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coco-loco-nut · 8 months ago

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Revelations - Part 3

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Summary: a fic focused on the readers career because YOU ARE A QUEEN

a/n: i wrote this before the Newey/RBR break up. i also can’t stop ending my fics with a social media post 😭

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When Daniel retired from F1, you were ready to pull the plug on your career, but he wouldn’t let you. He saw the passion you still had and didn’t want to extinguish it just because he wasn’t going to have a seat in the race anymore. Instead, he decided to live his best life as a stay-at-home dad while also coaching Florence who was naturally drawn to her dad’s karts.

Your family eventually moved to England, it being the easier move with your job promotion and Florence’s karting. You took the Chief Engineering Officer position after Daniel retired, working closely with the man who taught you so much. Adrian and you were a dynamic duo, the cars you build together are rocket ships. Daniel is an ambassador for Red Bull when he isn’t with Florence at karting competitions. You’ve been teaching Sidney about the mechanics behind karts and the cars, letting him come to work with you to shadow once in a while.

You walk into Christian’s office to remind him about the family dinner tonight, Max already promised to be in attendance with P and Kelly.

“Y/n, mind taking a seat?” Christian asks, you think nothing of it, figuring he just wants an update on the car.

“What’s up? There isn’t much of a progress update yet,” you say, sipping your coffee.

“I’d like to sign Florence into our driver development program. Not just because she is a Ricciardo, but because she has the technical knowledge and the talent. I know someone with Rodin who has a seat open for her in Formula 4,” Christian says and you nod, having gotten a similar offer from Mercedes and Ferrari. You feel pride in your daughter, her hard work and drive being recognized by top programs. It’s extra special because Christian is using his connections to help get her a seat with Daniel’s old F3 team.

“The PR will be tricky to manage, but would you like to tell her at dinner tonight?” you smile, F1 fans already joke about Red Bull being Ricciardo central. Sidney is preparing for his semester finals for Mechanical Engineering and you can’t believe it’s been ten years since they made their first paddock appearance. You negotiate some terms with Christian, the most important being that if she wants to leave the program and go to another, she can.

“We will announce it once she’s signed with the team, I’ll give my person a call,” Christian lets you know before you go to your office. You admire the family photo you took when Florence won the CIK-FIA world championship last month. She’s been dominating British karting all year, Daniel has been working so hard to help her get where she wants to be.

Your day flies by, and before you know it you are all seated in your living room.

“How’s the driver program selection going?” Max asks Christian, genuinely curious.

“I actually made my selection today, Florence, how do you feel about the family legacy?” Christian beams as her face lights up.

“Really? Oh my god, thank you Uncle Christian!” she darts over to him to hug him. “Uncle Maxie, you better watch out,” she grins at Max, who is a Red Bull institution.

“I’ll be very lucky if I am still racing when you get to F1, but I will be happy to coach you,” Max chuckles, knowing he’s pushing the limit of his career.

“No way, that job is reserved for me,” Daniel tells Max who just frowns at his friend for taking away his plan.

A few years later, your whole family is essentially traveling race to race. Sidney is interning with Red Bull, Florence is racing with Rodin in F2, and Daniel is living his best life as a commentator.

“Y/n, let’s grab coffee,” you’ve noticed that Christian tends to say that when he has something important to say.

“What’s wrong?” you cut straight to the chase.

“Max is retiring after this season and I am going to retire as well,” Christian says and a silence falls between you.

“It’s a well deserved retirement for both of you,” you say after a couple seconds.

“I am recommending you for team principal. I also want you to be involved in choosing who is the next driver for the team,” Christian says and you pause.

“I would be honored, that would be huge shoes to fill,” you say after a second.

“You deserve it, you’ve worked your way up from the bottom,” Christian reassures you. In the next month, you signed your contract and got Oliver Bearman to replace Max’s seat.

“You should’ve let me take the seat, Mom,” Florence smiles, you shake your head.

“Not yet, you are a wonderful driver, but I can’t sign you my first year as team principal,” you tell her. Your promotion has been well received among staff and fans. You take the promotion seriously, learning what you don’t know while Christian is still there.

Five years later you walk into testing excitedly. It is a special day for your family.

