This choice: The boys struggle with the new reality • Go Back...Chapter #8The boys struggle with the new reality by: Marknew The football team was milling around the school grounds, visible now to everyone. They felt small and insecure, looking up to girls who were suddenly taller and far more muscular than they were. They stayed together as a group, trying to keep some semblance of their pride, while individual girls pointed at them and laughed.
The quarterback, Clem, felt a sharp tug on his arm, pulling him out of the circle of his teammates. It was Sally Mayhew, one of the head cheerleaders, with another cheerleader, May Cowan. Sally had always been tall, nearly 5’9”, and one of the more athletic cheerleaders, while May was just 5’6” and had been selected more for her pretty face and figure than her dancing and jumping skills, but now even May was more than a head taller than Clem, and her powerful chest made her figure even more dramatic.
Sally held a football in her hand and palmed it against her hip. “Clem! Isn't this incredible?! I don't know how it all just happened, but we girls are so much bigger now than you guys! It’s gotta feel weird to you, but we love it! I guess you guys are gonna be the ones cheering for us now!”
Clem looked up at Sally and snorted. “I don't THINK so! There's a lot more to playing football than muscle you know. There's experience, strategy and skills. We've been playing for years, so don't think you're going to waltz in and take over,” he said with as much bravado as he could manage.
“Do you think we can’t learn the plays?” Sally countered. “We've been watching as long as you've been playing.”
Clem laughed. “You think that's the same? I bet you girls can’t even throw a football properly!”
“It can't be hard, now that our hands are bigger.” She tossed the ball underhanded at Clem, who caught it in his gut, groaning slightly at the strength of her throw. “Let’s see. Show me how you do it. She walked back 10 yards.”
Clem frowned. The ball felt strange in his hands -- too large and heavy. He tried to fit his fingers where they belonged across the laces, but the curve of the ball felt wrong. His pass to Sally was wobbly, short and offline.
Sally looked surprised and picked it up. She threw the ball back to Clem, straighter and harder than his pass. It slipped through his fingers and bounced several yards away. He muttered to himself and chased after it, while Sally and May watched.
“I bet you he can't reach you from there,” May said to Sally quietly.
“I think you're right. Let’s see,” Sally replied. As soon as Clem touched the ball, she called out loudly, “Throw it back!”
She was fifteen yards away. It was a medium length pass. He threw it hard, wanting to drive it into her stomach. The ball slipped from his fingers, arced lazily upwards with a pronounced wobble and fell six yards short.
May burst out laughing, then covered her mouth. She jogged out to the ball, tossed it to Sally and then started running hard across the field, breasts bouncing wildly. When she was thirty yards away, Sally threw a perfect spiral above May’s head. May ran faster, looked back once, jumped as the ball approached her and hauled the ball in with one hand as she crossed the goal line. She tossed the ball in the air once, caught it and then fired it back to Sally, who caught it one-handed and held it out to Clem, who looked, unbelieving, at the ball and Sally. “It seems like an easy game, Clem. I think we girls will catch on soon enough.” indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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