Coach doesn’t mind when people want to authentically express themselves with who they are deep down – but sometimes people become as they are because of the cliques they fall into or other non-true reasons. Such was the case with Stevie.
Even though I have files to be more of a punk, and even as he showed up complete in Mohawk and painted nails, he confessed to me that wasn’t really what he wanted. What he wanted was to be one of my dumb jocks.

Are you sure this is what you want?

“I’m sure, Coach. Thinking all the time about things like identity and the gender spectrum has left me completely exhausted. I’ve secretly always enjoyed watching sports, but have always been mocked by my friends for it. Now that I’ve left them behind for college, I’m ready to try something new. I don’t want to stop respecting people’s preferences, but I want it to just be simple and not something I argue with people about. Can you help me transform, Coach?”Of course, Stevie. Why don’t you go ahead and start to rub your dick nice and slow for Me…

…and as you do, we’ll take you down into a nice deep trance.

It didn’t take long for Stevie’s underwear to fully come off as his eyes became nice and heavy, soon fluttering as he stroked. Every stroke was now helping him to think less and less as he just became so nice and simple for Me. Simply focused on being one of the bros. Simply loving sports. Simply loving working out. Simply loving to be a good boy for Coach. The more he stroked, the more he felt himself becoming that horny dumb jock who loved to think first and foremost with his dick.

As he stared at his dick, he found it easy to envision the type of jock he wanted to be -and the type of jock he longed to be with. Deep down, the reason he had always enjoyed watching sports was because he loved seeing those players in uniform. It was all making so much sense to him now. He never had the chance to play sports as a kid, but he knew now that he was going to work his ass off in My practices and take what he had learned from watching games out onto the field. By the time he was left cumming for Coach, the old – and fake – Stevie was gone.

——————Some months later…. ——————
Steve, as he was now known, had become one of the star players on the team. He also was looking more the part, with fashionably shaggy hair and a more clean-cut look overall.

Most importantly, he was so much happier as a dumb jock than as a punk. You don’t often think of being peer pressured to be an outcast, but sometimes a youth goes wherever first accepts them.
It’s a shame his small status kept him from sports earlier, but now he had grown some nice lean muscle. He also got to enjoy chatting sports with the guys and often laid in bed watching the game with his new boyfriend. Dakota was an honors student that loved having a dumb jock for a boyfriend when it came to sex, but sometimes was bored when Steve couldn’t keep up with intellectual conversations. “Are we really just gonna watch sports again?” he thought.