The whistle echoed around the hall, two long blasts signalling the end of the match.

I leaned forward, hands on my knees, panting to get my breath back after the hard-fought match-point. My shorts pulled tight over my ass and I bit my lip to hold in the moan stirred up in my throat as the euphoria of victory blended with the arousal burning in my over-sensitive pussy.

When the mysterious fem-virus had me bedridden for weeks, writhing feverishly as the tall, toned body I had worked so hard to maintain slowly morphed into the body of a curvy minx, I had sworn to myself that I would not let this setback thwart my passion for volleyball.

The girls team were only too happy to take on a player of my caliber when I returned to school. My hot new body was lithe and quick, perfect for the quick spikes that had always been my forte. Now, after just a few months of being a girl, here we were on the center court with the inter-school cup finally in our hands. I felt more alive than ever before.

I flashed a smirk at the boys from my old team as I straightened up suddenly and caught them staring wide-eyed in my direction from the stands. I knew they had been staring at me the whole game, and I loved it.

That was the best thing about this new body. The first time I noticed their furtive glances, my male mind had been weirded out. I’d been a boy, right? The idea of another dude eying me up that way was so wrong. But I hadn’t been able to suppress the little shiver that tingled inside my fully female body in response to their obvious arousal.

It turned out my transformation had only been the beginning. My newly female body began to undergo an accelerated puberty to catch-up with my peers, each day bringing new changes. My hormones were all over the place, and it wasn’t wasn’t long before I began to encourage their ogling. An extra shirt button left undone to show off the cleavage of my rapidly swelling tits, or perhaps swapping my old boy’s trousers for a high riding skirt that barely covered my juicy ass.

That sudden hush from a huddle of hot boys as I approached with hips swaying down the corridor conjured an almost physical thrill of pleasure inside my belly that I quickly became addicted to. Their eyes ate me up while I sauntered past them and I felt so hawt and confident. On the court, gym shorts a size or two too small almost guaranteed attention from all the guys competing in the tournament as we fought our way to the top.

When I had first transformed, I had thought there would be only one silver lining. That wet dream of all boys: the girl’s changing room. But, now that I was there, rather than ogling my new teammates, the very girls that I had once crushed on as a guy, my imagination raced instead with fantasies of the guys on my old team. Only closing my eyes and pretending that the naughty dildo I had acquired online was one of their cocks buried inside me was able to excite me as I experimented alone with the pleasures of my new sex.

As my breasts filled out to their final melon-size, the memories of my former life as a guy were quickly fading to a half-forgotten dream. My new life as a sexy, nympho-athlete had only just begun. It had only been a matter of time until the dual stimulation of athletic success and steadily building lust of my accelerated puberty boiled over. On the evening of our victory, I finally cornered my former captain in the classroom after hours.

“Mmm. Nice shot, captain.” I let go of his swollen penis and looked up at the disbelieving face of my former comrade. I breathed deeply, his musky scent addling my brain as his seed dripped between my slender fingers. I knew I needed him inside me.

“How about we change sides?”