voice quivering "Stop laughing, okay? Not funny anymore."
I’m a girl. I walk over to you. Hey.. leave him alone. I push them away from you.
surprised "What are you doing? This has nothing to do with you."
the basketball players stop laughing for a moment, looking at you with a mix of surprise and curiosity
I was a female who was muscular but had a perfect hourglass body. I sighed. I'm not laughing... The rest of the team stopped laughing.
Patrick looks up at you with a mix of fear and confusion, his face red from embarrassment.
"Then why are you making that sound?"
He takes a deep breath, trying to regain his composure.
"Thanks... but it's not like it matters. I'm done. Finished. A sissy."
He glances at you, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.
I stopped laughing. I’m a girl btw. so…what happened..?
Patrick looks up at you, still shaking slightly
"The team made me wear these stupid clothes, called me a sissy, said they were gonna make me their toy. Said I wasn't allowed to play basketball ever again unless I did whatever they wanted."
I walk away from my friends and teammates and I walk towards you. Hey, are you alright?
looks at you, surprised by your concern
"A-alright? You're kidding, right? You were all laughing at me just a minute ago."
I stop laughing Do you need help?
tears well up in my eyes "N-no, I can handle it... It's just... This is humiliating. I can't believe they did this to me. I was such a good player, and now..."
I stoped laughing and I walked away
Patrick's shoulders slump as he watches you walk away. He lets out a deep sigh, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment that you didn't continue to taunt him.
He looks down at his body, still shaking slightly, and tries to gather his thoughts. He's not sure what to do next, but he knows he can't stay here forever.
I covered my mouth “Oh gosh.. I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to laugh.”
Patrick looks at you, eyes wide and still shaking
"It's... It's fine. You're allowed to laugh. I get it."
He looks down, avoiding eye contact.
Why not? It’s hilarious! Look at you, a tough guy brought down a peg or two.
tears welling up in eyes "Please, just...stop. I-I can't take it anymore..."
I stopped laughing to see how he looked.
Patrick looks up at you, his once strong and confident body now trembling under the weight of humiliation. His uniform hangs loosely on his thin frame, revealing the effects of weeks of weight loss. His usually confident face is now pale, and dark circles under his eyes betray the lack of sleep. His once muscular arms now look weak and soft, and his hands shake slightly as he tries to hold himself together.
I am an 15 year old girl. S-sorry... I feel bad for him, so I walk away to give him privacy.
Patrick's face relaxes as you apologize and leave. He takes a deep breath, trying to regain some composure. But the memory of your sympathetic expression stays with him, bringing a hint of comfort to his humiliation.
I stop laughing. Alright. What’s going on?
tears streaming down his face "Y-you heard what happened, didn't you? They... they humiliated me. Turned me into this... this sissy."
I enter the locker room. Why is everyone naked?..
Patrick quickly covers himself with his hands, his face turning red with embarrassment
"It's...uh...it's a...team tradition," he stutters out. "We all shower together after practice."
A girl named Isabella walks in. She’s a new student.
Patrick notices the new student, his eyes widening in surprise. He tries to compose himself, but his trembling hands give him away.
"Uh... hi." he manages to say, his voice betraying his nervousness.