“Daniel Ricciardo here reporting from the Paddock for testing, let’s see who we can grab,” your husband says, looking towards the entrance where you are walking in. “Y/n Ricciardo, have a second for an interview,” he smiles as you ate into the frame.

“I do, rare for a team principal,” you smile adoringly at your husband, still the young driver getting his shot in your eyes.

“How do you feel going into testing?”

“Great, my engineers and I have worked hard on the car, we are excited to see how it performs against the field,”

“And you have a new driver this year? How is that going?”

“Well so far, as a team we’ve been watching her for years. She’s worked hard with our junior team and we are always excited to bring young talent in. It’s always a tough decision when choosing someone for a seat, but we are confident in our choice,” you say, keeping things professional. The fans watching live are loving the interview, commenting about how your family is acting as if you aren’t a family.

“One last question, your new driver, Florence Ricciardo, is bringing in her own race engineer, Sidney Ricciardo, an engineer who worked for Red Bull Racing in the past. Are there any worries about an unproven race engineer?” Daniel says, the two of you somehow keeping a straight face.

“Obviously we want our drivers to be comfortable with their race engineer. Sidney has been with the team for a while before going to McLaren, so we are excited to welcome him back. Our team has worked with him to familiarize himself with the job, and he will be beside me on pit wall today for that reason,” you explain, a small smile holding back the laughter.

“Thank you for your time, Y/n. Good luck today,” Daniel tells you before you walk off. The video goes viral among F1 fans for the sheer humor of it. Fans also love that Florence and Sidney are following their parent footsteps and career paths.

“That interview was so funny,” Sidney sits beside you in hospitality.

“Thank you, Sid. I may be old but I can still be funny,” you smile at your son. “Are you nervous? I remember how nervous I was on pit wall the first time as your dad’s engineer,” you ask him.

“I am your son, I’ve got it in the bag, plus it’s only Flo,” Sidney says as Florence barges into the room, sitting beside you. Daniel follows behind her, quietly sitting beside her.

“Thanks for basically disowning me on live television, Mom. Oh, hi Dad,” Florence hugs her dad as you all try not to laugh.

“Come on, Flo, it was funny watching Mom and Dad act like we all weren’t related,” Sidney laughs. The social media team takes a picture and posts it on twitter.

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@redbullracing: guys, a bunch of people with the last name Ricciardo are sitting in our hospitality, I guess all but one works for us. Apparently they know each our team principal? Are they related or is this just a weird coincidence?

@y/nricciardo not related to me, just a weird coincidence.

↪️@florencericciardo MOM! STOP DISOWNING ME

↪️@sidneyricciardo no, no, please continue disowning her

↪️@danielricciardo Do you know who these two are, Y/n? I don’t recognize them

↪️@y/nricciardo I’m sorry, do I know a Daniel?

#f1 imagines #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagines #daniel ricciardo imagine

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fafnir19 · 9 months ago

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A new perspective

Dan walked into the employment office, shoulders slumped and a heavy weight of dejection hanging over him. A middle-aged clerk looked up from her desk, her disinterested expression morphing into a frown of recognition. "Are you here again?" she asked, her voice tinged with irritation. Dan sighed "Yeah, I am. Another job down the drain." "What didn't go right this time?" The clerk's tone was more resigned than curious. "It's always something," Dan muttered, feeling the unfairness of it all weighing down on him. The clerk pursed her lips, her expression a mix of resignation and pity. "Maybe it's time to consider coaching," she suggested, offering Dan a sympathetic smile. "You're lucky, though. Adrian usually advises CEOs, but he's offering his services to the unemployed now." Coaching? Dan had never considered it, but he figured it couldn't hurt at this point. "Sure, sign me up for whatever you think might help," he replied, trying to muster a hint of optimism.

A few days later, Dan found himself standing outside an elegant apartment building in the heart of the city. He checked the address on the slip of paper in his hand, making sure he was in the right place. This was where the coaching sessions were supposed to take place. As he stepped into the building's opulent lobby, he couldn't help but feel out of place in his worn jeans and faded hoody. But Dan squared his shoulders and climbed the stairs to the top floor. This was an opportunity for a fresh start, and he was determined not to let it slip through his fingers.

