Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 6 Chapter 211/ 5: ???

The Bell suddenly rang, and I woke up instantly.

I jumped out of my skin a little as I looked around and saw Tracy and Alex packing up their things and had done the same for me. My mind was racing, and I wondered when I passed out. "Mistress, you fell asleep, so we let you rest for the last ten or so minutes. Both Alex and I have helped you pack your things," Tracy said and came down, kissing my cheek. "Class is going to start soon; we need to go, and so do you," Tracy told me the situation, and my groggy mind started to catch up.

I got up, and Alex came over, "I will see you at Practice, Mistress," She said, her face stoic. Then she leaned down and kissed my cheek, too, before leaving. I got up, not willing to be late for the third period. I took a moment to tuck my cock back into my panties. I grabbed my bag and headed out, joining the general mayhem that was the lunch being over and last-minute students running to classes.

I sped walked down the hallway and quickly arrived at the closed door of my third period, which I promptly opened. I stepped inside, and the teacher sighed. "Lock the door as you enter, Angela, and sit down. The lesson is starting," The teacher told me, and I promptly followed suit. I walked to my desk, pulled out my notes, and started to follow along with the lesson. It was an interesting one, and I already knew that it was going to be on a test in the near future. The teacher even talked about some homework on this and put a pile at the front desks for people to pass back for it to be completed by tomorrow, even as the teacher continued to teach the lesson.

I got my copy of the homework and passed it back as I continued taking notes. I got into the lesson and instantly turned to the homework when the teacher finished. It was a double-page sheet of practice on what we just learned, and I started in on it. I did not want homework and knew assignment season was coming soon. This was when they loved to give group projects, and I wasn't looking forward to that.

My mind was moving as fast as it could to do the things on the sheet, and I barely finished it and checked my answers when the bell dismissing class finished. I got up, put my name on it, and packed my things before bringing my sheet to the teacher. "Finished," I told them, and the teacher nodded.

"You missed a lesson last week. I have some notes for you here so you can study them later. There was some homework with them, but I heard about what happened. I just wanted to let you know I won't ask you to do it. But the content will be on the next test," The teacher informed me, and I nodded.

"Thank you. I will ensure I study it," I replied, looking at the sheet and almost visibly sighing in relief when I realized it was something I already studied. It seemed to be more of the same, but that was okay. "I will study it tonight," I lied and probably would do it when I had some free time soon, which wasn't much free time if I thought about it.

"Good," The Teacher replied, "Honestly, Angela, you have perfect grades, but you should start applying to universities or Colleges soon based on what you want to do with your life after high school. You should meet the criteria for several scholarships, and you need to start thinking about your future." The teacher lectured, and I nodded.

"I understand I am still on the fence, but I will ensure that I start soon. I have gym class, though, and I need to go," I told the teacher, who nodded.

"I don't want to make you late," The Teacher replied, "But I also want to see something from you soon on this." The Teacher said, and I nodded as I turned and headed out of the classroom.

I moved quickly down the hallway toward the locker room, and it didn't take me long to get inside and start stripping and changing. I thanked the heavens that this was the one place this school did not have a uniform, and I changed into my workout clothing before packing my uniform back in my bag. It was quick, and as I finished changing into my outfit, I heard a knock on the door, and Mrs. Grendier walked in a moment later.

"Angela, almost finished?" Mrs. Grendier asked as she crossed her arms, stepping in. She was my coach, although she was not the one running my Gym class. She had an understanding with Mr. Trimmers, coaching my ability in Volleyball, and I joined her team this year. I have been learning a lot from her, and she grinned as I nodded. "Good. We are setting up in the gym today since there is practice after class. We will be doing the same thing this Thursday, but I want to give you a little announcement." Mrs. Grendier said with a giant smile on her face.

Mrs. Grendier pulled something that took me a moment to notice, "Since you were a little late joining the team by about a week, I got your Team shirt special ordered after the rest of the team!" Mrs. Grendier told me and showed me a black shirt with a white triangle cutting in from the sides with a large Six and Nine on the back. "I picked a number for you and thought you would enjoy it." Mrs. Grendier then tossed me the shirt, "Put it on, and that will be your team uniform. I have the rest of the girl's uniforms for practice today, and you are the first to get yours! Congrats!" Mrs. Grendier announced.

Happiness hit me hard. I didn't know I could be so happy, and before I even knew it I felt my eyes starting to leak. "W- Wow," I said, my eyes watering harder, and before I realized it, I was crying.

