Chapter 2 First Day As Alex
ALEXA POV
The idea wouldn’t leave my head. I sat on my bed for almost an hour, staring at the wall. Become a boy? It sounded completely crazy. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. I had nowhere else to go. My family had thrown me away like I was nothing. This was my only chance to start over and see Blake again. Maybe even build a new life where no one looked at me like I was worthless.
The next morning, I didn’t waste any time.
I took the scissors from the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. My hands shook badly as I grabbed a big chunk of my long hair. One cut. Then another. Black strands fell to the floor around my feet. When I finished, my hair was short and messy, just like a boy’s. I looked different. Strange. But maybe that was a good thing. No one would recognize the old Alexa anymore.
I put on my brother’s old clothes that I had kept, a baggy hoodie, loose jeans, and a cap. I practiced lowering my voice in the mirror, making it deeper.
“Hey, I’m Alex,” I repeated several times. It wasn’t perfect, but it would have to work. I grabbed my bag and went out of the room. My parents and Bianca were in the living room, but they didn’t even care to ask where I was going. I didn’t tell them either. To them, I was already invisible.
Later that afternoon, I went to a quiet park far from home. Some boys were playing hockey there. I joined them, pretending I was just another guy looking for fun. My heart was beating so fast the whole time. Every time I touched the puck, I played hard, showing off my skills. I made sharp passes, took powerful shots, and moved quickly on the ice. The boys were impressed and kept asking me to join their team for a quick game. After we finished, I asked one of them to record me doing some drills and shots. I gave it my all, pushing myself harder than I had in a long time. This video had to be good enough.
That night, I edited the video quickly on my phone and sent it in before I could change my mind. I used my brother’s name ‘Alex Rivera’.
Now all I could do was wait.
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Three Days Later
I paced around the room, checking my phone every minute, but nothing came. I saw online that some lucky people had already been chosen, and today was the final day. I was already losing my mind with anxiety. Suddenly, my phone rang while I was hiding in my room. I picked it up with shaking hands.
“Hello?”
“Congratulations, Alex Rivera,” a woman’s voice said warmly. “You have been selected for the final tryouts at Blackwood University. Please report to campus tomorrow morning.”
“Sure I will, thank you very much” I said happily.
My eyes widened and I almost dropped the phone. I did it. I actually did it.
I quickly packed the little things I had left. I cut my hair even shorter, bound my chest tightly with bandages until it hurt, and put on the baggiest clothes I could find. Looking at myself in the mirror, I whispered, “You are Alex now. A boy. Don’t forget that.”
The next morning, I left the house before anyone could wake up. The bus ride to Blackwood University felt like forever. When I finally arrived, the campus was huge and beautiful. Everywhere I looked, there were impressive buildings, green lawns, and students walking around confidently like they belonged here.
I was busy admiring the buildings and didn’t notice the bike speeding toward me. I noticed it a bit too late and quickly rushed out of the way, making me fall hard on the ground. The biker rode past me without caring and parked ahead. I was so angry that I stood up and stormed toward him.
He slowly removed his helmet. I scoffed angrily.
“Can’t you see I was on the way? You almost killed me!”
He glanced at me like I was some annoying fly disturbing him and didn’t say anything. His arms were bare, and I could see tattoos covering them, making him look dangerous. But I didn’t care. I wasn’t in the mood for another jerk stressing me out. He came down from the bike and walked past me without saying anything and started to leave.
In anger, I threw the doughnuts I had bought at him. The bag hit the back of his head.
I could see the shock on everyone’s faces as he stopped and stormed back toward me. I moved back in fear but still tried to show that I wasn’t afraid. He suddenly stopped, stared at me for a few seconds with intense eyes, and then just left without saying a word.
“What came over him?”
“Did he have a death wish?”
“How could he do that to the star player?” I heard the students whispering around me. The fact that they thought I was a boy made a small smile creep onto my face.
I entered the school, moving around in awe. This school had different sports departments, but hockey was clearly the most popular. There was also basketball, soccer, table tennis, gymnastics, cheerleading, and just about every sport you could name. I finally found the hockey department and quickly entered the huge court. Some boys were already there, probably here for the tryouts too.
The tryouts were intense. The coaches divided us into groups and had us run drills, first skating sprints, agility exercises, and stickhandling challenges. My legs burned, but I pushed through. Then came the scrimmage. I played as a forward, focusing on speed and precision rather than brute strength. I intercepted passes, made clean shots on goal, and even assisted two goals. One of my shots hit the top corner perfectly. The coaches nodded and wrote notes while watching me closely. I could feel the other boys staring, some with respect, others with jealousy. Even though I was smaller than most of them, my skills from years of playing with Blake helped me stand out. I gave everything I had, ignoring the fear in my chest. By the end of the session, I was sweating heavily but felt alive for the first time in days.
After what felt like hours, the coaches gathered us. They announced the five who made it through. My heart pounded as they called the first four names. I almost thought I hadn’t made it until they finally called the fifth.
“Alex Rivera”
Relief and joy exploded inside me. I jumped around excitedly, pumping my fists. The other boys looked at me weirdly, like I was overreacting. I quickly controlled myself, clearing my throat and acting more “guy-like.”
Five more were called making us ten and five will be chosen at the end.
Later, we were taken to a medical room for physical tests. My heart was beating loudly in fear as they did the basic checks of height, weight, and vision. When it was getting close to my turn for the more thorough examination, I suddenly stood up and pretended I needed to go to the restroom.
I entered the hockey bathroom area. It was huge but I barely had time to admire it. I held my chest, breathing in fear. I tried to calm myself.
“You can do it. You’ve come this far,” I told myself repeatedly.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of showering behind me. I turned around and saw someone bathing. It was the same jerk who had almost run me over with his bike.
“You…” I said, my eyes going down before I could stop myself. When my eyes settled on his cock,
they widened in shock.
“Ahhhh!” I screamed while quickly covering my eyes.
