The beautiful game - Remastered 07

Chapter 7 – A star is born

Six days later and the day Milos had been dreading had arrived. Wearing a tight pink dress that exposing his shoulders and strained to contain the breast forms stuck to his ever-expanding chest, Milos sat on the living room sofa in deep thought.

Having just arranged, not for the first time, the hem of his short dress that slid around the top of his shapely legs, threatening at any moment to expose his silky pink thong, Milos straightened the tops of his thigh-high boots, making sure to tie the knots tightly behind each leg to avoid them slipping down his shiny nylon covered legs.

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For the last week, Milos had been given a crash course on how to be the perfect model, told that everything about with appearance and attitude would need to be immaculate if he was to avoid being outed as a man in front of the camera.

For days it felt as though he had done nothing else as he was shown how to stand and sit in a variety of girly poses, how to angle his head and body, what to push out and what to suck in, and where to place his hands.

He had endured another makeover session at the hands of the girls, where another layer of fake tan had been slathered on and his eyebrows had been shaped and arched, to his dismay, to look even more feminine.

But if that wasn’t bad enough, telling him that the camera would see things the human eye wouldn’t, he was taken once more to have a little work done on his face. He still hadn’t gotten used to the changes caused by the first trip, but with the addition of a new shot of collagen in each lip to accompany the fillers in his cheeks and around his eyes, Milos hardly recognised himself.

Seeing himself for the first time, the results were scary as he reached up and poked his plump top lip with a long acrylic nail. It felt firm and completely numb like the rest of his face. The knowledge that the feeling to his face would return soon and that his lips would soften up over the next few days, gave Milos little comfort as he worried how he was ever going to get back to his old life when this was all over with the lips of an adult film star.

Back in the living room, Milos looked surprised to see Coach standing over him. Daydreaming away hadn't heard the door or Sonja letting him in. “You look… erm… nice”, Dejan said looking a little uncomfortable.

“Thank you”, Milos replied sheepishly getting to his high heeled feet, “shall we go”?

“Err... sure, after you”, Dejan said stepping to the side as Milos sashayed past on his tall boots. He tried not to look but couldn’t help glancing down, instantly becoming memorised by Milos’ long blonde hair bobbing up and down just above his plump backside swaying from side to side as he crossed the room like a runway model.

Stopping in the doorway, Milos turned to look back, flicking his long hair over his shoulder in a seductive way. Seeing Coach still standing in the middle of the room and pursed his thick glossy lips into a pout, “are you coming or what”? he said sounding slightly annoyed but looking awfully cute.

“Err…yeah… sorry, I was just distracted for a sec.... ah never mind, I'm coming”, Dejan replied, embarrassed to have been caught looking and suddenly wondering if Milos’ lips had always been so large.

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The drive to the studio was an awkward one as the pair sat in almost complete silence, neither wanting to approach the moment in the bedroom a week earlier and glad the radio was playing to break the tension slightly.

After arrived at their destination, on the other side of the city, Dejan was shown into a room where he could wait, with Milos taken away to have his hair and makeup styled. He was introduced to two women; one there to prepare him for the photoshoot, and the other to interview him.

Once changed into the robe provided, the women wasted no time getting to work with the makeup artist trying different coloured foundation on his face as the interviewer wasting no time chit-chatting, asking him a tough question about his childhood straight off the bat.

Having discussed what to say at length with Coach, they had decided it best to just tell the truth. The truth was easier to remember and would sound more genuine and sincere, Milos just had to remember to use feminine pronouns and not slip up, calling himself Milos instead of Milena.

Having heard his story, the two women seemed genuinely shocked to learn of his tough upbringing in the orphanage, with the makeup artist even stopping briefly to pat him on the shoulder and tell him how brave he was.

He had laid it all out there telling them about the daily intimidation and bullying, how he had never felt safe or had anyone to rely on, that is until he had met Coach who had given him a home at the Tigers and saved him from a life on the streets. The woman lapped it up, calling Milos an inspiration and praising Coach for his kindness.

While the makeup artist applied long thick fake lashes over his already extended lashes, Milos was asked what his goal-scoring secret was. He explained that he had spent most of his time growing up outside in an effort to escape his depressing existence and it was on the streets that he had started hanging out with some older boys who were always playing football. 

Being shorter and weaker than the other boys had meant he couldn’t out muscle them, but instead, he learnt to become really skilled at controlling the ball and shooting from range. Milos also went on to talk about training and working with Coach on a daily basis had how he had helped to hone his skills and become a more tactically minded player.

The woman interviewing him, seemed really pleased with his answers, telling him the readers were going to love his story and his special connection with Coach. Milos wasn't sure what she'd meant but with his hair and makeup done and the interview over, it was on to the wardrobe department with very little time to dwell on the comment.

entering the changing Milos hadn’t really known what to expect, having never been in a situation like that before, however, whatever image he previously had in his mind, couldn’t have prepared him for the outfit that awaited him, almost choking as he eyed the masses of fabric that was to be his outfit for the shoot. 