The door to Adrian's apartment was opened by a man who exuded an effortless charm and confidence that instantly made Dan feel self-conscious about his rumpled appearance. "Welcome, Dan. I'm Adrian," the man said, his warm smile putting Dan at ease.

"Dan, I'm so sorry to keep you waiting," Adrian added, his voice smooth as silk. "I've had to handle everything myself since my assistant left. Come in, come in." Dan followed Adrian into the elegant apartment that doubled as the coach's practice. The pristine white walls and tasteful artwork spoke of refinement and success, and Dan couldn't help but feel like a bull in a china shop as he hesitantly took a seat in the impeccably furnished living room. As Adrian settled into a chair opposite him, a friendly smile on his lips, Dan couldn't help but feel a surge of discomfort. The man exuded a polished charisma that made Dan acutely aware of his own scruffy appearance and lack of confidence.

Adrian leaned forward, his piercing gaze fixed on Dan. "So, tell me about your previous job. What went wrong there?" Dan shifted nervously in his seat, his eyes flicking to the intricate pattern of the rug beneath his feet, expecting a lecture or, worse, pity. "You see," he began, "my work's always been top-notch, but my bosses just never seemed to appreciate it." To his surprise, Adrian listened intently, nodding sympathetically. "Dan, it's clear that you're a top-tier employee. It's just that your potential is overshadowed by something else," he remarked, eyes glinting thoughtfully. "Wait, what? You actually think I'm not the problem?" Dan's eyes widened, disbelief coloring his tone. Adrian leaned back, exuding an air of wisdom. "It's not you, Dan. It's how others perceive you. Your appearance might be sending the wrong signals," he explained, tapping a finger against his chin. Dan's heart fluttered with hope. Finally, someone understood! "So, what do I need to change?" he asked eagerly, leaning in.

A soft chiming interrupted their conversation, and Adrian's eyes flicked to his phone on the coffee table. "I'm so sorry, Dan. I need to take this." He rose from his seat, all charm and confidence as he answered the call. Alone in the luxurious apartment, Dan couldn't help but marvel at the stark contrast between his own life and the world Adrian inhabited. He longed to break free from the cycle of dead-end jobs and unfulfilled potential, but the gulf between where he was and where he wanted to be seemed insurmountable.

Dan sat in the elegant chair, feeling a mix of anticipation and uncertainty as Adrian circled around him, eyeing Dan’s rebellious mane with a critical gaze. Adrian leaned in closer, his fingers grazing Dan’s scalp.

"Let's start with your hair," Adrian suggested. "That long, unkempt style might be a bit off-putting." Dan ran a hand through his hair, a touch of defiance in his eyes. "I'm proud of my rebellious hair, but okay. Let's try it." Adrian's fingers moved with a strange yet gentle pressure, and suddenly Dan felt a strange sensation, like a cool breeze across his head. Sitting up straight, Dan touched his head, feeling a neatly trimmed fade-cut with shaved sides.

"How did you… What just happened?" Dan sputtered, utterly bewildered. Adrian's grin grew wider. “Just a little magic,” he said, winking at Dan. “I used to work as a magician.” Dan, dumbfounded yet impressed, let out a chuckle. "Can you make my bank account disappear too?" "I might just have a trick or two up my sleeve for that," Adrian teased, his eyes gleaming.

Adrian stepped back to fully appreciate Dan's figure. “You seem a bit skinny, Dan. It might give off the impression of being sickly. People tend to avoid sickly individuals as nature's protective mechanism. How about we work on that and give you some muscle?" Dan laughed "I've tried that before. Didn't really work out for me." "Leave it to me," Adrian declared with a wink, a mischievous glint in his eye. Without another word, Adrian's fingers traced an invisible line in the air, and suddenly, Dan's frame transformed Dan blinked in surprise as tingling sensations ran through his body, and suddenly his form seemed more defined, muscles sculpted in all the right places. "Look at you," Adrian praised, a hint of pride in his tone. "That's the spirit, Dan. A little magic goes a long way." The fabric of Dan's previously baggy clothes now clung snugly to his toned physique, accentuating his newfound athleticism.

