"Tell me I can't join the football team...? Fine. I'll show them...." Asherra murmured to herself through a calm tone as she walked away from the football field. She wasn't going to not join just because the gender-discriminating coach told her she couldn't. She'd show him--she'd show all of them, and she possessed the perfect idea to throw into action in order to do just that. Asherra walked inside of the abandoned gym and ran into the girl's locker room. She dumped out a clump of hair pins onto the metal counter in front of the mirror and quickly began to wrap her long hair prior to placing the pins in to keep it up, which normally streamed down to her waist. It was a generous amount of hair, but she managed to pin most of it down as she had decided to leave a bit of hair hanging out in the back. She placed a rubber-band around the thick strands of hair to make it resemble a normal ponytail that a guy could get away with casually wearing in modern society. The low ponytail stopped a little past her shoulders. Shortly after preparing her hair, she wrapped the dark orange bandana around her head. She didn‘t really wear the bandana on a regular basis, and it wasn’t like she went to this high school due to home-school, so she doubted that she would have to worry about anyone recognizing her as ‘that girl from their class’. Well at least that's what 'she' thought. The determined 16 year-old was quite skilled at disguising herself for some reason, but this was the easiest task yet. She had plenty of ‘boy-ish’ clothes, and she possessed another pair of clothes with her in the bag since--well, she had an odd premonition that would get rejected and would have to resort to this. She threw on the pants, but before putting on the shirt, she wrapped an ace bandage around her entire torso region to push them in so it'd give the illusion of have little to no breasts. Sure, this would be quite irritating after awhile but if she left them as they were, everyone would apparently know she was a girl. She needed to play it safe. After a short period, she scanned her new appearance in the mirror and smirked with subtle satisfaction. Her new name would be...Ash instead of Asherra. Her attire consisted of an oversized blue shirt that looked like it would engulf her small body frame, a pair of loose black pants, and the orange bandana as well. She grabbed her belongings and walked back out to the field, recalling to deepen her voice to perceive the tone of a young male. " Hey, coach~!" Asherra called out to him, doing the best she could to mask her original voice as she came to a halt in front of him. "What can I do for you, young man?" he asked, which only obliged Asherra’s smirk to resurface. 'So he fell for it... Good.' she mused before replying. "Yeah, I'm interested in joining your football team. Got room for one more?" The coach smiled and asked for her name. " Name's Ash. Nice to meet you!" she said with a nod while the coach abruptly pointed over to the field. " Alright Ash, let's see what you’ve got..." he stated, watching as Ash launched towards the field. A half an hour later, the coach handed Asherra a football uniform. " You're on the team Ash! Your throws are amazing--so's your speed!" the coach exclaimed prior to giving out the other uniforms. Asherra smiled slightly in response, in spite of her accumulating excitement, and happily went on home after practice. She’d always used to play football as a child. She had definitely received plenty of practice throughout the years. It was no wonder she was immediately accepted onto the team. -Two Weeks Later- Asherra was now one of the top players on the local team and everyone on the team, as well as some of the football fans of the school, knew who 'Ash' was despite that her teammates still playfully called her a ‘newbie’. She was regularly attending practice four times a week and her skills merely strengthened with the additional sessions. Today was a Friday afternoon. A typical practice weekday for the team. Asherra threw on her uniform and ran outside to swiftly join in on the mock game. After being assigned to a team, one of her team-mates had tossed her the football. She was prepared to dart until ones of the guys on the opposing team ran up to confront her in attempts to steal the ball. To be more precise, the lad just so happened to be one of the team’s exceptional players. They were evenly matched, in other words, so she needed to be additionally precise. “You’re not taking this from me!” she teased with a smirk. She knew him just as well as all of her other teammates, so the casual playfulness occurred naturally among them all on occasion. Besides, she was positive that he’d have a comeback just as he always did. She was going to evade his lunge, but as she swiftly began to dash off to the side, the boy’s hands came at her at an awkward angle. Alas, this caused him to accidentally grab one of her boobs. Of course, he wasn't trying to grasp her there....but alternatively, he seriously wasn’t expecting to grab 'anything' as a matter of fact, since she was supposed to be a guy. Therefore, she was supposed to be relatively flat-chested, especially considering that she was posing as a skinny young man. Instinctively, Asherra’s eye twitched. And she had to suppress the temporary reflex to punch the daylights out of him for grabbing there, but she remembered that she wasn't 'supposed' to be a girl. Therefore, she wasn’t supposed to have boobs either. Above all, she knew it was an accident so... Instead, she winced and pulled back. She then proceeded with pretending to fall onto her front as if the force of his push had knocked her out of balance. Thankfully, she had been able to perform the fall quickly after he had pushed her. That way, it would seem far more believable that she was injured. After all, she needed to make something up as soon as possible, in order to cover up what the lad had just touched. Though, somehow, she had a feeling that it wouldn’t work out as well as she had hoped... Pretending to be in pain, she dropped the ball prior to falling. Well, at least her acting was right on cue. "Arghh--damn, my chest....!" she exclaimed, clutching it. “What happened?” the coach queried as he approached. "Er--I fell down on it earlier--my chest--and it was already swollen, but now it’s a little worse off..." she added in while she emitted a phony small groan of discomfort. Hopefully, he would believe that he had grabbed a 'swollen' chest instead of an actual breast. “Ash, go sit on the bench if you're injured. I'll get an ice-pack for you." the coach said as he walked off. Asherra quickly walked off the field with sweat pouring down her face. She was starting to ponder about whether her teammate had bought the 'swollen chest' comment or not, which was genuinely beginning to unease her slightly as she sat on the bench. She remained in her seat for the rest of the practice, always fond of watching the practice sessions go on even if she could not participate. However, she was the last one to enter the boy's locker room. After changing, the coach wanted the entire team to meet him in the gym for some reason, and it made her ponder about what kind of announcement he was going to be making. As per the norm, she made her way to the very back of the room to get to her locker. Asherra retrieved her casual male clothes and set foot into an available bathroom stall to change. In the back of her mind, she continued to hope that the guy had been convinced by her fake injury and that he didn’t suspect the fact that she was--well, a female in disguise.