom and dad died in a car accident. He tried to struggle on in school, but his grades went into the toilet. Soon enough, he was kicked off the team, and his scholarship was revoked. He never even got to play.

(2)

Sam was destitute, depressed, and in serious jeopardy of being expelled for poor grades.

Thankfully, Sam had other family and they swooped in to the rescue him. Well, to be specific, he had one family member: Aunt Verona. 

Aunt Verona was his father’s older sister. Sam had seen little of her growing up but she seemed like a nice lady, if maybe a little weird. Best of all, she was rich.

She offered to let Sam stay with her (she lived fairly close to school) and finance his education, provided he get his grades up. There was only one condition: Sam had to wear whatever Aunt Verona bought him, and he must accept that she had total control of his wardrobe, food, everything.

“My brother raised you well,” she’d said. “But now that he’s gone, it’s my turn to see what I can make of you.”

Despite this strange demand, Sam agreed almost at once. He was eager to get his life back on track.

He was grateful, of course, but he soon found her taste in clothing left a lot to be desired…

(3)

But Sam soon learned the changes weren’t limited to his wardrobe. He was put on a strict diet of lean meat and vegetables. This helped him lose weight, but he wasn’t recovering enough strength to get back on the soccer team.

Worse, Aunt Verona wouldn’t let him cut his hair. At first, he thought the extra length made him look cool. But then she hauled him to a stylish, and when he looked in the mirror he almost burst into tears: He’d been given a girl’s haircut!

“Don’t cry, sweetie,” Aunt Verona said. “This is all part of our quid pro quo. I pay for everything, and you become the sweet daughter I’ve always wanted.”

Sam was dumbfounded and distraught, but Aunt Verona continued to reassure him:

“I know you’re scared, but that will pass. The special vitamins I’m giving you—the ones that are supposed to help you build your strength back—they’ll help you feel better about all this. They’ll make your mind into a girl’s mind, and your body, too.”

As the month’s passed, Sam realized with growing horror that she was right! His body was turning against him. He was growing tits!

(4)

By the start of his sophomore year, it became evident even to Sam he had to wear a bra. People had stared at him all summer. One boy had pointed and asked his mother, “Is that a boy or a girl?”

Often Sam considered quitting school and leaving his crazy aunt. But trying to make it in the world with only a high school diploma, appearing as he did, scared him. In the end, he figured he’d simply ride out the insanity and undo the awful the changes later. 

(5)

Little time passed, however, before Aunt Verona decided Sam needed more extracurricular activities. “You were always so active, Samantha! Let’s sign you up for something fun. How about dance?”

That was how Sam found himself in a dance class with dozens of beautiful girls. He was desperate to hide his real sex from them, a task which proved distressingly easy: His penis and balls had shrunk considerably, and they never reacted to anything anymore. 

Surprisingly, Sam found he was good at dance. The feeling of moving his body again—even with his strange new curves—felt great, and he found true friendship with the girls. He soon found the classes had become the highlight of the week and went more and more. Aunt Verona was happy to pay.

(6)

After his sophomore year in college, Sam experience something of a growth sport—on his chest! His modest-sized breasts (which had been awful but tolerable) swelled during the summer to the kind of boobs he’d lusted after on models. 

Guys became a problem. They wouldn’t leave him alone! He tried to tell them he was into girls, but they’d say stupid shit like, “That just means you haven’t found the right guy.”

Luckily, he was still doing well in college, and so Aunt Verona was happy to allow him to continue his dance classes. A few of the other girls went to his college, and with a lot of peer pressure, convinced Sam to sign up for cheerleader tryouts. 

To his shock, he made the team with no trouble. “Oh, and don’t worry about your status, Sam,” the cheerleading coach told him after the tryouts. “The girls know you’re trans, but that’s, like, no big deal. We’re all girls here!”

Sam was mortified. Despite everything, he still considered himself a man.

Still, it was fantastic to be on the field again—even if he was in a skirt instead of cleats.

(7)

The cheerleading squad turned out to be a lot better than the teams they cheered on. While none of the teams won a title, during Sam’s junior year, the squad was invited to compete in the NAIA Championships. Sam was excited and terrified all at once! 

He had to share a hotel room with Amber, a girl who’d become one of his best friends. Sam thought she’d gone out, so he came out of the bathroom with no panties on. Amber was there, sitting on the bed. She gazed at him, then down at his little penis. Heat rose to his cheeks. 

Amber only smiled. “Good thing you were always a girl at heart, Sam,” she said. “There’s not much a guy would’ve been able to do with that cute thing.”

Sam, sadly, had to agree.

(8)

The squad didn’t win that year, but the competition was close. For her senior year, Samantha is working extra hard to make sure she’s at the top of her game. 

She still misses being a boy sometimes, and she’s still thinking about trying to go back once college is over. But then, when Samantha thinks about what that would entail, turning back seems a little pointless.

Besides, could she really rob Aunt Verona of a daughter? That would break their quid pro quo.