Even after wearing tight mini-dresses and tiny miniskirts exclusively for months, the dress in front of him just screamed girly girl, making him want to turn around and run from the room.

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With a bright light shining straight in his face, a camera flashing, and a man barking orders at him, Milos felt completely out of his comfort zone and quite frankly a bit ridiculous as the shoot got underway.

Worse still when he was given a football and was told to do some tricks, normally an easy task for a player as skilled as him, but in his pink prom dress with its huge poufy skirt, that was easier said than done. He could hardly breathe in the tight restrictive gown and with the skirt of the dress flaring out from his tiny waist swallowing his legs in its soft fluffy material, he couldn’t see his feet never mind the ball.

The heavy dress looked like something straight out of a gipsy wedding. The top part was extremely low cut and thanks to the back of the dress fastening in a corset-like fashion, his puffy chest, free from his breast forms after the makeup artist removed them, had been forced upwards to look disturbingly like a very real pair of breasts.

Feeling like a complete sissy with Coach watching on from the corner of the room with his arms folded across his chest, Milos tried for a third time to give the photographer what he wanted. 

They really wanted an action shot for the cover, a picture of Milos kicking the ball, an almost impossible task thanks to the ridiculously tall platform pumps strapped to his feet. 

The shoes would have been bad enough by themselves, being difficult to stand in and almost impossible to walk on, but with his vision also obscured by the giant layers of his skirt, it was no wonder he had already missed the ball twice.

But third time was a charm for Milos as he made clean contact with the ball, sending it flying across the studio eliciting a loud cheer and a round of applause from everyone looking on.

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As the editor watched the slightly awkward looking girl hobbling from the stage on her monster heels, he couldn’t help but feel intrigued. She was vastly different from how he had imagined her to be, coming across as very humble and surprisingly timid, vastly different from the usual fame-hungry whores that graced his studio.

As Milos disappear from the room in his giant rustling gown, the editor smiled. The magazine had been following the Tigers throughout their up and down season and recently all anyone could talk about was their new star player Milena Ivanovic, who had come out of nowhere and in half a season already smashed the league's all-time record for goals, he just knew the article was going to gain a lot of traction.

Her image of being a party girl and the fact she wasn’t shy to show off her body was great for directing people towards their site but now having met her and heard the story of her childhood and how she had been saved by her football coach, he knew he had the makings of a great story on his hands.

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The online article came out a few days later and as an angry and jealous Sonja stared at the pictures of Milos in his prissy pink gown and read through the positive comments accompanying them she felt like screaming.

Her dream had always been to become famous and craved, more than anything, the celebrity lifestyle Milos was well on his way to achieving. Once again, in her mind, he had stolen it from her as she should have been the one out on the pitch every weekend, scoring goals as the crowd chanted her name. 

Instead, she was still going through rehabilitation and physiotherapy, only recently starting to run again. Not being able to train had also caused her to put on a lot of weight over the last few months and paired with the nasty scar running down her previously beautiful legs, she once again vowed to get her revenge.

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As expected the response to the article was overwhelmingly positive. Milena Ivanovic was now the talk of the town as photographers and her growing number of fans, camped outside the apartment and the Tiger's training ground, just on the off chance of getting a glimpse of her as she left.

Local businesses wanted Milena to endorse their products as the phone was suddenly inundated with an overwhelming number of calls, all inviting Milena to do a radio interview or a photoshoot. 

The strange thing was, instead of hating the attention, Milos was actually starting to enjoy it. All his life, he had been ignored, everyone treating him like a piece of garbage or someone to be pitied. Suddenly, everyone was saying hello to him and actually wanted to talk to him and get to know him.

He of course knew it was Milena and not Milos they all wanted to talk to, but that didn’t sour things too much as he enjoyed the attention, even if he still worried that people were going to eventually discover his true identity, often imagining the scandal that would occur if anyone ever discovered that their new idol was actually a boy being forced to live her life.

Not wanting to ruffle any feathers, Dejan agreed to all the interviews and photoshoot, which meant, over the next few weeks, Milos became incredibly busy, trying to juggle his responsibilities with the team as well as all the public events he needed to attend.

It was a busy and strange time for everyone but as long as the team was winning and Milos continued to bang in the goals, Dejan knew he could see things through to the end of the season even if the media were trying to spin his and Milos’ relationship making it out as if there was some kind of romance between the pair.

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With no choice but to embrace his new fame and determined to make it to the end of the season and along the way, help the Tigers to their first-ever league title, Milos persevered but that didn't make things easy.