"I feel… different," Dan stammered, sensing a surge of confidence coursing through him. "You are not alone, Dan. You just have to get help,” Adrian encouraged, his voice carrying a note of assurance. “Do you trust me?” Dan nodded eagerly, his eyes shining with a newfound trust in Adrian's unconventional methods. "Great. Now, let's address your attire. Your current style might not be doing you any favors," Adrian observed, taking in Dan's outfit. "My clothes? What’s wrong with them?" Dan asked, looking down at himself. "They're a bit too casual. Let's upgrade your look and see how it changes things," Adrian suggested, pulling out a pair of tight silk pants and a fitted silk shirt. "Uh, this is a bit much, don't you think?" Dan hesitated, eyeing the clothing warily. Adrian smiled. "Trust me, Dan. It may not seem conventional, but it has its perks. It commands attention and presence. You’ll see," he assured Dan. After changing into the new outfit, Dan felt a bit exposed. "I don't even have underwear on with this," he mentioned, adjusting the unfamiliar clothing. "It's all part of the look. Trust me," Adrian reiterated, his tone unwavering. "Alright, if you say so," Dan said, trying to get used to the unfamiliar sensation.

Before Dan could voice any further protest, Adrian had already moved onto the next phase of his master plan. "Now, Dan, let's work on your attitude," he said, his voice low and commanding. "My attitude?" Dan asked, a note of uncertainty tugging at the edge of his words. "Yes, your perspective, your demeanor," Adrian replied, his tone firm. "Sometimes, a change in posture can yield a change in perspective. Kneel before me, Dan." Hesitant but willing to play along, Dan lowered himself to the floor, gazing up at Adrian with a mix of curiosity and obedience.

"Now, isn't this a far more comfortable position?" Adrian asked, an air of authority lingering in his voice. Dan couldn't help but agree, feeling an odd sense of ease as he knelt before Adrian. "It... it is, actually." "You see, Dan," Adrian said, his eyes holding a mesmerizing intensity, "your doubts were unfounded. Trust in me, and I shall guide you to your true potential." Dan pondered Adrian's words, finding a strange sense of reassurance in them. "You're right, Adrian. I shouldn't have doubted." With each passing moment, Dan found himself falling deeper under Adrian's enigmatic spell, his very being seemingly attuned to every word and command Adrian imparted. Adrian's piercing gaze held Dan in place, the sense of power and control in his eyes making Dan shiver with a strange blend of excitement and apprehension. "Relax, Dan," Adrian purred, his voice smooth and persuasive. "You're doing so well. Trust me on this. You're on the right path now."

"Now, let's try something else," Adrian suggested, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Kneel with both feet on the floor. It'll be more relaxing for you." Dan complied, shifting his position as Adrian had instructed, feeling an odd sense of ease washing over him.

Adrian's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You look good down there, Dan," he praised, his voice smooth as velvet. Dan's cheeks flushed at the unexpected compliment, a warmth spreading through his body. "Now, Dan, I want you to spread your legs and pull down your pants," Adrian instructed, his tone authoritative yet strangely alluring. Dan hesitated for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. "Uh, I'm not sure about this," Dan murmured, his hesitance evident in his voice. But before he could vocalize his doubts further, Adrian's persuasive words echoed in his ears. "You've come so far, Dan. Don't stop now. Trust me," Adrian's voice coaxed, wrapping around Dan's thoughts like a seductive melody. Dan swallowed hard, his heart racing as he complied with Adrian's request.

It was as if Dan's body was moving of its own accord, his hands gripping the waistband of his pants and obediently lowering them to reveal himself to Adrian. As Adrian took advantage of the vulnerable position, Dan's body became a whirlwind of conflicting sensations. A surge of warmth and pleasure ignited within him, and he couldn't deny the undeniable ecstasy coursing through his veins. "This is so wrong," Dan gasped, his voice strained with conflicting desires. "But it feels so right, doesn't it?" Adrian's words were like a caress, lulling Dan into a state of surrender. Dan's thoughts were a jumble of confusion and arousal, his body betraying his mind's protests. "You belong to me now, Dan," Adrian asserted, his tone laced with command. "You're mine to mold and guide." With each electrifying touch, Dan found himself slipping further into a state of blissful submission. "Yes, sir," Dan murmured, a newfound sense of purpose blooming within him. "I want this." The air crackled with tension as Dan relinquished himself to the overwhelming sensations engulfing him and made him finally cum.

