Olivia loved to play volleyball. The only problem was there there weren't any volley ball leagues where she lived. Not for girls anyway. Her little twerp of a brother, Peter could play whenever he wanted. There were leagues for 12-15 year old boys, but not for girls.
Calling Peter little was a bit of a stretch. He was thirteen, but he was also the same height at Olivia was at five foot six. They looked very much alike except for a few small differences. She was a girl of course and had small breasts, long hair and she didn't have any freckles. But while wearing the proper clothes, she could fix those 'problems'.
If she wanted to play volley ball, she would have to do several things. The first was to borrow her brother's ID to the YMCA where the league was taking place. She wouldn't join the league, but there were lots of players who came into the Y for practice games and working out their volleyball skills. These were the people that Olivia would play with.
The second thing she had to do was to bandage her breasts so that they wouldn't poke out. She couldn't wear a bra of course, but if she wrapped them in bandages, her boobs would be supported, flattened and hidden. Volleyball players get bumps all the time. No one questioned if they wore a bandage.
The third thing she would do would be to wear her brother's sweats. They were baggy enough to hide the curvature of her hips and waist and helped to hide her boobs even more. Under the sweatpants, she wore boys underwear just in case anyone ever saw it peaking out. You can never be too careful when you are throwing yourself in the air to save a point. She of course wore them with athletic socks and a older pair of her brother's sneakers. She hid all her hair under a baseball cap.
The final thing she had to do involved using makeup. She didn't use the makeup to make herself look prettier. She used it to make her cheekbones look lower and to make her face look more angular. Finally, she used a lipstick liner pencil to create faux freckles.
With all these measures, Olivia could impersonate her brother and play volleyball anytime she wanted. She had a lot of fun playing with the boys. She wasn't as tall as the taller boys and really couldn't spike, but she was an excellent bumper and setter. So much so, that a couch of one of the teams in the league saw her and said, "Hey you are great. Join my team!"
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