Having 10/10 thighs is great until you realize that you are always going to have them on display.

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At the beginning of high school I reluctantly became the sixth player of my friend’s volleyball team. She’d been desperate to make one ever since she got obsessed with that volleyball anime, but was only able to find four other girls who wanted to join. So she finally turned to using her powers as a witch, and asked if I could do her a huge favor to help her out…

I should have been thinking that—obviously—the plan would only work out if my life was altered, so that I had always been a girl like this. And I didn't think that I would have to get used to literally every aspect of my life as a girl, not just at school and at practice. And just when I thought I could deal with that, after I questioned her enough, she told me that I was stuck like this for a full four years!

As for the changes, some of them were frankly unnecessary. It's like she just took her idea of what the perfect player would be like, and turned me into that. But the thing is, I can’t know for sure if that's what she wanted—I’ve heard that a novice witch’s magic can be imprecise, and of course she denies doing anything extra.

I remember she geeked out as soon as she saw me. I was given a fit, very attractive figure, with muscle in all the right places. My body had an instant appeal, one that shocked me the first time I saw it in the mirror. Just standing there, I could feel the restlessness and energy all over my body. I was even ready to get excited—until I realized the tight feeling in my butt and chest, and my mind was suddenly brought back down to earth.

The most excessive thing, though, was my huge chest—it’s really way bigger than what any volleyball player needs to have. It gets in the way every time I have to bump the ball, and makes way too much of a bounce whenever I jump. The skimpy uniform only accentuates its form, and it makes me feel so naked with the way it shows my bare arms and legs. Whenever we have a game, I can feel all of the eyes on me, especially the boys—and I don't think it's because I happen to be the best player on the team.

I’m still attracted to girls just as much as before, and when I’m not thinking about my own body I keep getting distracted by the others. I can’t let them know that it’s the real reason why I’m so flustered all the time. They think it’s cute, and that it’s really part of my personality—though at this point, that might as well be true.

Anyways, I was apparently good enough at the sport, I was even told that I might be able to go pro—and now all of a sudden my friend is begging me to see it through! I thought she was the one who wanted to play so bad! But secretly, whenever I see myself, whether in a picture, or in the mirror—I can’t imagine that girl doing anything else. It almost seems better than trying to figure out something myself—though it’s not like I actually want to do it!

I never played a team sport before, so I’m not sure if it’s normal, but once each game starts, I can’t help but get super into it. I just wish that I didn’t have to be so embarrassed and self-conscious anymore—because maybe then I could enjoy it for what it is and have fun playing a cool sport with my friends.