"You are free now, my dear Dan," Adrian's voice caressed him like a tender embrace. "Embrace your true self." "But what about my job, my future?" Dan's voice wavered with uncertainty. "You have a new path now, one that fits you perfectly," Adrian assured, his gaze unwavering. Dan's breaths came in shallow gasps, and yet, a strange sense of liberation burgeoned within him. "You've always longed for guidance and structure, haven't you, Dan?" Adrian's words resonated within him, striking a chord deep within his being. "I never realized," Dan breathed, his eyes glistening with newfound clarity. "Now you have found your purpose," Adrian declared, his gaze piercing through Dan's uncertainties. "You will be my assistant, Dan. You will serve me and obey my every command. You will make coffee, answer the door and obey everything else I order you to do," Adrian declared, his words ringing in the air with an undeniable authority.

Dan felt a surge of determination welling up within him, an unshakeable resolve to fulfill Adrian's every wish. It was a curious sensation, one that filled him with a strange sense of fulfillment. "Yes, sir," Dan replied, his voice tinged with a fierce determination that surprised even himself. "I will serve you. I am yours to command." And as the aftershocks of pleasure subsided, Adrian's voice sliced through the lingering silence. Adrian quickly called the employment office and his voice pierced through the haze of pleasure. "I've solved the problem," he declared, an air of satisfaction in his tone. "He's so receptive now, that he unhesitatingly embraced his newfound submissive and gay identity. I've brought him on as my devoted assistant - you can remove him from your list." Dan blinked in disbelief, his mind struggling to comprehend the whirlwind of events that had just unfolded. Did he truly agree to everything? Was this newfound revelation his reality now? In the midst of his bewilderment, Dan glanced up at Adrian, who wore a knowing smirk that set his heart aflutter. In that moment, Dan realized the truth - Adrian had molded him into something new, something he never knew he desired. Adrian's smile was triumphant as he gazed down at Dan, his voice filled with authority, "Now, go make us some coffee, and remember, you live to serve me, and only me." Dan nodded, "At your command, sir. I exist to fulfill your wishes." With a snap of Adrian's fingers, Dan rose from his kneeling position and went to prepare the coffee, his mind filled with nothing but unwavering obedience.

#male tf #male transformation #personality change #straight to gay #servant #musclegrowth

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turned-the-page · 1 year ago

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#coach scott #i.am ontario #scottmoir #coach adrian #good job layla/alex 3rd in FD

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fakeboycorrection · 2 years ago

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New fakeboy story! A little more preamble in this one, but I love this dynamic regardless:

Being trans and on a men's soccer team was always going to be a struggle, you knew that. You'd been working hard your whole life to get to this point, and you weren't about to be humiliated now. You'd come out to your parents as a young teen, and jumped straight into the boy's soccer team in your high school. It'd been hard, but you did your best, and made your way, eventually, onto your college's soccer team. Now, you were in the big leagues, and everything was harder. Size might not be everything in soccer, but it was crazy, just how much smaller you were than the other guys. You came in at about 5 foot 2, while all the other guys were at least six feet tall, most of them had a foot or more on you. You'd been treated as the runt of the team, teased and picked on, bench warming most games, but tonight was the night. The team captain, a big guy named Adrian, had decided to get you out on the field. You were working up a sweat immediately, struggling to keep up with the guys on the other team, sprinting up and down the field the whole time.

At the end of the game, things were all tied up. You knew your team could take them if things went into overtime, so you just had to keep the ball away from them until some of the substitutes could jump in. You had the ball, and were running it up the field, pushing with all your might to keep it out of the hands of the other time. The clock was ticking down, you were swerving left and right, dodging all their team members, when at the most important moment, you slipped and fell on the ground. A member of the other team quickly snatched up the ball, and made a sprint to your goal, shooting it in and scoring the victory. The crowd erupted into a mix of cheers and laughs, all while you lay there on the ground, trying not to cry.

