Life after show (Patreon)
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"Alright, kids, move it, I said!" Craig's high, thin voice was barely audible in the hall. The guys from the team didn’t even notice right away, continuing their conversation. Who would have dared to ignore Coach Craig Still before, the real powerhouse, a former rugby champion? But now everything had changed.
Craig rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying to suppress the wave of anger rising inside him. Clenching his fists? Useless. He couldn’t even use his commanding voice anymore. All because of that stupid transformation show he lost, and now he was stuck like this...
Kevin, the team captain, finally noticed that the "coach" was trying to get the team in order and lazily waved at the others. "Hey, guys, Marina’s trying to say something."
"Karina," Craig automatically corrected Kevin, and to his horror, felt a light, sweet smile appear on his face. It wasn’t the usual smug grin he once used to put players in their place, but something soft, almost flirtatious. His body seemed to live its own life, obeying these new instincts. This was also part of the changes he’d undergone because of the show. And to get everything back, he needed money—way too much money...
The guys stopped and finally looked at him. But their gazes were completely different. Where before there had been respect, even fear, for Coach Craig Still, brutal and tough, now they looked at him like he was some weak girl—interested, but not in the right way. And the way their eyes lingered on his figure made Karina’s skin crawl.
"Alright, cuties, start warming up," Karina waved her hand a bit too femininely, tilting her head to the side as if trying to look cute. She didn’t want this—it was instinctive. The guys’ eyes slid over her figure, clearly taking in every detail—from the revealing crop top to the slim waist and long legs clad in tight shorts.
"What are you standing around for? Move it!" Karina’s voice trembled, not from fear, but from the irritating helplessness. She hated this new tone—a high-pitched, sing-song voice, as if she enjoyed saying it.
"Hey, Karina, how about showing us the right way to warm up?" Johnny, one of the biggest guys on the team, drawled mockingly. He used to look at Craig with respect, but now… now he looked like he wanted to drag her to bed.
Karina took a sharp breath, trying to control the surge of emotions. Anger? No, it wasn’t anger. It was something else, something that built up every time she caught those kinds of looks. Instinctively, her body responded to the challenge: her hips shifted slightly forward, her voice softened, as if she really was about to flirt back.
"Johnny," she managed to say, feeling an uncomfortable warmth spread through her body, "if you need special attention, we can discuss it later." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm, but again, just like before, there was an uncontrollable hint of flirtation in it.
"Alright, alright, guys, jokes aside, let’s get started," Kevin said, slapping Johnny on the shoulder. But Johnny, not taking his eyes off Karina, just smirked wider. The whole hall filled with quiet laughter.
Karina took a step back, feeling despair rise in her throat. She had to hold on. She had to be strong. But everything that had once been her strength was now gone. Instead of a powerful male body, she had a fragile, sexy female form that attracted a completely different kind of attention.
The players finally spread out across the hall, starting to warm up, but Karina kept catching their glances. She clenched her fists, trying to suppress her irritation. Didn’t they understand that she was still the coach? That she was still Craig Still? The former rugby champion, the man who could put anyone in their place in a second?