This is the 9th chapter of my ongoing "Steven" saga. It's a bit longer than my last 2 installments, for those who might have been wondering, and is also a bit more action-packed, also for those who have been so anxiously awaiting. My thanks once again to those who have loyally followed and supported my work with their comments and votes. I could not have continued here without them.
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Three days later, a day after the last fashion show, Steven was finishing up his laps at the school pool and thinking back on the modeling he had done. It had been fun, he had to admit, and he had enjoyed the attention and adulation shown him by his sister and Mumsie.
It was so different from the uncaring or sarcastic jabs that usually came his way from the family, and he really liked this new attention, thinking he would almost go out of his way to see that it continued.
His Mumsie had even gone out and bought him a new swimsuit, a men's red satin g-string. She'd convinced him it was the latest rage in men's swim wear.
And though he wished she hadn't spent her hard-earned money on such an obviously expensive item as this, when his old suit was still just as good, inwardly Steven really loved the suit.
It was truly a wisp of nothing, allowing, as it did, his hormone-widened ass to hang out the back while a mere string slid up the crack between his bouncing bubble cheeks. When wet, the front was so nearly transparent that his hairless cock and balls was exposed to anyone who wished to view it.
A week ago he would have refused to wear such a garment. In the last 5 days however, as Steven had grown more and more used to wearing all the new hand-me-downs he'd been given, he'd come to lovingly accept the wonderful compliments that were continuously heaped on him while wearing them. That, on top of the hormones he still unknowingly ingested along with the ongoing hypnotic command Diane had given him to open his mind to all things feminine, had seemed to finally cause Steven, without his even being aware of it, to present an outward feminine demeanor with total confidence.
Therefore, to others around him who covertly observed his seeming ascent into femininity, this air of confidence made Steven appear he was perfectly aware of his new look, as well as totally comfortable, secure and happy with his new appearance.
Perhaps if he'd paid closer attention to his surroundings, he would have been truly red-faced as he paraded around the pool in his g-string, broadened hips, bubble butt, nascent breasts, wavy California blond hair and feminine gait.
Yes, perhaps if he'd been aware of all the woodies he was causing to spring up among his teammates just by walking past them, he might have noticed something was amiss.
Not that his teammates minded the temporary distraction and tightness in their groins.
No, on the contrary.
Nobody complained, not even his coach. They actually enjoyed sitting back and sighing as they wistfully watched the blond, wavy haired, feminine looking, boy walk around in his thong, while lusting after his sweet looking derrière just hanging out naked like that, begging to be grabbed.
Some even went so far as to give his cheeky behind loving pats and caresses, even pinching it in a friendly manner while congratulating him on for putting forth a good effort, or for even just showing up.
Occasionally, pretending to give him tips on ways to improve his timing or strokes, some of the taller boys, while standing behind him, would lay over his shoulders and take his arms in theirs.
Then, as though by demonstration, they would swing his arms with theirs, in a stroking manner, to show him what they said was a much better, stronger, style of swimming stroke, bound to get him a better time during his next match..
While in that position, though, they would then mold him tightly into their frames so they could squeeze their much larger cocks between the crack of his soft, fleshy cheeks.
Then they would dry-hump him as they continued swinging his arms around and around, making sure he understood what they were trying to teach him.
On other occasions, if the opportunity presented itself, they would even cop a teasing feel of his miniature cock and balls, squeezing and caressing them gently while again complimenting him on some imaginary good work on his part.
And at other times, while giving Steven a hand up out of the pool, they would laughingly give him a hard, playful slap on his ass, while complementing him on his performance.
Later, after practice, they would then go out with their girlfriends and, while making wild, passionate love to them, they would fantasize about screwing the little team slut Stephanie, the sweet little nymphomaniac sissy-boy slut on the swim team.
Finally, after finishing up with practice, Steven hit the showers. It was the last class of the day, and, being a long-distance swimmer, Steve was always one of the last to finish up in the locker room.
As a practice, the coach would always leave one of the exits to the school unlocked and gave Steven the key to lock up as he trusted the boy immensely.
Earlier that day, Steven's best friend, Jim Smith, had asked to meet with him after practice, and as Steven was finishing up, he began wondering just what it was Jim wanted to see him about.
He'd acted very strange in the hallway that morning, refusing to say anything more about it, even though they'd both had a free period then, and so had the time to talk with each other.
Instead, Jim had insisted on waiting until after school, saying it was something he could only show Steven, not talk about. Jim was a member of the team also, but was part of the 100 and 200 meter relay team.
He'd been a key member who helped the school's swim team win the medals in those events, just as Steven was one of the main reasons why the school's swim team won the long-distance events.
The two boys were really as different as night and day, and only became fast friends because of their star status on the team, which they had now shared for the last 2 years.
Being that they did not compete against each other, there was never any friction to upset their, by now, easy going, amiable friendship.
Actually, Jim, during quiet, solitary moments of honest reflection, at times, noticed that he'd begun to feel a twinge in his groin whenever he thought of or glanced at Steven.
He'd begun to see there a kind of prettiness that seemed to make his heart skip a beat and his palms sweat, especially lately, when Steven had started wearing that new swim suit.
Damn, but that boy really looked hot in that thong, Jim thought. I wonder if Steven realizes just why the guys are paying so much attention to his swimming efforts, and why they're giving him all those friendly tips?
Doesn't he know how girlish he looks in that thong, with his big, sexy ass hanging out, and with that hair-style, his walk, and god, it almost looks like he's got tits now! I swear I never noticed those lumps on his chest before. I wonder if he's even noticed them?
God, the way he looks now, I wouldn't mind throwing him a good fuck. He's sure got the body for it.
