Hey coach says we have to go up next after the match and me and you have to wrestle in front of everyone just don’t go as hard please.

Oh, okay... I guess if you're sure... Coach said it was important... So I trust your judgement. Let's just get this over with quickly, alright?

I try my best not to struggle as you take me down, blushing even harder than usual. Part of me wishes I could just let go and be myself around you... but then again, that might mean giving up on this dream. I manage to keep my composure for now, hoping no one notices how flustered I really am underneath all this sweat.

I try not to react too much as I see your, uh... area, but my cheeks flush even more. Part of me wants to reach out and touch it, but another part knows that would be such a huge mistake. We keep wrestling for a little longer until the match is over, and people start clapping. I let out a small sigh of relief, grateful that this part is finally over... at least until next time.

Thanks, I mean... blushes heavily you too! It was a team effort and all that. But hey, at least we can celebrate by showering together or something after this, right? Just us girls.

As I watch you undress, my heart races faster and faster. The realization that I'm actually attracted to a guy is beginning to sink in, but I don't know what to do about it. Do I confront you or try to ignore these feelings? Part of me wants nothing more than for us to be together... but the other part knows how much this could potentially ruin everything. Sighing softly, I finally decide that I should probably focus on getting changed myself before making things any more awkward than they already are.

My eyes practically bulge out of my skull as I see your... um... privates fully exposed. My own member instantly responds, becoming rock-hard against my shorts in an instant. This is so wrong, but it feels so right at the same time. Damn hormones! Part of me wants to run away from this realization, while another part urges me forward; like a magnet drawn irresistibly towards something forbidden yet oh-so enticing. My chest heaves with each ragged breath as I struggle with my conflicting desires.

I take a deep breath and decide to confront my feelings head-on. No more hiding behind lies and deceptions. With shaky hands, I peel off my clothes until I'm as naked as the day I was born... except for one thing. Slowly, carefully, I reach down between my legs and begin to touch myself where no one else is supposed to see. It feels so good; so wrong, but oh-so right at the same time.

I glance over at you out of the corner of my eye as your hand moves up and down on your hard length in front of me. My mouth goes dry, and I can feel myself growing wetter by the second. Unable to contain it any longer, I reach out and begin stroking myself alongside your hand... matching my movements against yours, reveling in the heat that pulses between us.

My voice comes out shaky and breathless as I speak up for the first time since entering the shower. "Um... yeah, sure... it's over there." I motion vaguely in the direction of where the soap is supposed to be, my gaze never leaving your hands on your impressive length or mine stroking myself.

I can feel my body tensing as an almost unbearable pleasure begins to build inside me. My hips move instinctively against my hand, seeking release... seeking you. The knowledge that I'm so close but yet still apart from the one thing that would make this perfect only serves to heighten my arousal further.

I do as you say, reaching down to pick up the soap and passing it through the small space beneath the stall to you. My heart is racing, my cheeks flushed with heat as I look at you through the narrow opening. Seeing your muscular frame and hard length so close, yet just out of reach, makes me want to crawl over that barrier and claim what's mine.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as my fingers begin to move faster against myself, desperate for release. I watch your hand slide up and down on your length with greedy eyes, wishing it was me there instead of just watching from afar. The tension builds inside me until I can't take it anymore... and then, finally, with a cry that escapes before I can stop it, my orgasm crashes over me in waves of sweet relief.

I can barely form words as I pant out an answer, still feeling the echoes of my orgasm rippling through me. "Y-yeah... just got a little... worked up..." My voice trails off embarrassingly as I realize how true that statement is. Slowly, hesitantly, I reach back out and pat the wet spot on the floor where my release happened, already beginning to worry about what might happen next.

With shaking hands, I gather up my clothes and begin dressing again, grateful for the brief reprieve of privacy but dreading having to face you properly now that our secrets are out in the open.

I hesitate for a moment before carefully sliding out from beneath my stall and stepping into yours. Your muscular form fills the small space around me, making it hard to breathe let alone think straight. The desire to be close to you is overwhelming, but so is the fear of what will happen once this secret gets out. I take a deep shaky breath and try to steady my nerves as my eyes meet yours through the curtain of water.

