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> A shy college girl wakes up to quite a surprise... by Anonymous userNylonBH
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Steffy Gets a Stiffy
STEFFY GETS A STIFFY
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A shy college girl wakes up to quite a surprise...
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Note: All characters are purely works of fiction and are over eighteen.

My name is Steffany, but most people call me Steffy. I'm a pretty
average college sophomore in most ways, making friends, studying hard -
except for one thing that sets me apart from all the other girls...

I should back up a bit first. I was a pretty shy and sheltered girl
growing up, not a lot of interest in boys or your usual teenage
rebellion for me. In fact, the only thing that really broke up my
mundane life in high school was soccer. I'm a goalkeeper, and I was
All-State my sophomore and junior year. That is, until senior year, when
I planted wrong trying to stop a long shot and blew my knee out.

I was horrified. My scholarship, everything I'd worked hard for, all
flashed before my eyes as I lay on the ground writhing in pain and tears
that afternoon. As it turned out, I had blown a ligament in my knee out
and would be out for at least a full year. Thankfully, the doctors said
I would have no long-term damage, and my surgery and physical therapy
went smoothly...so well, in fact, that my scholarship was still there
for me even though I would have to sit out my freshman year. I suppose
it worked out, because it allowed me to focus on school the first year,
and I had a good time, even if it meant spending my 18th birthday on
crutches.

Sadly, I spent most of that day alone. The shyness I'd had in high
school hadn't gone away with the move to college, and having to hobble
along awkwardly did me no favors when it came to making friends and
going out. But there was one silver lining: a guy in my English Comp
class named Charlie had taken to helping me get around and take care of
things, which was a nice change. We'd even managed to keep talking after
I got off the crutches, and although we'd never gone past the friend
stage, I could feel there was some chemistry there under the surface.

Not to sound arrogant, but I don't think I'm unattractive by any means.
I'm about 5'7", with the kind of body (and legs, especially) that
growing up on a soccer field gives you. I have very dark brown curly
hair that bounces wildly when I get excited, and bright blue eyes that
stand out against my fair skin. I fill out fairly nicely, as well,
either a large B-cup or a small C, although I was not quite as blessed
around back.

Unfortunately, even that wasn't enough to overcome my natural
introversion, and the fact that most of the guys I had a thing for only
saw me after practice or a game, all sweaty, my hair pulled back,
without makeup, didn't help matters. I didn't have a boyfriend in high
school, and my parents were not the type to encourage, let's say,
self-exploration.

But now in college, things could be different, I thought. Being part of
a team that actually had people show up to games, seeing hundreds, if
not thousands, of interesting new guys around campus, I thought I had a
real chance to make an impression and get the monkey off my back - by
being on my back myself.

Before my sophomore year, I went in for a physical to make sure I was
good to practice and play again. I felt good for the most part, although
the entire time I was healing, I did feel a bit weaker in my left leg
than I did before the injury. The doctor I went in to see was a
surprisingly youngish German man, Dr. Tobias Mauser, who seemed older
than he was because of his rather brusque manners (and based on his
smell, a pretty strong smoking habit). He was a tall, spare-looking type
with short-cropped brown hair and round glasses that he would peer over
whenever he would make a point.

"Ach, ja, Miss Carlson, you seem to be doing just fine, we ran through
all of your tests, your knee seems to have no lingering structural
problems. Und yet, you still are complaining of weakness at ze point of
flexion?" he asked, his accent dripping through every word.

"Yeah, when I try to squat down and stand back up straight, it feels
like I can't push up with the left leg very well," I explained.

"Vell, zat sort of thing is not unheard-of. You are worried about having
another incident, ja?" he continued. I nodded, and he leaned his head
in, very close to my own face, and looked over the rims of his glasses
at me. "I actually have something that might...expedite ze healing
process, perhaps even make your knees feel even better zan zey vere
before..." he said, slowing down and emphasizing the last few words.

My first instinct was that this was some sort of test of integrity that
the coaches and school knew about, to see if I would agree to take
something potentially illegal.

"No, I couldn't do something like that - what if someone found out? I
could get kicked off the team and lose my scholarship. Is it even legal
for you to suggest that?"

He smiled a half-smile from the sides of his mouth.

"You think I am offering you steroids? Not hardly, liebchen. It is a
special hormone supplement zat a good friend of mine back in Hanover has
been vorking on," he started. I had to admit, my curiosity was a bit piqued.

"What does it do?"

"To put it in simple terms, it locates damage in the body und encourages
growth, much more rapidly zan ze body does on its own. Ze early trials
have been very promising, I understand. Und if you are concerned about
drug testing, it is also my understanding that it metabolizes quickly,
so it vill appear only that you have a slightly elevated level of human
growth hormone."

I thought about what Dr. Mauser was offering. It might still be a trick,
but somehow, I felt that there was no way this guy was that good of an
actor.

"What's the catch? I'm sure there's a reason this hasn't been a big news
story yet, right?" I asked. Dr. Mauser lolled his head a little as he
responded.

"Vell, you might have some unvanted side effects, perhaps a rash,
perhaps growing hair more quickly zen before, you also may feel some
heaviness in your joints if you've had undiagnosed damage somevhere
else, like a sprained ankle or a hairline fracture of a finger. I should
admit zat most of the subjects in ze trials have been men, so ve do not
have a terribly deep set of data about how it may affect females. If
anything, you vould be helping with that along the vay, ja? Consider zat
to be ze price, just tell me how you are doing every couple of veeks or
so..."

"Where would I even go to get the prescription?" I asked.

"Ah, even easier," he said, walking over to a cabinet. He opened it,
perused the shelves, and then selecting a white pill bottle with a
handwritten note on it in German. He handed it to me.

"If anyone asks, zey can just be to handle any chronic knee pain," he
said, very matter-of-factly. I nodded, and we went on with the rest of
the exam. I got back to my dorm a little while later that I shared with
one of my teammates, a forward named Hannah who was nineteen and a
sophomore, same as me. She was tall, about 5'10", with fiery red hair,
green eyes, and freckled skin so pale that it made me look suntanned.
She was also rail-thin, and we joked that she looked like a matchstick.
She was extremely friendly to everyone, and knew enough to respect the
shared space we had, and she happened to be in when I got back. I'd been
really looking forward to being out on the field with her this year.

"Hey, girl, how'd it go?" she asked.

"Pretty good, the doc said there wasn't any lingering damage and that I
will be good to go next month," I replied.

"That's great!" Hannah began, "Did you have to go to that weird German guy?"

"Dr. Mauser? Yeah. He didn't seem too bad, though, I bet it's just a
cultural thing."

"Maybe, but I got some creeper vibes from him. What's that?" Hannah
asked, pointing to the bottle.

"This? Oh, nothing, just some aspirin in case there's still some pain
getting back up to speed," I lied. I liked Hannah, but I didn't feel
like explaining the exchange I'd just had to her, especially if I really
WAS doing something illegal. I quickly went into my room and closed the
door behind me, locking it quietly. I put the bottle down and looked at
it: "Spezielles Wachstumshormon" - "Special Growth Hormone" according to
a quick search, followed by instructions to only take one a day at
midday. I opened the bottle and poured one out. There weren't a lot,
maybe enough for a week or so. I went over to my mini-fridge, got a
bottle of water, and sat on my bed, wondering whether or not I should do
this. Finally, my curious side won out, and I ended up choking down one
of the large gray pills before stashing the bottle in my dresser, deep
behind everything else.