Tuesday morning at about 9.30 was usually the time unless they changed it. When that happened I often got no warning; so they would turn up take me into a room and just take my pants down. I had to undergo this official inspection every week. Sometimes they would come and do a spot check which could be a bit embarrassing.
I had just turned 21 and it was a couple of years since that encounter with Fernandez the boxer and this was back home so at least no one knew about that. And I was trying to get back to gymnastics because things had got a bit complicated. You know after my failed attempts to take secret pics of those trannies in the shower; well it was Mandy to be exact. She got really angry at first then took advantage of me and that's how I got sort of compromised. I mean I couldn't stop them really because they outnumbered me. And I just don't have that sort of physique when it comes to defending myself physically.
But I can do gymnastics because I'm quite light and that's the trouble, those sort of sex hormones made me put on weight a bit. It was things like ...well.. I have more than men normally do, sort of where their teats are but I'll come to that later.
Anyway the club wanted me off drugs, whatever they were, if was going to compete. I mean there was no hiding what had happened to me as my state of affairs was quite obvious. Actually I didn't mind all that much. It certainly attracted a lot of attention from the guys and strangely from some of the girls too. I just wanted to get fit and try to loose some weight but it was difficult because, as guys kept telling me, it was not fat that was making me heavier, it was a sort of change to my whole body.
The authorities were starting to get strict about gender after some female athletes were accused of being men. And now some feminists were saying it wasn't fare just to test them. What about 'effeminate guys' and all that.
I didn't mind it all too much personally but it was a bit difficult to explain things to the other guys. I think it was the girls who spilt the beans in the end.
"So what do they do to you in there?" Jason had asked. He was one of a bunch of weight lifters who seemed to take a lot of interest in me.
"It's sort of routine really you know, they insist on once a week so you know it's some thing I just have to do and ..."
Jason cut me off "Hey! what actually happens, I mean well.." he looked round and grinned at several others who were crowding round. "I mean do they do some sort of inspection or something or er.. 'examination' that's the word I was looking for".
"Do they make you take your pants down?" Grant is such a huge powerful guy he sort of overpowers me.
"Must be fucking interesting! Yea what do you reckon? especially with him getting periods and all that sort of thing!"
"Hey shut up Jack that's just a rumour, we don't know if it's true, give him a chance man!" Jason had sprung to my defence.
To be honest I actually liked these occasions although some of them could be quite intimidating but the conversation had never gone this far before. Perhaps it was stupid of me to take them up about my periods but I felt I had to set the record straight or the rumours would get even wilder!
"I mean I don't really know what some people have been saying but well ... you know" I hesitated as I had talked myself into trouble. "Yea well it wouldn't be possible for me would it? I mean..."