This was it: I was a part of a sports team!

Happiness was flooding me, and I didn't hear a thing as I looked at my Name, 'Brown,' over top of the numbers Six and Nine. It was my number and my last name above it, with the team on the front. It would make me a part of that team when I crushed the other side. I used to play soccer, and it had been a decade since I had been allowed to wear a shirt like this. It was amazing. It was perfect, and I couldn't help but get up and move toward Mrs. Grendier.

"Thanks!" I happily almost shouted, hugging her suddenly as emotions overflowed from me. "I- I am so happy to be part of the team," I cried.

"Woah, girl, are you okay?" Mrs. Grendier asked.

"Y- Yeah, I am just so happy!" I cried, "My tears are not stopping, though," I continued as emotions flooded me hard, "I- I didn't realize how much I wanted to be on a team, and I only learned recently that I could even be on the team let alone get a uniform. It- It just means so much to me," I said as I hugged her.

Mrs. Grendier patted my head, and she pushed me back a little, and I released her from the hug. "Honestly, you're getting my shirt wet," Mrs. Grendier said with a soft smile. "I am glad it means so much to you. Do you need a minute?" Mrs. Grendier asked.

Tears continued to flood, and I nodded, "I- I might," I replied, feeling stupid for being so happy. My tears continued to pour as I looked at the shirt, and Mrs. Grendier nodded, and my world was hazy.

"Okay, I will go get started. Take the time you need. See you soon," Mrs. Grendier said, leaving the room moments later. Emotion ripped through me, and I couldn't help but just cry even as I tried to hold it back. I was happy but not this happy, and I continued to cry and cry. I wanted to stop as I sobbed, and my nose started to run a little, but it would stop.

Then, anger laced with happiness as I realized that I must be having an emotional reaction because of my period. It was a particularly bad time, and I continued to cry despite trying to stop. My tears of happiness were very slow to slow down as I continued to cry and brought myself over to the bathroom, and tears flowed down my face. I turned on the sink and started to splash my face with water, and the tears continued to flow. I hated how my constant tears were destroying this moment.

It took almost ten minutes for the tears to stop, and I sighed in relief. I left the bathroom, took the shirt, and put it on. I felt that happiness come again, and I almost started to cry again, hating how emotional I felt at this moment. God, this was annoying, and I finally left the locker room with my backpack. Mrs. Grendier smiled when she saw me enter the gymnasium finally.

Instantly, I got to warming up and running around the gym as she was putting the final things for practice together. I ran, letting myself zone and letting my feelings out into running instead of thinking about it. I started to sprint, and the light exercise lulled me into a more moderate emotional state. I felt things inside me move a little, and I sighed. Hopefully, it could wait at least till class was over before I had to replace it.

After completing the sixth lap of the gym, I jogged over to Mrs. Grendier, "Are you okay?" She asked, and I nodded.

"Sorry, I am on my period, and it just hit a spot, and I could not stop for no reason. This period is just affecting me much more than normal," I told Mrs. Grendier honestly.

"It is okay and nothing to apologize over. I hope you are doing fine, and let me know if you need to go lighter just in case, Angela." Mrs. Grendier told me, and I nodded. "Now, let us work on your serves," Mrs. Grendier said, her voice turning serious, "You were doing some great serves outside last week, and I want to see you inside working on it. As soon as you have your accuracy fixed, you will become an Ace server!" Mrs. Grendier boasted, and I nodded, taking the praise.

Then it began, Ball after Ball; I overhand spike served the ball. I was taking my distance back of the court and running up, tossing the ball into the air and spiking it over the net hard. It was harder for some reason on the solid ground, but I was making it inside more and more. It was a slow process, and Mrs. Grendier had me running all over collecting balls again before I started serving again and again.

The class went both fast and slow as I ran around collecting balls and serving them the same way. Mrs. Grendier asked me to do overhand and underhanded serves of different styles, but I found them difficult to learn. There was just something so satisfying about spiking in volleyball. I could not help but imagine the first time I smacked a boy or girl in the face with a ball hard and made them cry. It made me smile thinking about it, as I didn't think too much about it either.

Still, I wanted to do it badly.

To make those thoughts even better, I knew that it would actually count as a point for me if I did so successfully. I could not help the sadistic smile as I leaped in the air when Mrs. Grendier shook her head with my serving problems.

