Tranny thoughts on table soccer

I thought it would be great to hold a table soccer tournament for friends and family.
We had a great time but real girls are really rubbish at it, not like Monica in Friends.
First, there was a really girly stance and a gentle hold of the handles with lots of giggling and "Oh I'm so rubbish" talk. Then the girls hardly made contact with the ball so it was slowly rolling from side to side.
Then the boys moved in: hard concentrated look on their faces, very firm flick of the wrists ( I know!) stooping over the table and the balls were flashing everywhere ( I know).
There was only one purpose- Win at all costs. The girls enjoyed as a laugh and the blokes enjoyed it if it was a hard close match.
So where did I fit in? I was dressed in drab (i.e. boy-mode) and I wanted to win, but not at all costs. It musn't be by naked power ( Oh do stop reading unintended inuendos Pllllease).
It had to be done by playing gracefully and without too much aggression.
Ah!! play defensively!
And you know what it worked! I managed to hit the balls ( do stop it!!) with a kind of a graceful swipe and the blokes hit the ball with such power that it often bounced straight back at them.
And I enjoyed playing. Ok I didn't win the tournament but at the end of the evening when I wanted more action ( yes, we all do) most of the blokes were complaining of bad wrists and tennis elbow. Hee -hee.
Now wouldn't it have been fun to have beaten them when I was dressed as a girl?
Mmm- next tournament- must be in fancy dress ( I love fancy dresses).
Anyway, happy trannying
Julie
xx