As standing in his way, was Sonja, always making everything so much more difficult than it had to be, making unnecessary decisions, and changing his body in ways he worried couldn’t be undone. 

Lately, there had been times where he struggled to leave his bedroom as facing Sonja and her barrage of insulting comments was just too much to bear. The worst part was, Coach just couldn’t see or perhaps didn’t want to see the truth, with Sonja always acted so cute and innocent around him, it was disgusting how fake and vile she was, it made him feel sick.

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Standing in his room, looking at his reflection in the mirror, Milos had reached breaking point. He pouted as he gazed at the image of a stereotypical blond bimbo looking back at him, she looked like she was ready for a night on the town but in reality, the fancy outfit was just normal everyday attire, the kind of clothes Milos was regularly forced to wear around the apartment.

Moving his head slightly, he watched as the girl mimicked him, her long blonde hair sweeping past her shoulders and reaching down to her extremely thin waist. Stood, as usual, on a ridiculously tall and fancy pair of pumps, she swayed from side to side.

Blinking Milos felt a gust of air on his cheeks, caused by the huge thick eyelashes obscured part of his vision, constantly in the way and a  distraction in front of his eyes. Pushing his lips together he stood there in awe of his enormous pouty lips, lips that made men stop and stare where ever he went while he rushed by dreading to imagine the thought going through their minds.

Examining further down his body, a thought crept into his head, a thought he had been having a lot lately and he just could shake it. 

He had, of course, noticed his body changing over the last few months but up until now, he had tried to convince himself it was down to his diet and exercise with the changes reversing themselves as soon as he went back to his old lifestyle.

However,  lately, his chest had continued to expand to form undeniable breasts, his hips and backside jutted out from his thin waist, and his emotions were all over the place. 

After searching the internet, he could only find one explanation that explained his transformation into a rather voluptuous and sexy looking woman, someone had been feeding him female hormones! And there was only one suspect.

Tottering into the living room on his gold sparkly heels, Milos found Sonja on the Sofa watching some soppy Romcom, “Ahum”, he said clearing his throat.

“What do you want slut? I’m trying to watch this”, Sonja said, her eyes glued to the screen.

Milos grabbed the remote and turned off the TV before sitting down on the Sofa, “We need to talk, and can you please stop with the slut comments”?

Sonja looked puzzled, not used to the usually obedient Milos talking back to her, “well I call it as I see it and wearing that slutty dress and clown makeup, what else am I supposed to think, would you prefer whore”? She said laughing.

“I’m wearing this dress because you picked it out, and I did my makeup the way you suggested, perhaps it says more about your character than mine, and what the hell is your problem anyway? why do you always have to be such a bitch”?

Sonja went red in the face, looking as though she was about to explode. Stopping herself, she took a deep breath and turned, “Well girl, you’re a celebrity and influencer now, this is how those airhead bimbos look, you’re supposed to stand out, women should be jealous of you and men should want to take you home and fuck your brains out", she said chuckling loudly, " I’m just helping you get there, I didn’t start this, you’re the one who wanted to play dress up and to join a woman’s football team”.

Milos shuddered at the thought of being intimate with another man. “Cut the shit Sonja, you’re loving this, you have humiliated and degraded me day after day from the start, going way beyond what was necessary for this disguise”, Milos replied forcefully, “I mean look at my figure, this is not normal, what have you done to me you fucking cow”?

Sonja's face suddenly changed, “so, you want to know the truth, do you? fine, I fucking hate you, you piece of shit whore”, Sonja screamed, “You drive me into a tree, disfigure me, take my place on the team and you think I’m going to just smile and be your friend, you needed to be punished, and as much as you look like some trailer park barbie, right now, I’m not done with you yet, princess”.

“I knew it, you fucking psycho, I suppose that blackout in the club was you too”? Milos spat.

“Oh, you mean the little something I slipped in your drink, you really let your slutty side out that night, pleasuring all those men”, Sonja replied with an evil grin, “you should really be more careful with your drinks, you know. But I wouldn’t expect a dumb bimbo like you to notice, I mean, I’ve been putting birth control pills in your food for months and you had no idea”? she added chuckling loudly once more.

As the sound of Sonja cackling, ripped through his ears like a tsunami, Milos lost it, launching himself across the sofa, his arms swinging wildly.

Sonja screamed but realised too late what was happening, allowing Milos to get a good few swipes at her face with his acrylic claws before she had time to lift her arms in defence.

The other two girls, having heard the commotion from their rooms, ran out to find Sonja screaming and trying to defend herself as Milos dressed in a sparkly sequined mini dress, that had risen up to his waist, sat on top of her, letting out months of frustration as he swiped wildly at her bare arms.

It took both of them to pull an enraged Milos away, who had caused quite a bit of damage ironically due to the very nails Sonja had forced upon him.  