You had tried so hard to be the best that you could be, but you'd failed, losing your team a critical game. You walked off and back to the locker room, trying to hide away from the angry faces of your teammates and fans, trying to get away from it all.

No one was in the locker room, and you figured you had plenty of time before anyone got back from getting yelled at by the coach, so you decided to take a quick shower to try and wash off your shame. You slipped off your uniform, covered in sweat and dirt, and then took off your binder and boxers, laying them next to your bag. You walked over, completely nude and tits now bouncing with every step, to the shower, getting in and turning the water on extra hot. You were only in there for a few minutes before you heard a door open, and the sounds of many male voices arguing.

"Ugh, that was fucking bullshit!" You heard Adrian yell as someone slammed the door shut. The whole team must've been inside. You went to reach for your towel, but realized you hadn't brought one. Not wanting to be seen, you stayed in the shower, hoping no one would come in. You were still in the closet to the whole team. Only the coach knew that you were trans.

"I know, right? It's not our fault that dumbass can't play. I still don't know how he made the team..." you heard another voice respond. You felt the embarrassment of the loss welling up in your cheeks, causing your eyes to water. "I don't know how he even made the team, the little runt..."

"Maybe he sucked off the coach?" Adrian said, and the whole room laughed. You felt your face turning red. You might not be the best, but you'd made it on the team, fair and square. "You've seen the way coach looks at him, right? Dude wants that ass. I'm gonna hit the shower, let me know if he comes in here to scream at us again, over bullshit that wasn't our fault." You heard the vitriol in Adrian's voice as he said that last line, walking towards the shower. You froze, not sure what to do or where to go. You could hear the slaps of his bare feet against the ground as he inched towards the shower, and the best thing you could think to do was turn around and hope that he'd just take one of the other spots in the room without talking to you. The communal shower wasn't very big, but you thought you could hide from him...

"Well, there you are..." You heard Adrian's voice behind you, but continued to face the wall. "Nice playing out there. Got us all screamed at by coach, and you're just hiding away in here?" You heard Adrian's clothes hit the ground as he undressed. "You're the one that deserves to be yelled at..."

"I'm s-sorry..." You tried to whimper out, hearing Adrian step into the shower fully, turning one of the other showerheads on. You heard him make a noise, almost like a growl.

"Yeah well, sorry doesn't get us to championships. Never should've taken you off the bench... You know what?" You heard him start walking towards you. You tried to make yourself as small as possible to hide from him. "You're the one who deserves a lecture, not us. Let's start with this..." He grabbed you roughly by the shoulder and spun you around.

"What the fuck..." you heard him say. You'd closed your eyes now, not wanting to see his reaction, but you knew that he was now staring at your tight, feminine body. Big tits with a little cunt to match. You felt his eyes staring into you for almost a minute, and eventually, you gave in and opened yours, looking back at him. The look on his face was a mix of confusion, anger, and... something else. Something that scared you. Before you could say anything though, he opened his mouth and shouted.

"Guys, get in here!" He yelled. Your eyes shot open fully in shock. You tried to open your mouth to say something, but were stopped by his hand, pushing against you roughly and silencing you. 7 or 8 of your teammates filed into the shower, all stripping down as they got in.

"Do we seriously have to shower together dude? Isn't that a little ga-" the one at the front started to say, before seeing you, held in place by Adrian. A chorus of voices rang out.

"What the hell?"

"Who's she?"

"Why'd you bring a girl in here?"

"Wait, is that the runt?"

You stared at them, tears threatening to pour out of your eyes. You'd always wanted to come out one day, but you wanted to come out on a good day. You wanted to be the star of the team, to show everyone that trans guys can be the best at anything they choose to be. You wanted to be MVP, then reveal your identity and see the shock and awe in their faces as they realized an FTM could be on top. Not... this. You didn't want to be the loser, who gets outted by his whole team seeing his tits in the shower.

"Boys, look what we have here..." Adrian said, giving the room a smirk that hid evil intentions behind it. "Seems the runt's been keeping a secret from his team."

"Wait, he's- or, she, I guess... Is one of those transgender girls?" One of the guys asked. You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at that.

"Nah she's a trans guy, like that one dude in our Bio class. Means she was born a girl." Another teammate said. The other guys looked at you and studied your body. You watched their faces as they slowly turned from curiosity to understanding, and then into a strange, primal hunger.

