Tristan, almost compulsively, continued to snap the band of his panties, panties that had gone see-through in a losing battle against his curvy bottom half. Letting the elastic lightly sting his mountainous cheeks, it caused the tight little slit between his legs to moisten. “What a bad girl she is…” he cooed as he grew more aroused. He hadn’t even GOTTEN to the pussy, and already his male mind was overstimulated with pleasure he had only dreamt of prior to his change.

On a lark, Tristan decided to sign up for Swap Class. It seemed like an easy credit, he was told it would help him understand how the other side lived, and he could do with a break, just finishing up the postseason. But when he was assigned his swap partner… he had some mixed feelings. Thea was kind of an awkward girl: not hot, but maybe cute, dinner plate-sized glasses, hiding behind chunky sweaters and long skirts, never speaking up during class, she was the epitome of a nerd you don’t think twice about when they’re not in the room.

Getting swapped can be a bewildering experience, especially going from muscular guy to short gal, so Tristan was unable to take proper stock of his new form in the classroom. Upon arriving to Thea’s place, however, given what he uncovered what he would be working with for the rest of the semester, he considered the wait worth it. 'How the hell did she manage to hide a troublemaker like this? WHY would she?' Tristan was shocked, he was met with a total bombshell of a body! Behind layers of conservative clothing, Thea was smuggling two choice hams that (and this was more emasculating for him than literally losing his cock) Tristan wasn’t sure if he could’ve handled, if given the chance. Well, now he did have the chance, in an extremely favorable way; he’d need a mirror to get a full view of the goods, but he’d be able to get off from every movement, every touch of Thea’s perfect, bouncy butt. 

Tristan was beginning to see the silver lining of Swap Class, but he did have one complaint: the accommodations were lacking. From what he could tell, Thea appeared single, and what kind of single girl- ANY girl, really- didn’t have at least ONE dildo or vibrator? Tristan was curious/horny in a way his hands alone couldn’t satiate, but luckily, he had someone in mind to help scratch the itch. Jax was the only friend of his that hadn’t made fun of him for “getting stuck as a scrawny, fucking chick,” and it didn’t hurt that Thea’s body was having quite the reaction, thinking about his hunky teammate. Plus, Tristan trusted he could keep his sexual escapades on the down low by sleeping with someone he knew, rather than pick up random strangers at the club. Although, that didn’t mean Tristan completely excluded the idea of going out as a woman; he would certainly turn some heads on the dance floor.