Hot Flash! The Gym Coach

“it’s a stupid sport anyway,” Victoria grumbled, tossing her long, sandy hair over her shoulder as she staked out of the office, her heels clomping on the cement floor. 

Coach Dixon followed her movement past his office window, unable to help himself. Just a week before, Victoria had been an excellent athlete, one of his best, and a fine student. And, most differently, he had been a boy. Now, Victor Stone, Vic to his friends, had become Victoria, another victim of a wave of such transformations at the school. One day, a boy would go to bed with his cock firmly rooted between his legs, and wake the next day with a new kind of body and all new attitudes. Where Vic had been an excellent forward on the team before, now this sultry vixen in his place could barely walk without shaking her ass for the boys to see. 

Dixon leaned against the glass and watched that self-same ass sway as she marched out of the locker room on her tall heels, the pleated skirt she wore bouncing with every step. 

He supposed it was a fact of life now. The first such transformation occurred almost a year before, that time it had been the captain of the football team and the star wide receiver. One day he had been the veritable prince of the school, the very attractive Colleen Manuel on his arm, the next day he had been sharing styling tips with her in the girls’ bathroom between classes and wondering about his, or now her, own date to the next dance.

There had been another almost every week, sometimes twice in the same week. All unexplained, and both parents and students alike seemed to take these changes in stride. As if something were influencing them.

Dixon sat behind his desk in the old wooden chair with its squeaky rollers, resting his chin on his hand as he thought it through again. How could no one else have seen it? When one did the math, it only made sense. 

“Is Victoria off the team?”

Dixon started, looking up to find Beth Hampton standing in the doorway. ‘Speak of the devil,’ he thought.

“Yes, well, she’s not really cut out for it anymore, is she?”

“I suppose she has other interests now,” Hampton agreed, taking a step into Dixon’s office and shutting the door behind her. 

Dixon felt a cool prickle of fear climb his spine. If he was correct, and it would be madness to believe he was, the woman standing before him was the source of all of the school’s problems. And what a source she was… Beth Hampton was the most beautiful woman he’d ever met in person. Deep red hair, a slender five-and-a-half foot frame with ample curves where it mattered, creamy skin highlighted by a dark birthmark below her left eye… And today her figure was emphasized by elegant black heels, a form-fitting gray skirt that fell almost to her knees and a black top with a high collar, emphasizing her chest and leaving her arms bare. The coach felt his cock stir by simply looking at her.

It also happened that she had arrived to teach History just before the changes began. And she seemed especially fond of these newly-made girls, smiling and laughing with them in the hallways. He’d even passed by her classroom once after school to see Brain Lane, now Brianna, crying at Hampton’s desk, the older woman’s arm around the suddenly-sexy girl. Their eyes had met, his and Hampton’s, and she had given a smile that chilled him to his core.

“She does. Don’t you think it’s strange how everyone accepts these so-called girls?”

“You don’t think they are real girls?”

“I wouldn’t know about that. I just know it’s… well, it’s impossible!” Dixon rose a little from his seat as his anger and frustration rose, drawing another enigmatic smile from the woman across the desk from him. She was leaning toward him, too, and he watched her hair roll from her shoulders and sweep down. God help him, he wanted her.

“It is. I’ll grant you that. What do you think is causing it?”

She looked him in the eyes, fixing him in her emerald gaze. 

“I- I don’t know.” His fear was turning to panic. It seemed like Hampton filled the room, her ruby-lipped smile growing, making him feel small and helpless.

“I think you do, Coach,” Hampton said, now rounding the desk to stand before him. He had seven inches and sixty pounds on her, but he was staggering backward, away from her. “I think you have a very particular idea about what’s causing this. But you’re too dim to understand why or how. Would you like to know?”

“No,” he said, his voice wavering. “I don’t. You can go. You could just leave.”

“Too late for that, Coach,” she purred, her advances forcing Dixon back against the wall of his office. “In many ways, it is too late.” Her eyes flitted down, and Dixon saw his athletic shorts billowing around hairless legs.

“No!” he cried, trying to twist away from the woman, but she grabbed for him, seizing him by the sides of his head and holding him.

“It’s magic, Coach,” she said and laughed, a darkly humored sound. “Old-fashioned magic and I have taken every one of your boys with their wandering hands and primitive ideas and made them the very thing they took for granted. And a little more to keep everyone quiet. But you, Coach… You have somehow avoided the hex to accept it. So, I don’t have much choice.”

“Please,” he said, whimpering in her grasp, but he could feel the changes already. 

Not only were his legs hairless, they grew more slim, the skin fresh and young. It felt as if his whole body was in the grip of a seizure, vibrating so quickly beneath his skin that he would appear motionless. He looked into Hampton’s green eyes and he swore they were glowing, and that he could feel himself falling into those green pools, enveloped by their warmth.

“Yes, that’s it,” Hampton whispered to him, “such a pretty young thing you are. So happy to be so young and oh so pretty. Isn’t that right… Jessica?”

“Yes,” he replied, but he would agree with anything she said. Beth was right, was always right. Beth would take care of him. Of her. Of Jessica.

“Good girl. Feel yourself come awake.”

Jessica did. It was as if she could suddenly remember a thousand days before, all of them filled with images of her running as a girl, long hair flowing behind. The first kiss with a boy and the fumbling attempts by her latest boyfriend to deflower her. Her friends she gathered with, and the love she had of sports. And, more than all of it, how lucky she was to have someone like Beth to watch over her.

Jessica’s dark brows rose as Beth brought her close, and she felt the teacher’s crimson lips press to hers, causing her eyes to flutter and her stomach to roll in arousal. Hampton’s hand rose and cupped Jessica’s c-cup breast, admiring her gentle curves and the wasp-is curve of her hips, the way her body filled out her gym uniform.

When the kiss ended, Jessica gasped, her cheeks flushed.

“Oh, Miss Hampton!” she called out.

“I’m sorry, Jessica. You are just so beautiful. But I suppose you want to get back to practice?”

Jessica’s blue eyes flitted to the door behind Miss Hampton. “Yes. I should, um, get back.”

“Go on. I’ll see you later, sweetheart.”

Jessica nodded, wiping her lips with the back of her hand as she moved past Hampton, her heart racing and the cleft between her legs warm and wanting. Maybe she was a lesbian, Jessica mused, jogging out of the locker room toward the practice field. But Jessica was saving herself for Riley, her boyfriend. The thought of him only succeeded in engorging her labia further, and she would have to ignore it or spend a few minutes alone in the girls’ room after practice. 

Checking her cleats, Jessica jogged onto the field and into her new life, happy, young and free.