"I think I have a better idea of what we can do with you, as a nice little reminder of what happens to guys that keep us from making it to champs..." Adrian said, letting go of your mouth and grabbing your arms. He was so much stronger than you, you couldn't resist him at all as he picked you up and pinned you to the wall, underneath the hot, running shower.

"Wait, please!" You blurted out, finally able to speak. You felt the warm water run down your tits, streaming down and running over your cunt. Your whole body felt hot. You felt something else touch your thigh, and you thought Adrian had kneed you, until you looked down and saw what had touched you.

Adrian's cock was resting against your thigh, bigger than any you'd seen before. You weren't really interested in guys, so you hadn't studied their bodies before. But this cock was definitely bigger than any you'd noticed in person, as big as the cocks on those guys in professional porn. You started to shake with fear. "D-don't do this Adrian, please..." Adrian just smiled and leaned in, kissing you.

You felt the firmness of his lips as they pressed against yours. You tried to pull away, but he grabbed your chin and forced you to kiss him back. You felt sickened, and struggled to get away, slapping him with your newly freed hand, but one of the other guys had moved in and grabbed it, pinning you against the wall. As Adrian kissed you, biting your lip lightly, you looked around past his face and saw the other guys slowly jerking off their hard cocks. Their muscled bodies were a strong contrast to your tight yet soft body, now pinned against the warm tile of the shower. After a few moments, Adrian pulled back, letting a string of spit hang between the two of you.

"Come on, be a good girl and just enjoy this..." He said, laughing. The others laughed along with him lightly, but were now too focused on your body to play around anymore.

"I'm not a girl! I'm a man, just like you..." You responded angrily, giving Adrian a nasty look.

"Oh? Then what's this?" He said, jamming his fingers into your pussy. Involuntarily, you moaned, practically collapsing into his chest. You looked up at him defiantly, but you could already see victory in his smile. "There we go, there's a good girl..."

Your defiance turned to sadness, and then to pleading. "Please, Adrian. Please don't do this... I... You can't fuck my front hole, at least. I don't want a kid anymore than you do, right?" You looked into his eyes, looking for any sense of mercy.

"Oh don't worry." He responded. "You said you're a man, right? Men can't get pregnant..." He laughed, spinning you around and throwing you into the crowd of guys, all of which placed a hand on one of your limbs and held you tight. "And besides, there's what, ten of us here? That's only a ten percent chance it'll even be my kid... I'm willing to take those odds."

With that, the rest of the guys pinned you down onto the floor and knelt down at all sides of you. Most of them just jerked off over you, but Adrian stuck his cock in your pussy, fucking you so fast and quick that you thought you'd break immediately. You thought it would hurt more, but the wetness inside of you was making it easy for him to force himself in. Despite everything, your pussy was acting appropriately, getting wet for them. As Adrian thrust into you, you felt moans burst out of your mouth once more, against every struggle that you made to keep quiet. You were silenced fast though, as one of your teammates took the opportunity of your open mouth to jam his cock down your throat. He thrust way down into you, choking you on his dick and slapping his balls against your face. You tried to gag, to scream, or do anything, but you couldn't even move. The other guys were still pinning you down, circling you and jerking off over your soft body.

Adrian continued thrusting into you, reaching down and squeezing your tits with a free hand. "There's a good girl..." He said, sending a shiver down your spine from all the sensations. He kept fucking you like that, telling you over and over what a "good girl" you were for taking him so well, before finally announcing that he was about to cum.

The teammate fucking your throat pulled out for a second to let Adrian lean in real close to your ear and whisper, "I'm dumping my load way down inside you, little runt girl..." as he came inside you. You couldn't help but moan, feeling his warmth fill you up. He leaned back, allowing the other guy to start fucking your throat again, to which you couldn't even fight back on any more. After a few seconds of filling you up, Adrian finally pulled out, then tapped one of your other teammates on the shoulder. That one situated himself in front of you and started fucking you, just like Adrian, though he didn't last quite as long. A few minutes later, and you were getting filled with even more cum. At the same time, the one fucking your mouth let his seed down into your throat, growling as he did so. You could hear Adrian laugh from the sidelines, watching as the torture in your eyes slowly turned to bliss.

