Sleepover

Angela didn't necessarily dislike Sam. But they had never been a part of the group before they came out. She'd hardly knew them really. Sam had been one of the weird guys no one talked to who you only ever saw playing handball every break. She doubted they'd been to a party with girls before the change.

She watched Sam talking animatedly with Britt and Jess. Sam wasn't muscular. They'd been skinny before transitioning. But she towered over the two girls - the bulge in her tights was almost level with their chest. She didn't dislike Sam, but it annoyed her that they were now apparently involved in every girl night. No one else seemed to mind. Her friends were looking up intently, listening to the story and making the appropriate "oh my god!"s and "That's so transphobic!" comments.

She didn't want to be transphobic. She focused and started listening to Sam's story.

"And he was oooold! I mean, he was probably nursing home age. But the chud was getting up close to us and calling me a disgrace for wearing that cute black dress we bought last week. You know the one? Anyway, he was saying I should be "taking care of that fine young lass I was with" when Sarah took a step forward and just slammed her knee up into his balls!"

"Oh my God"

"Like, absolutely destroyed them. The guy collapsed instantly and I thought she had just killed him. I mean, she went haaaard"

Angela liked Sarah. She was a wild girl. It definitely wasn't the first set of balls she'd crushed with her knee. Going for the nuts on such an old guy seemed a bit overkill though. Sarah was a particularly short Filipino girl, but even she probably could have just pushed the guy away if he was that old.

"Have you ever been kicked in the balls Sam?" Britt asked.

Sam flushed. "Talking about that makes me really dysphoric."

Britt recoiled "Oh I didn't mean... sorry! I just wonder how it feels". Britt's face lowered, obviously embarrassed, only for her head to jerk back up when her eyes touched on the comically large bulge in front of her.

"So what happened to the old guy?"

"I don't know. We left him there on the ground. Whatever. I don't want to talk about it anymore." Sam responded petulantly. "Are we going to get changed into cute nighties and whatever? I already called shotgun on the middle mattress by the way".

She could see Sam was uncomfortable with the topic now Britt had accidentally reminded everyone what Sam had in between her legs.

"I guess we can watch a movie?"

"I have netf..." Jess started

"I get to pick the movie!" Sam demanded loudly, grabbing the remote Jess was reaching for.

Sam trawled through the LGBTQ heading on netflix until some european movie came up. Clapping excitedly "Ohh. This is so perfect for tonight!" A preview had started playing with two very young lesbian girls kissing in a bed full of fluffy toys. One of the girls sliding her hand slowly down the torso of the girl below her, the other girls back arching in anticipation, the hand slipping under the waistband and... Sam hit play and jumped down into the lounge, bouncing with excitement. Neither Jess or Britt looked happy with it, but they took their seats quietly.

As expected the movie was practically porn. It felt like half the movie was spent on drawn out sex scenes between the young women as they 'found themselves' and struggled to be accepted by society. Only Sam seemed engrossed.

The slim blonde in the movie got out of the shower and quickly grabbed a towel off the rack to hold in front of herself as the door opened. But as she saw it was the tanned brunette she slowly lowered the towel and they embraced. The darker girls hand starting to explore the blondes pale wet skin. Angela rolled her eyes, bored of the movie.

Sam leaned over to her and whispered, "Have you ever... been with a girl? Like, more than kissed?"

She was tired of it. The week prior to the sleepover had been constant 'jokes' from Sam that it would all devolve into some lesbian orgy.

"Talking about that makes me really dysphoric actually".

"Angela! Are you making fun of Sam?!" Britt sat up disapprovingly.

"No. It was just a reference to before. You know, when we were talking about him getting kicked in the balls"

"Him?!"

"Oh my god look!" Angela pointed back at the TV, taking their attention of her gaff.

The brunette girl was crouched behind someone with her hand up the inside of his shorts leg. You could see the bulge of her fist moving inside his shorts and his face was contorted with pain. "Say sorry to my girlfriend or I'll sink my nails in and pop them". "You like handling that? You fucking lesbi..." he screamed as her forearm muscles flexed and wet squelching sounds were heard.

"That's pretty funny we were just talking about ... can guys balls really pop like that?" Britt wondered aloud.

"Sam? If your balls make you dysphoric we could try that on you" Angela smiled. She was sick of trying to be nice. She reached over and with her hand above the yoga pant bulge she mimed closing her fist with sharp nails pointing in "pop pop and it's all over".

She saw something in the bulge twitch slightly.

"That's not funny, Ange. And anyway, the doctor says I'm going to become feminine down there anyway just with the hormones."

"I wonder if Sarah popped that old man's balls." Britt seemed suddenly fascinated at the idea of women being able to burst testicles.

