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Ebony Pool Boy (Swimmer FTM Race Change TG/TF Short-Story) By Jay D. Evers Alyssa Sandifer wasn’t a happy camper. Her start of summer vacation wasn’t as panned out as she hoped it was, especially after losing her status as cheer captain to her now-former best friend Mariah Cantone (who soon captured the heart of Alyssa’s school crush Chaz Altman). Not only that, her parents decided that it was time for her to start trying out for a different spot as well as find a summer job to earn some cash. Alyssa wasn’t having it at all, even going as far as arguing with her parents on her plans to sulk in her room after learning that they signed her up to join the local community center’s swim team which would coincide with her new position as a lifeguard. “There’s no way I would be caught dead in spandex and surrounding myself with those losers,” she had scoffed. “Besides, my hair turns green in the chlorine pool. And with the new swimmers being Blacks and all, I might as well as label myself as a kook.” If she had her say, she’d make them see reason that her being on a swim team with people whom her father called “coloreds” was no better than having her ruin her diet and make her eat pork. But her mother didn’t give her much of a choice, citing that since the Triton Membership Initiative program was also extending for the summer program (it also made Alyssa unhappy when she learned that North Bentley had her be a part of a program for the summer) and she needed credits to get into senior year; this was perfect opportunity to branch out and make new connections. Her mom and dad gave her an ultimatum: take part of the initiative program or be sent to Texas and work at her uncle’s pig farm. For better or worse, Alyssa decided to bite her tongue and be a part of the Triton Membership Initiative, her Glenview Valley Academy partner Trey (a chocolate-brown-skinned young man) also a lifeguard at the community pool near Glenview Valley inviting her for training for the first day. Alyssa swore to herself that she’d get even with her parents if it meant finding the chance to skip out of the program one way or another. But it wouldn’t be long before she would be a perfect lifeguard. *********** By week three, Alyssa was livid that her plans for escaping the Triton Initiative mentoring program were becoming more and more nonexistent, especially when her family made sure that she spent more time with Trey and his uncle (which included dinner dates, weekends playing sports, and even taking her off days from being a lifeguard to meet with the GVA faculty members). And her parents- her strict mother in particular- made sure that she attended every outing planned with threats of being shipped to Uncle Louis’ Pig Farm in East Texas if she even thought about skipping out. But what disgusted Alyssa more was that her family was getting more and more close with Trey’s uncle- something which her late grandparents (who were supporters of the Ku Klux Klan) would not take kindly since Trey was black and she was lily-white with a pageant-worthy face and body from her blonde hair and blue eyes to a nicely-form figure and her slightly-tanned complexion. She knew that she was the beauty at North Bentley High School, even if Mariah had the quarterback by her side. It was now Monday as Alyssa and Trey were currently arriving at the pristine indoor pool that could give any college natatorium a run for its money (clean locker rooms, two Olympic-sized swimming pools, fitness area, juice bar, cyber cafe etc.). But no sooner than Alyssa was ready to clock in, her white tennis-player outfit, matching sneakers, and newly-washed hair was soon covered in green paint. “Ew, she whined,” feeling mortified. “I can’t believe this.” Trey fought back a snicker, a masculine older man (who was the dean at Glenview Valley Academy) named Frederich coming over to the teens. “Miss, I’ll have strong words for those painters,” he said in a crisp accent. “They’re being reckless with leaving their equipment behind. But for now, I’ll make sure that you’ll have some clean clothes to wear.” “Thanks,” Alyssa grunted, reaching for her gym back and groaning at the sight of her opened bag to see her swimsuit and clothes being drenched in paint. “Now what? I have no other swimsuit to wear and I need to change clothes.” “You can shower while Mr. Quitman and I get some unisex clothes,” Trey offered, pointing to the direction of the locker room. “None of the team’s here yet, so you’ll have some privacy.” “Might as well.” She stifled a burp, accepting a bottle of three-in-one shampoo/body wash/conditioner before retreating to the locker room. Quickly stripping out of her clothes, she was unaware that her skin was starting to darken a little as she soon found a shower stall and turned on the water. She poured out a dollop onto her hands before lathering up her hair. “Smells nice,” she mused to herself as she inhaled the scents of peppermint, seawater, and cucumber. “This is so not my day. I bet Mariah and Chaz are laughing it up right now.” She grunted, feeling a slight pain in her abdomen while her breasts started to recede into male pectorals. “What the fuck…” she muttered, groaning slightly as her lower stomach churned in pain while her privates started shifting. There was some pulling until she felt it. She let out a gasp, her voice started getting deeper as an Adam’s apple popped under her chin. What the fuck, Alyssa thought, his body starting to get more masculine with muscles forming around his body until he became an elite athlete. His hair grew shorter and turned from platinum-blonde to jet-black with strands of brown. He blinked twice, his vision blurry as his eyes changed color from blue to brown while his skin also became darker until it was similar to Trey’s but with a lighter undertone. “Fuck,” Alyssa hissed as he looked down to see a prominent erection and a set of balls dangling under him. He grabbed some more soap and lathered himself up to let the paint wash off. He couldn’t help but touch his man-sized dinger, jerking himself off as his memories of being a scorned young woman were erased before his mind was being filled with memories of being a chill Black (and openly gay) young man named Alvin. He no longer remembered having any ties to a family with racist views but remembered being in foster care long enough before attending GVA with his now-boyfriend Trey. “Fuck,” Alvin hissed, letting himself come in his hand before finishing up his shower and rinsing himself off. He stepped out to grab his towel and heading to the lockers, grateful to find his newly-acquired swim bag that consisted of his form-fitting kelly-green speedo that would accentuate his bulge and nicely-toned butt alongside his swim goggles and cap. Grinning to himself, he saw his tracksuit, T-shirt, and other goodies. He got dressed into his swimsuit, cap, and goggles and placed everything else in the locker before heading out to be greeted by an elated Trey, the two of them sharing a passionate kiss. “Ready for another day of swimming, babe,” Alvin asked cheekily. “And being badass lifeguards?” “Every day that you and I do our job is like paradise,” Trey said as they greeted their fellow Tritons and began swimming. Frederich grinned widely, satisfied that he fulfilled his mission as a favor to the parents of the now-nonexistent petulant young woman. “The Sandifers will miss their daughter, but our expanding brotherhood has gained a new member of their flock. More will soon join us.” He was sure of it. (A/N: This is part of a new series featuring the Triton Mentorship Initiative program. More to come in 2024! P.S.: This is my Christmas gift to all of you. Season's greetings and happy new year!)