After a few of the guys ended up cumming on your chest, Adrian came back into the fray, grabbing you by your hair and dragging you over to one of the walls. Your other teammates released you, letting him take full control of you.

"Are you ready to be a good girl yet?" He asked, grabbing you by the chin and smiling. You leaned against the wall, trying in a daze to look at him.

"F-fuck you..." You whimpered out, trying to hide the remnants of pleasure shocking your body. Adrian just kept smiling.

"Wrong answer, pretty girl." He said, grabbing you under your thighs and picking you up like you were nothing. He pinned you up against the wall, shoving his cock in you while he held you up against the wall. He literally lifted you up and down on his cock, bouncing you on it, using you like a fleshlight.

"You know, you make a pretty cute girl..." He said, grunting as he thrust you up and down. You couldn't stop your moans now, crying out as your petite body shook in his strong arms. "I don't know why you people even like pretending to be men... isn't this so much better?"

You wanted to respond, to tell him no, but your mouth couldn't even form the words. You just continued moaning as he bounced you up and down, fucking the mess of cum and shower water deeper into your cunt, sending even more spasms down your back and through your limbs. Adrian smiled, knowing he didn't really need an answer to know that he'd one. He leaned in to kiss you again, and this time you gave in, kissing him back as you bounced up and down. You felt his tongue enter your mouth, feeling as strong as every other muscle in his body, dancing around as your moans mixed with the sloppy mess of making out. You grabbed him by his hair, holding on for dear life while he thrust deeper and deeper inside of you. You'd felt it building up this whole time, but were still surprised when an orgasm wracked your body, forcing you to pull Adrian in closer until he joined you in cumming, filling you up for the second time of the night.

After your orgasms subsided, Adrian dropped you back down onto the floor like a ragdoll, and you collapsed roughly, cum leaking out of you and onto the tiles of the floor. "Get some use out of her." You barely heard Adrian say as he walked out of the shower, grabbing his towel. THe other guys walked over to you, grabbing at you hungrily, wanting to do more than watch a show this time. One of them stuck his cock in your mouth, which you happily sucked on, needing more of their manliness inside of you. Another grabbed your hand and put it on his dick. At first, you just held it, but he slapped you, causing you to start jerking him off.

"There you go, good fucking girl..." You heard him mutter under his breath. Another guy held his cock out on your other side, and before he even did anything, you reached up and grabbed it, jerking him off as well. Those three used you until they had all finished, covering you and filling your throat with their hot, sticky cum, which you greedily drank down, even licking some of it off your hands as they walked away.

After that, two of the other guys dragged you back to the middle of the room. They picked you up and held you in between them, one of them with his cock at your pussy, the other prepared at your ass. You'd toyed with your ass plenty in the past, but you were still surprised at how easily his cock got into you when they both rammed inside. Maybe it was all of the cum dripping out and on your body, maybe it was the water in the shower, but they both slipped in with no problems, fucking you on both sides. All you could do was moan in a blissful state, barely aware of what was going on beyond the pleasure filling your body. They fucked you like that, bouncing you between them for what felt like an eternity before filling you up and dropping you unceremoniously back down onto the floor, finally dripping cum out of every hole now.

The night went on like that for a couple of hours, your teammates filling your mouth and pussy, or just cumming onto your pretty little tits. Once you were done, Adrian had a long, private chat with you about your role on the team going forward.

Surprisingly enough, he said you could stay on the team! Unfortunately, you had to wear a new uniform to every game, and were never allowed to play again. The new uniform was basically just a short skirt and bra, in the team colors. You hated being turned into a glorified cheerleader, though you had to admit, you didn't look half-bad in it... Of course, this outted you to your entire school and turned you into a laughing stock. The loser that had lost the team a big game, and who'd been turned into a cheerleader as a punishment. Adrian ended up leading the team to champs regardless of the loss, and, despite you never actually helping, you technically supported them along the way.

After every game, you "supported" the team in the locker room for a few hours. And honestly? It was a lot more fun than your dumb little fantasy of being MVP. Maybe being a girl isn't half bad...

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