Football: After I Dressed as a Woman and Tried to Scam the Squad

The two things Ivan Sebiato Aloga has regretted most since becoming a professional player: 1. Swapping numbers with Nesta. 2. Secretly dressing as a woman to shoot a cover for his own brand. The first means his fridge is never full. The snacks he hauls home himself get wiped out every few days, and he hates it. The second meant that after his studio was robbed, he had to dress as a woman again to make up for it. After a hectic day, he stumbled downstairs in a daze and ran into the last person he should have met at his most disheveled. He... both loved and hated it! If he had another chance, Ivan would be extra careful. But this is what happened: With his wig flying and his skirt swishing, he ran around a corner in full makeup and crashed headfirst into the chest of the man he admired most in all of Italy: Paolo Maldini! In the chaos, a red mark stood out on the man's pristine white shirt. The shade looked awfully familiar... Ivan quietly wiped his lower lip. Yep, it was exactly the same color as what came off on his finger. Up close, you could even make out the print of his lips. “Are you all right, miss?” Maldini didn't blame him. Seeing how pale the girl in front of him looked beneath all that makeup, he even asked if she was okay. The good news: His idol hadn't realized Ivan was a man, and was even concerned about him. What a great guy! The bad news: Ivan had a match tomorrow. He played striker, his opponents were Milan, and he would be facing his idol. No chance Maldini wouldn't recognize him! Ivan: Ha! Nothing could possibly be worse! A note before you read: The author is a true beauty enthusiast and a fake football fan, currently cramming on matches and autobiographies. I'll do my best to keep the characters in character, but there will definitely be plenty of creative liberties. Please be gentle when pointing them out, and go easy on me (hugs and nuzzles). A new novel coming soon: [Football] Cristiano's Kaka Reborn, gender-swapped Cristiano Ronaldo x reborn Kaka Cristiana had always known she had a natural gift for football. The “football” made from a bundle of old socks was soft and didn't bounce, but it obeyed her feet like nothing else. No one her age in the alley could beat her. The local scout sought her out, watched her play, and praised her. But so what? In 1995, Madeira had no women's football. When the scout learned her true gender, he left with regret. Cris had always known she had a natural gift for football. Unfortunately, she was destined never to fulfill it. But why did football and the clubs on TV all seem so familiar to her? The stadiums felt like places she'd been before, and the names were strangely dear to her. As the camera moved away from Alexander Ferguson, Cris pressed a hand to her racing heart. She couldn't shake the feeling that things weren't supposed to be this way. One night, after earning a little change by doing the neighbor's laundry, Cris bought an old football that had clearly passed through many hands. She sneaked away from her mother and climbed into Madeira Football Club. Facing the empty goal alone, she swung her slender ankle and struck the ball. It rocketed into the top corner! This was how it should be... “I should be the best player in the world!” The words came naturally to Cris. She turned around. “What do you think? You've been watching long enough, big guy!” “...” Ricardo didn't know what to think. Ricardo was utterly stunned! He'd been reborn, so how had his gorgeous Portuguese boyfriend turned into a girl?! With the gender mismatch, could they still dance their way through La Liga in the future? Wait, actually, this would make it much easier for them to dance down the wedding aisle... Ricardo wasn't sure. Ricardo was conflicted. Theme: Don't judge people by their appearance