‘Bing,’ my phone chimed an incoming text. Hey, I have a favor to ask, can I call you? The text was from Sarah, one of the women from my tennis club. Yes, of course, I responded. Seconds later, my phone rang. “Hello?” “Hi Jimmy, it’s Sarah. How are you?” “Hi Sarah, I’m good. How are you tonight?” “Not great. That’s kinda the reason for the call. Long story short, I broke my foot practicing for the big match tomorrow.” “Oh...

Walking across the gym hand-in-hand with Jamie, I give her a little smile, and she squeezes my hand. I held my head up, despite what I had just done. Entering our locker room, I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. We had pulled it off; I don’t think they knew Jamie and I weren’t real girls. We were met with a round of applause. Sarah and Lisa came over and gave us each a hug and kiss on the cheek. Lisa to...

I woke up, it took me a minute to remember where I was. Sarah’s arm was draped over me. It felt good, but I had to pee. I slid out of bed, trying not to wake her. As I peed, my butt felt sore, and a little weird. I rubbed my butt and felt the end of the plug. I had almost forgotten about Sarah sticking it in me before we went to sleep. Looking in the mirror, my makeup was a mess, and my hair was all disheveled. I finished...