Published: Dec 4, 2024

My one-hundred and seventy-fourth caption, featuring someone who just wants to run a lot!

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When Charlie LaRue was diagnosed with Sudden Onset Genetic Degeneration, a rare and debilitating condition in his last year of middle school, there was only one choice open to him and his family as far as treatments went. It was a new, highly-experimental form of gene therapy that would completely alter his genetic makeup, effectively overriding his damaged genome and healing him of his ailment. The only catch was that there would be “side effects”, as his parents explained to him at the time. Unfortunately, in order for the procedure to remain stable, he’d have to undergo a sex change, effectively erasing his old identity. Charlie obviously didn’t want that, desiring to keep his masculinity, but in the end he didn’t really have a choice in the matter.

A year of pain, change, and physical therapy later, Charlie, fully healed and having had their name changed to Charlotte, returned to in-person education. Now a Freshman in high school, it didn’t take long until she became the talk of the whole school. This was due mostly in part to her unusual “mutation”, as the doctors called it. Two “cat ears” had formed on her head during the latter months of the treatment, fully-functional despite the normal ones still present on the side of her head. This drew both positive and negative attention from those around her, usually an odd mixture of people who thought she was either just wearing fake ears, those who found her very “cute”, and some even labeled her as a freak, some kind of “experiment” or “creature” to be avoided.

Charlotte disliked all these forms of attention, wanting nothing more than for things to go back to normal so she could lead her own life again. She didn’t even have her old friends to confide in anymore, since she had never told them who she used to be, and their “newfound” lust for her was very off-putting. So, she did the only thing that brought her any feeling of normalcy anymore: she began running. When Charlotte had still been Charlie, his friends called him “Speedy” due to how fast he could run. If the treatment had come with any upsides, it was that her new form was far lighter and more nimble. A run that would have left her panting and out of breath as a man barely even caused her to sweat, her heartbeat remaining steady even after a two-mile run in the woods.

So, Charlotte trained every day to improve her running skills, even moving on to other activities such as vaulting, parallel bars, rings, and other various gymnastic skills. Though she maintained her cold, serious exterior, she eventually got to know some girls who were into the same activities as her, growing a small group of friends that didn’t obsess over her ears. As a former man, it took her a long time to accept that girls were treating her as an equal, but she eventually came to accept it, and they became her best friends.

Charlotte eventually found herself growing closer than friends to one of them, a girl named Violet. Violet was actually an outsider to her new group of friends, not one of the athletic girls, but one Charlotte had met in one of her classes. Violet was a shy, booksmart girl that preferred to keep to herself much like Charlotte did before. The two girls began to hit it off their senior year, and it didn’t take long before they started dating, even going to prom together. Charlotte’s friends were very supportive of the pair, especially given how it gave her a break from her constant training and improved Charlotte’s outlook on life.

After graduating high school, she wasted no time getting married to her high school sweetheart, of which their families and friends had attended. After going to many competitions and winning just as many, Charlotte eventually got scouted to join the Olympic games. Though the prospect terrified the socially-reluctant girl with cat ears, Violet was very supportive of her strong, athletic wife.

Once overseas, Charlotte was quickly swarmed by journalists, news anchors, and countless people asking about her ears and past rather than her athletic abilities. She was scared that she was going to implode, shrink into an unresponsive ball and shrivel away, but luckily for her Violet was there with her every step of the way, cheering her on and always waiting on the sidelines with a towel, bottle of water, and a quick kiss. As Charlotte stood on the track, waiting to jump off the line, she could clearly hear the many wolf whistles echoing from the crowd. So many of them still viewed her as eye candy, but she was more than determined to prove her skill. Unfortunately, willing still wouldn’t keep the denizens of the internet from making endless lists of lewd “fanart” of her though…