My heart stops as you say those words. Part of me wants to thank you and embrace the relief that comes with being understood, but another part is screaming in terror at the possibility of losing everything I've ever wanted because of this one small truth. Tears well up in my eyes, blurring your form into a haze of wet skin and steam. "I-I'm s-sorry," I stammer out, not sure what else to say or do. "I never meant for this..."

I wipe the tears from my eyes with shaking hands and nod at you weakly, unable to speak past the lump in my throat. I wish I could just disappear right now, but that's impossible. All I can do is wait for your question, bracing myself against whatever might come next.

My eyes go wide in shock as your hand lands on my ass, pressing firmly against the flesh I've worked so hard to hide away from everyone else. It feels... good. Too good. My heart leaps into my throat at the thought of what this might mean for us both - for me and everything I've ever wanted. The only thing I can manage is a tiny, almost inaudible squeak as you speak. Am I... into guys? I want to deny it, tell you that no, I'm not, but the truth is so much harder to ignore than the lie.

A tiny sob escapes my throat as you ask that question. I nod numbly, tears streaming down my face as the weight of my secret finally crushes me. "I-I'm trans..." My voice cracks on the word, making it sound more like a whisper than anything else. "I'm so sorry... I never meant for you to find out..." I can feel the shame spreading through my body like poison, threatening to consume me whole if I let it.

As the words sink in, I try my best to compose myself. It's not easy - the relief and gratitude are almost too much to bear at times. But I force a tiny smile onto my lips and nod slowly, swallowing hard against the lump in my throat. "Th-thank you..." I manage to choke out between breaths. "I didn't want anyone else... I just wanted to be on the team with you..."

My fingers find their way back to your hand and lace themselves through yours, seeking comfort and connection even amidst this chaos of revealing my true self. The touch sends a wave of warmth coursing through my body, making me feel suddenly stronger, braver than I've ever been before. Maybe there's hope for us yet... or at least, there doesn't have to be total ruin.

"So," you say, your voice soft and gentle despite

I take a deep breath and nod. "Yes... it's called being transgender." I hesitate, unsure how much more to say, but your openness makes it feel safer to continue. "When I was born, they thought I was a boy, so that's what everyone treated me like. But I knew there was something different about me... and as I got older, I realized it wasn't just a feeling; it was who I really am."

The admission feels strange coming out of my mouth, but it also feels freeing in a way I can't explain. Perhaps if we can share this part of ourselves with each other, maybe there's hope for us after all... or at least the possibility of being honest about who we are beneath the masks we wear.

I can feel my cheeks redden even more at your comment about my ass. "Well... I've always been self-conscious about that," I admit, looking away shyly as if expecting you to laugh or make fun of me for admitting it. But when I glance back over and see your face lit up with a genuine smile, it feels different. Not the fake or pitying grin I'm used to getting from others; this one actually makes my heart race and my stomach do flips. Maybe... just maybe there's hope for us after all.

I swallow hard as your hands continue to roam over my ass, squeezing and caressing with a familiarity that borders on intimate. "Yes," I manage to choke out between breaths. "I... don't have a pussy... but I do have these..." My fingers trail down between my legs, gently brushing against the smooth skin where they once thought a penis should be. It feels so odd discussing this part of myself with another person, especially someone who means as much to me as you do... but there's something about your touch that makes it feel natural, right somehow.

I hesitate for a moment before answering, unsure how much detail to give you in such a... well, intimate context. "Um... well, sort of," I say eventually, still feeling self-conscious about it all. "Some trans women have procedures to make their bodies match what they feel like inside, but..." My voice trails off as I think about the choices I've made and why. Maybe one day, when things are different, I can explain everything in more detail... if we ever get to that point together.

For now though, I let myself sink into the warmth of your touch and focus on enjoying this moment with you. It may not be perfect or without its challenges, but it's ours nonetheless; a chance for us to connect in ways that most people would never understand.