Posted Mon Jan 11, 2016 | 221 Words | Tagged story footie

You bought the football top off one of those dodgy looking websites. It was cheap enough, and would look good for it’s purpose of dressing up with. You weren’t really into football at all, never mind even to play it. Sure the players were quite fit but that was about it.

It arrived fairly quickly and you decided to try it on. Strangely giving it a smell proved why it was so cheap, it wasn’t brand new like you thought. All you could smell was the sweat of whoever last used it. It was a strong shirt and it looked like it could have been very expensive.

But you didn’t want to take it off. Something felt right about this. You felt conflicted in your mind, but it was easier just to let that go. Whatever was happening was feeling so good.

You feel your legs lengthen and the muscles working, expanding with each movement. Your thighs getting nice and strong. Those legs built for kicking footballs around. Your body keeping up, feeling the strain on your clothes where some bits are loose but others tight.

As you feel your shorts ripping, they stitch back together into proper training shorts. Your mind accepting this is what you are, what you do. You are a footie player and you’ve got practice tomorrow.