‘Come on Chris, we need to win this game!’ coach yelled as Chris grabbed his bat and ran

‘Come on Chris, we need to win this game!’ coach yelled as Chris grabbed his bat and ran to the field. It was the final game before winning the cup. This was the last turn and they were behind one point. Chris had to hit a home-run for the team to win. Chris smiled as he took his place. He knew he was going to do it. He was the star player. His opponent grabbed the ball and aimed his throw. With an enormous speed he threw the ball at Chris. Just when Chris wanted to start swinging his bat, he lost focus. ‘Strike!’ The man behind Chris shouted. The enemy threw again. ‘Strike!’ Again Chris had lost focus. What was happening? He needed to hit it now or it would be over for him and the team. Just when he was ready to hit the ball he heard ‘Strikeout!’. What? Did he just miss three balls in a row? That had never happened in his career before! The other team started to cheer and raise their thrower. A few hours later when everyone had already left, Chris was still in the lockerroom wearing his uniform. He could not understand what had happened. Just when he wanted to change clothes coach entered the room. ‘I’m very disappointed in you,’ he said. ‘I’m sorry coach I don’t know what happened.’ Chris replied. ‘Look, man, I don’t really think your are suitable for this business. At this leve you must win you know.’ ‘But coach, this was just one time. It will not happen again. I promise.’ ‘No, it’s too late. Mike, the co-captain is eager to take your place. Maybe you should have just stayed at high-school baseball level, where they only play to impress the girls.’ And before Chris could protest coach walked over to him and touched his chest with his index finger. Chris felt a powerful schock going through his body as he staggered backwards. Not understanding what was happening he noticed he was dropping height. Within a few seconds he went from towering over coach to being somewhat smaller than him. His face started to change. His beard disappeared and his manly features receded somewhat. His gray uniform turned brigh white and his pants shrank to somewhat below his knees and being way tighter than before. His big trained bubblebutt was greatly visible now. His blue socks rose up to his knees under his shorts. A few seconds after a cap and a pair of sunglasses had appeared on his face he passed out. ‘Hey! Chris! You’re up in the field. You’re my last resort so make me proud!’ His coach’s words awakened Chris from his slumber. He had dozed off on the bank waiting untill the game was over. He was the worst player on the team, being the last one to be used. A rush of excitement filled his body as he understood this was his chance to shine. He would finally be able to impress that boy in the audience that he was in love with. Luckily he had put on his tightest pants today. He grabbed his glove and ran onto the field, completely oblivious of who he used to be, accepting his new life as a stud that joined the team only for the hot team showers and to impress the love of his life. -- source link

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