You were bullied in school relentlessly for being so slight. No matter how much you lifted weights or worked out, your body just would not bulk up and the bigger guys constantly made fun of you for it. You wanted to play football or basketball or literally ANYTHING to show you were just as good as them, but you just couldn't. You took one big hit in football practice and could barely get out of bed the next day you were so bruised. You didn't tell your parents about the splitting headache, fearing they would make you go to the hospital for a concussion. You just grinned and bore it, until you got to school and all the jocks starting slapping you on the back and commending you for taking such a big hit. With every back slap you cringed. Every one hurt more than the last until you sagged to your knees in the hallway before your next class.
Tanner, the huge, star linebacker, found you on the verge of tears, barely able to move your body hurt so much. He laughed as he came up behind you. "For a second, we thought you might have been tougher than you looked. You shook off that hit I gave you yesterday pretty well. But, here you are now, crying like a girl. Football isn't for you fag. Go hang with the girls where you belong."
He picked you up and flung you over his shoulder to carry you down to this buddies on the football team. They spent what seemed like hours just ridiculing you until you actually did start to cry. Then they ridiculed you more. "Wow, he really is a girl!" They laughed.
They took you to the cheerleaders after school, dragging your little body. "Ask them nicely sissy."
"No! Fuck you!"
Tanner dug his fist right into one of your bruises so hard tears came again and you cried out. "Please make me a pretty girl!"
Everyone laughed. You'd never been so humiliated.
"Of course, sweetie! We'd love to!"
They made you over. Big hair. Lots of makeup. Long nails. And a cute little cheerleader outfit just for you! When they were done, you looked like you belonged on the team, except for the ugly frown you wore.
"Smile, sissy! This is what you asked for."
You wouldn't smile. One of the girls squeezed you balls until you could hardly breathe. "Tanner told you to smile, honey."
You smiled, big and bright like the other girls, while the jocks took pictures of all of you. "That looks about right, sissy," Tanner said. "Much better place for a weak little thing like you than on the football team, isn't it?"
"Fuck you, Tanner."
One of the cheerleaders slapped you hard across the face. "Don't worry, Tanner, we'll take care of her. Time for you to learn some manners, sissy!"
It didn't take them long to break you. You were weak to begin with and beat up from football. If you ever tried to disobey the cheerleaders, they used your pain against you. You soon picked up the manners they were trying to teach you for fear of more pain. Soon, you were walking, talking and thinking like a dumb teenage girl. You felt like shit, but you did it. The girls would never look at you the same again. Somewhere, your mind told you your high school social life was over.
You didn't realize the girls had filmed the whole thing until you got home. You thought of ways you could pass off the way you looked to your parents. Some sort of prank or something. But, when you got home, you saw that your mom had been crying and your dad looked very stern. When they saw you, your mom started crying again.
"Oh my God, it's true!"
You just stood there looking horrified until you saw the TV on behind them. It was paused on a picture of your made up face, smiling like you've never smiled before.
"Mom, no! I can explain!"
"I wish you had just told us earlier," your dad said. "You would have saved your mother and I a great deal of pain. To know that we were repressing you this whole time. I don't think we could feel worse."
"Come here, honey." Your mom ran to you and embraced you. "I'm so sorry you couldn't be yourself all these years. I knew you were small but well...oh I'm so sorry."
You just stood there staring into space. Oh God. This was worse than you thought. They thought you WANTED to be a girl. That this whole time you were just pretending to be a boy for their sakes. No, no, no. This couldn't be happening. If you told them now that it was all a lie, would you break their hearts again? Would they even believe you?
The next day you showed up to school in some of your sister's old clothes and your hair and makeup done up. Your mom insisted you look perfect for your first day Of course, at school you were taunted mercilessly.
"I told you," said Tanner in the hallway. "You were meant to be a girl. Got a name girl?"
You sighed. "Annabelle," you just managed to squeak out, not looking at him.
He slapped you on the ass as he left, he and his friends chuckling. "I look forward to seeing you around, Annabelle."
The longer it went on, the easier it got. It just became your new routine to wake up a few hours before school to make sure you had your hair and makeup and outfit perfect before school. The teasing became less and less as you settled into your new role. You lost all of your guy friends but you gained a lot of new girl friends that helped to teach you more about being a teenage girl. Soon, you had no more time for football or silly things like that. Your new friends took up most of your time at the mall or the movies or having slumber parties, all fulling encouraged by your mother. She was so happy, and seeing the smile on her face everyday...you couldn't break her heart like that.
You started your senior year with a new motto, one which you wore plastered all over your new shirt. Your arrival at school on the first day was met with whistles and cat calls. You smiled. It was the kind thing to do. Looking like you did, the football team made sure to hold you to your new motto, making sure you knew how UNKIND it was to deny them blowjobs before and after every game.