"You need to learn other serving styles, Angela," Mrs. Grendier told me in explanation, "Although the overhand spike style is something that the pros always use, it doesn't mean the other styles are useless. You can use them to mix things up and bring doubt in the other team's heads. If you have only one style, you become a one-trick pony, which is a bad foundation to work from. In this case, we will work on what you are good at because of how little time we have."

I could accept that explanation, and so, with the exception of two rounds where I worked on overhand and underhand serve, I worked on what I was good at. Spike serve! I loved the spike serve and worked hard to increase accuracy. I was overshooting hard compared to last week until I realized why.

I was jumping higher and hitting harder because of the lack of weight. I was no longer wearing my weights, and I started to compensate for that. My accuracy hit a nice roughly seventy percent on serving, making Mrs. Grendier very happy as she shouted out corners for me to hit into.

When the bell rang, it startled me as I didn't even realize where all the time went. "Angela, Take ten and rest. Do what you need to do," Mrs. Grendier said as she gathered the balls, and I nodded.

Immediately, I grabbed my backpack and headed to the bathroom in the locker room. It was time to replace my tampon. It only took a couple of minutes, but it wasn't good, and I sighed in relief when I realized everything was clean and my panties were still in decent shape. I was very glad about the lack of cramps for now, and I headed back in after washing my hands and making sure I was clean.

When I reentered the gym, the Volleyball girls who were early were earnestly collecting their uniform shirts with happy expressions, and I smiled as I saw Sarah happily grabbing hers. Alex came in right after me, and I instantly noticed she got a shirt that was in the opposite colors of ours. Where mine was black, hers was white, and where mine was white, hers was black. She grabbed it with a smile.

"Still the libero," Alex said with a grin and started to stretch as I joined her. "Angela," Alex suddenly said, and I looked at her, "Do you mind if I join you for Lunch tomorrow?" She asked out in the open, and I could see some of the other girls look at Alex, surprised.

"Sure, Bring that little bitch of a childhood friend if you truly want to have fun," I said with a sadistic smile, and Alex blanked.

Alex frowned and looked at me, "Really?" Alex asked.

"Yeah, I think it will be fun," I replied, thinking of fucking with that little cuck of a childhood friend she had. I wondered if he learned that Alex was not his and she didn't have anything sexually to do with him. Well, he did get to see her enjoying my futanari cock every time she invited him. Maybe getting cucked was more than enough for him to join.

I couldn't help my Sadistic smile as I looked at Alex and saw her shiver. I watched as she opened her mouth, then looked around and saw half the team stretching close by, listening to the conversation. Her noticing everyone else ended the conversation, and soon I joined the girls jogging around the gym in a warm-up.

When Mrs. Grendier blew a whistle a couple of minutes later, she started to talk about formations as we gathered around her. We started to go over the specifics, and then she started having us set up and practice the formations. Soon, we started working on Blocking formations, running up to the net as Mrs. Grendier and Sarah spiked balls at us practicing.

After going over that formation, we started setting up fake outs with who was spiking and other things to trick the enemy team, with Sarah shouting out the order. Alex was also in charge of setting who to attack based on where it was, and things started to fall more and more in line. The entire team was sweating and dripping with sweat in their new uniforms as we practiced different formations.

When Mrs. Grendier blew her whistle, most of the girls were almost out of it, with the exception of a few like myself, Alex, Sarah, and a couple of the other seniors. "That is it for tonight; I will announce the starters on Thursday. Remember that we are leaving a little after the third period to attend the Friday tournament. I have gotten all your permission slips except a few. If I don't have them by Wednesday, you are giving up your Spot. I will talk to you personally if you haven't handed them in. Now, go home and rest!" Mrs. Grendier dismissed us, and we sighed.

Practice went a little late, and I sighed. as I headed toward my backpack. I had a date with Sarah tonight, but I was also supposed to bring back the recording equipment. I sighed as I realized that would eat into my date with Sarah. I couldn't help but wonder where I should take her. My stomach grumbled for food, and I lightly dripped with sweat after a long practice.

I grabbed my backpack and was lost in thought as I headed to the girl's locker room. Most definitely, I would take a shower before heading out. I smiled, thinking about my Strawberry named Sarah. I might be dealing with a period, but I wanted to spoil the cute lover tonight. I barely even registered I was feeling more emotional tonight.

Damn period.