"I guess it doesn't matter if you're that old. Like you're not going to be having any more kids or anything. Say, Sam, you're not going to have kids either right? All the hormone treatment has already sterilised you, right? Like what's the difference if we just.."

"Shut up! You're such a dirty TERF bitch Angela. I said stop talking about my balls!" Sam stood up with tears forming in their eyes.

"Ok! Ok! People are getting a little emotional. Let's change the topic, change the movie and get some ice cream or something" Jess was always smoothing over fights in the group.

"**NO!!**"

The girls all jumped.

"We're watching this movie. This is the perfect movie for the sleepover. We just have to skip past this stupid scene". Sam picked up the remote and started skipping ahead. The brunette pulled her hands out of the guys shorts and grimaced at the red and white mess covering her fingers. The guy was in a hospital bed with a team of female doctors holding the sheet up to better look at the carnage of his groin. The girls were in a hot tub together, interlocking legs under the churning water. Sam jumped as he pressed play.

"You should have seen his face! Oh my god, when he realised what you had just done to him. That look he gave before he started thrashing around and crying. God that turned me on" the pale blonde girl was leaning in, draping her body over the other girl, whispering the last few words in her ear as she kissed her neck.

"I didn't even know it was that easy. A little pinch and they sort of just [she mimicked the wet squelch sound the guys balls had made]. Boys are so fragile. So easy to permanently change"

A long sex scene started and Sam began to settle down and look more comfortable again.

As the movie ended and ice cream eaten they sprawled out on the mattresses on the floor. Jess was telling them about how she'd been texting her brothers friend, how her brother didn't know. How this guy had a motorbike, and was tall and buff and was on his college row team and how... Sam picked up a pillow and slammed it down onto Britts face.

"Pillow fight bitches!" Sam howled out.

Britt pulled her hands from her face to see them covered in blood. It was pouring out her nose. She burst into tears and ran to the bathroom.

"What the fuck Sam?" Angela lept up. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"It's a pillow fight. I thought we were going to do girly sleep over stuff, not this boring stuff" Sam sat despondently.

After some coaxing Britt finally came back. She was worried her nose had been broken, but they all assured her it was still straight.

Angela lay on her mattress. Sleep was slow coming. Jess snored quietly. The slow, rhythmic sounds starting to lull Angela asleep. She was vaguely aware of the other two around her and assumed they too were asleep.

A rustling sound made it through to her fading consciousness. Again. A rhythmic rustling now. The realisation dawned on her that Sam was masturbating next to her. Now fully awake she lay as still as she could, not wanting to make it clear she was awake and knew what was happening. She sensed movement in the dark. Sam was standing now. The large, dark shape of him moving slowly across the room. She thought he was still pumping his hand up and down as he creeped along.

The hulking shadow stood over Jess' mattress. She saw him bend down. She could hear him moning softly now. His other hand was on Jess' prone form. Something wrong was happening.

Angela slowly reached for her phone, ready to light up the room and expose this creep. Her fingers closed around the edge of the phone, finding the button on the side that would flood the room with light.

***"EUGHHH! AHHHH! NO! NO!!"*** the scream split the silence. The dull phone light illumined the shadowy shapes.

Sam was leaning over Jess. He had a hand down her pajama bottoms, his other hand now off his visible erection and trying to pry Britts fingers from his dangling ballsack.

"Help! Ange! He's trying to rape Jess!" Angela could see Britts fingers locked around Sam's scrotum, above the balls. Pulling everything down taught.

"He's inside me!" Jess squirmed frantically, realising what was happening.

"Squeeze the actual balls Britt! Quick! Crush his balls!" Angela lept up, rushing in to follow her own advice.

Before she got to them she saw Sam turn quickly and punch out at Britt. His giant fist collided with her nose and she cried out as her head was flung backwards. Her hands released the tight ballsack and Sam swung around to face Angela just as she launched herself into him.

They toppled backwards, Sam tripping over Jess. Angela landed awkwardly on top, feeling the reverberations as the front of her teeth slammed into the crown of his head.

Big, hairy hands snaked themselves around her neck and she convulsed as he pressed in. She heard a surprised "oomph!" escape his mouth and his grip weakened for a second. Her limbs kept flailing, hitting him over and over as she started to feel light-headed. Her knee connected again with something softer.

"Eughh!"

She realised what was happening. She slammed her knee in the same place as hard as she could. Again. Three times. Then four. She was breathing hard. She could breath again. The hands had fallen away from her neck. Her knee smashed down again. She could feel the slap as she made contact. Thought she could feel the individual naked balls now as her knee drove into the thin skin pouch and crushed the rubbery orbs inside up against his pelvis.

She grinded her knee against them. Feeling the give in them. Feeling them trying to slip to the side, out of danger.

"I