Cowering on the sofa, with her wet red face and arms scratched up, the two girls held Milos back as Sonja quickly got to her feet sobbing, “you’ll pay for this, you bitch”, she screamed as ran from the room terrified.

Realising what he had done, Milos broke down in tears himself, running from the room and towards the safety of his bedroom. 

Feeling overwhelmed with emotion after what Sonja had just revealed, he needed to put an end to the ridiculous charade that had become his life. He just couldn’t do it anymore, no longer and caring about the team or his promise to Coach, he just needed it all to stop.

Picking up his phone he quickly wrote a message and sent it to Coach. It read “I’m done Coach, I quit the team” or that’s what he had tried to type, there were more than a few typo’s, due to him shaking with adrenaline and the length of his impractical nails.

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Thirty minutes later, there was a knock on his bedroom door, and when no answer came it was followed by another. On the third knock, Milos slowly got to his feet and trudged across the room to open the door, knowing who it would be.

Once again an awkward-looking Dejan stood in his bedroom doorway, looking at him with a worried expression on his face, “Milena, what has happened? What is wrong"?

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“What’s wrong? Milos screamed, “look at me? Look at what I've become, I look like some cheap prostitute”, he added moving his hands in front of his tight sparkly party dress energetically.

Taking a second to compose himself, Dejan hunched down his shoulders, “look, Milena, I know this has been tough on you, but I want you to know how much I appreciate all you've done, I really can’t thank you enough, the accident may have been your fault but by becoming Milena, you have saved my life".

He paused for a second noticing the anger in Milos' eyes and changed tact, "We are about to make the playoffs for the first time ever, there are only a few weeks left now, after that, Milena can retire, and we can all go back to normal”, Dejan added, hoping his words would once again sway the feminised man who lately needed to be regularly reassured.

“Tough? you don’t know what tough is”, Milos screamed, “Why don’t you try living your life in tiny little dresses, constantly staring at you like a piece of meat, terrified that someone is going to see a bulge that shouldn’t be there? Or how about having to constantly wear uncomfortable and impractical high heeled shoes, worried that you are about to fall over with every step you take, or how about you try to cope with ridiculous nails like these, making even simple tasks impossible”.

Dejan looked on shocked by the emotional outburst but remained quiet, letting Milos get everything off his chest.

“I agreed to play football, Coach, not all this, why did you let Sonja do this to me? That bitch has been force-feeding me female hormones for months, look at my body, she’s turned me into a freak”, Milos shouted as he leaned forward to push Coach away.

Seeing Milos losing his balance, Dejan sprung forwards, opened his arms and pulled him in, wrapping his arms tightly around him as Milos struggled angrily. After a moment he stopped fighting and relaxed into his arms where he started to sob quietly.

“I’m sorry Milena”, Dejan said soothingly as he gently rubbed the small of his back, "I knew you were having to deal with a lot of changes, but I didn’t realise it was causing you so much pain, and as for Sonja she has a lot of explaining to do". He added in a commanding voice.

Pulling back slightly, Dejan placed his index finger under Milos' chin and gently lifting his face, " I want you to know, you don’t look like a cheap prostitute, in fact, I think you look beautiful”.

Milos's sad bloodshot eyes looked back as his lips began to quiver. There was a moment where time seemed to stand still as the pair gazed into each other’s eyes, both wanting the same thing but both too nervous to make the first move before Milos jutted forward.

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As Dejan felt Milos' pillowy red lips smash into his own, there was a brief moment of hesitation until he turned the logical part of his brain off,  giving in to his animal urges and started passionately kissing him back as he gently ran his hands down Milos’ sparkly party dress towards his voluptuous backside

Suddenly becoming aware of his erection, poking painfully against the front of his tight jeans, Dejan pulled away, “Err…Milena…Milos…I…err...I think maybe I should go, are you going to be OK”? Dejan asked feeling a mixture of excitement, fear, and worry.

Feeling rejected Milos looked down at the ground and slowly nodded his head as a tear rolled down his cheek.

Dejan gave him an awkward pat on the shoulder before backing slowly from the room, checking once more that he was ok from the doorway, before making his escape.

Throwing himself on the bed, a thousand emotions hit Milos all at once as he felt lonely, frustrated, and humiliated but the overriding one was anger.

Why had he just kissed Coach? He wasn’t a girl and Coach had always been like a father to him. Was he turning gay?

It was all too confusing for the young, feminised man, he had always been attracted to women but no matter how many times he told himself, it was wrong, deep down inside, some part of him had felt at peace in Coach’s arms and felt deeply aroused by the kiss.

Coach has always been there for me when everyone else was so cruel, he thought slamming his hand into the pillow-in his mind he had just ruined everything, how was he ever going to look Coach in the eye again, after what had just done.