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New Squad Member TG
🕑 Added 2024-10-07 12:00:11 +0000 UTCTim Jenkins had always been the king of the school, a star football player with the confidence to match. He was used to getting attention, especially from the girls, who flocked to him like bees to honey. So when the gymnastics squad invited him to their practice after school, promising him a "good time," he didn't hesitate. After all, he was Tim Jenkins—what could they possibly have in store that he couldn't handle?
He strutted into the gym, flashing his trademark grin. The girls greeted him with smiles, their toned bodies gliding effortlessly through the air as they performed intricate flips and routines. "Hey, Tim," said Chloe, the squad captain, her voice sugary sweet. "Thanks for coming. We thought you'd enjoy hanging out with us for a bit."
"Yeah, no problem," Tim replied, leaning against the wall. He couldn't help but admire the way they moved, their flexibility and strength on full display. "So, what's the plan?"
Chloe exchanged a look with the other girls, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Follow us to the changing rooms. We've got a little surprise for you."
Tim's curiosity piqued, and he followed them without a second thought. The changing rooms were empty, the air thick with the faint scent of sweat and perfume. The door clicked shut behind him, and before he could react, the girls pounced. Hands grabbed him from all sides, holding him down as he struggled.
"Hey, what the hell—" he started to shout, but his words were cut off as a gym sock was shoved into his mouth, muffling his protests. The fabric tasted foul, the sweaty stench filling his nostrils as he tried to wriggle free, but their grip was too strong.
"Relax, Tim," Chloe cooed mockingly, her voice dripping with false kindness. "We promised you'd have a good time, remember?"
They dragged him to the showers, ripping his clothes off with brutal efficiency until he stood naked and vulnerable under the harsh fluorescent lights. His heart pounded in his chest as they turned on the water, steam billowing up as it scalded his skin. He tried to scream, but the sock gag stifled his cries.
"Let's get you cleaned up," one of the girls said with a smirk, squirting flowery-scented soap into her hands. The scent was overpowering, cloyingly sweet as they lathered it onto his skin. He felt a strange tingling sensation, and to his horror, he realized his body hair was falling away, washed down the drain in clumps. His once muscular, hairy chest was now smooth, soft, and alien to him.
Next came the glue, thick and sticky as they pressed large, silicone breast forms onto his chest, molding them into place. The weight of them made his back ache immediately, and the sight of them nearly made him pass out from shock. But they weren't finished.
"Oh, don't forget the final touch," Chloe teased, holding up a prosthetic vagina. Tim's eyes widened in terror as they glued it on, completing his horrifying transformation. His legs felt weak, his mind reeling as he looked down at his altered body.
"Perfect," one of the girls said, admiring their handiwork. "Now for your outfit."
They forced him into a tiny, pink thong that barely covered anything, the fabric digging into his skin uncomfortably. Over it, they squeezed him into a one-piece leotard, bright pink and painfully tight. It clung to his new curves, his fake breasts bulging out of the top in a way that made him want to disappear.
Tim's humiliation deepened as they topped it off with a long, blonde wig, the hair cascading down his shoulders. He hardly recognized the person staring back at him in the mirror—a busty blonde with a terrified expression, trapped in the body of "Kim."
"There you go, Kim," Chloe said with a cruel smile. "Welcome to the gymnastics squad."
From that day forward, Tim—now forced to live as Kim—was subjected to a daily routine of torment. Every morning, he was made to practice gymnastics with the squad, his body aching from the unnatural movements. His afternoons were spent parading around school in tight, revealing outfits that left nothing to the imagination—mini skirts, crop tops, and heels that made his feet throb.
The worst part was the way people looked at him, some with pity, others with lust, but none with the respect he once commanded. Tim Jenkins, the star athlete, was gone. In his place was Kim, the pretty little doll who belonged to the gymnastics squad.
