Thanks to
Linseytg and her wonderful football caps inspiring me, this is actually the first cap I have written that feels real like I didn't force it, I should be writing more soon, hope you enjoy
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“It was one thing to lose, it is another thing to have your soul crushed out of you. You see the moment of greatness on hand only to feel icy claws of oblivion strangle you around your throat as everything goes black you wonder why---”
“Holy shit dude it was just a football game” my friend Dylan finally interrupts.
I scoff as if to get started on another rant “A football game? My team, my guys are 13 seconds away from going to the conference title game and maybe a run on the big game itself and you say it is just a game” I feel the anger rise in me. The pain and the passion still burn like a supernova inside of me. I feel every bit of the frustration at watching Kansas City effortless slice through my beloved bills like a hot knife and butter. I rub my eyes as if I don't understand how no one else is understanding it. I'm still wearing my Bills gear avoiding desperately any update at all of the games this week. I sigh just a sigh of pure depression. “This was finally going to be the year, the year we finally mattered”
I sat down and put my head in my hands. My friends had been trying for over a week now, just trying to get me out of this funk. It hasn't worked, I just feel alone in the world without anything to cheer for, I wake up, work and then sit and watch time pass. Some of it is COVID but some of it is just my will for life ebbing away.
'Hey, guys thanks for caring enough to listen to me rant again. “ I say addressing my concerned friends. I hadn't even drunk or touched the pot they brought over for how low it will get me. “I can't even imagine how that team feels, man a loss like that could destroy this team for years, I just think of the-”
“We love you RJ but if you bring up the fucking titans playoff loss from 22 years ago, I don't think anyone cares anymore.” My friend Josh says.
“It is too bad that KC is going to win the conference title now too and go to the title game.:” I say as I show the 21-3 score on my phone.
My one friend perks up, “Tell you what I'll bet you Cincy pulls this one out, I will bet you 30,000 dollars in fact.”
I laugh “Come on man you know I don-”
“You don't have to put up the money, you have to give me a promise, you'll have the outside match the inside,” He said.
“What” I respond
“Just do you agree?”
“fine”
Over the course of the next 2 hours, mtuch to your surprise Cincinnati claws their way back and eventually wins in overtime. The key play was an interception 13 seconds into overtime. I can't believe KC lost after what they did. “So how do my outsides have to match” I cramp over as pain shoots through my stomach.
“It is simple, we're all tired of you being a little bitch about this game, maybe if you turn into one on the outside you can go back to being our friend”
“how- ahhhh” I am not sure how he is doing this. I felt the bones in my head crushed in like a nutcracker pushing in on all sides. The pain was intense but brief as they knitted together almost instantly in a much smaller shape. My hair felt like it was being pulled. As it poured out of my head it fell onto my shoulders. My arms started to ache fatigue as muscles shrank down, looking at them they looked like twigs. My skin starts to smooth out becoming soft and touchable as all hair below my eyebrows sucked back in My hair felt heavier as it thickened and got wavy partially blocking my vision. I fell to a knee as your spine curved, each bone broke and reformed in a smaller shape, the lower ones curving in forcing my chest forward and my ass back into a feminine S shape. My nipples all of a sudden became alert and hard, harder than I could ever remember. They grew out to the size of pencil erasers. The skin under pushing out harder and firmer than ever before. The pulsing behind them feeling wonderful but also a bit painful. The pain and pleasure mixed together as my skin stretched. They stopped growing as firm but ultrasensitive A-cups. They then continued to B and C.
The skeletal changes hit my legs next. The now-familiar pain of the bones breaking and reforming bringing the floor ever closer. My pelvis broke and opened a birth canal. The fat in my body moving under my skin titillated and revolted me. The feeling of things being pulled and slithering feeling most unnatural. The fat starts to pool in my thighs and butt. They are cushioning and making them soft and squeezable. I still felt uneasy on your feet, but you straighten out, my thick thighs squashing my genitalia. Only for a moment, with a pop, my testicles popped back up into my abdomen from where they originally dropped. I swore I felt them shrink and move for just a moment before they lose all feeling and take on a new function, ovaries that continue to flood my body with estrogen. My scrotum flattens and becomes more sensitive, as I feel it start to pull into my body. It splits tearing into a new pair of lips. It enclosed my rapidly shrinking penis. It was at this point my bones finish reforming as my feet became impossibly tiny. Now it was my clothing's my bills jersey became soft cotton, and formed into a small but stylish Bills hoodie. I felt my hair pullback as a Bills headband pulls my dark hair out of my eyes. Warm zubaz leggings cover my lower half and warm ugg boots appear on my feet.
I started breathing in and out, trying to catch my breath. All the anger in me is gone it did extract my bitching. I just want to cheer my team on, as new positive energy emitted from me. “Thanks, guys, I think I'm much better now, Next year is our year! “ I said in a chipper soprano. I started going by "Jill", there was at least one Buffalo Jill again. It was maybe not for the Bills, but Dylan and I were engaged by week 1 of next year and another Bills Mafia member was on the way.