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The Health Club by Snow_Girl This started as a thread in another story that just became its own thing. It may be reposted to any free archive, but please notify me if you do. Comments and praise can be e-mailed to [email protected] ***** Springtime crept up on Alex like a lion stalking a fat, slothful animal on the African plains. He had really let himself go over the winter, and when the beautiful spring weather arrived, he was woefully out of shape. He only stood five feet and nine inches high, but he weighed over one hundred and sixty five pounds and had a nice roll of fat hanging over his belt. Last fall, his girlfriend Tracy moved in and she spent all winter cooking. She was a gourmet cook, and Alex would eat anything she put on his plate. By February, he was wearing heavy sweaters to hide his bulk, and by March, he was twenty pounds heavier than he was before Tracy moved in. Even with her gift for cooking, Tracy was thin and beautiful. An inch shorter than Alex, she was slim and attractive. Straight blond hair, pert breasts, and a round ass, she was a real girly-girl who seemed to delight in skirts, heels, fashion magazines, days at the beauty salon, and racy lingerie at night. She was blessed with a fast metabolism and a perfect figure. Alex, unfortunately, was cursed with a slow metabolism and a body that needed some serious work. On a warm night in early April, it finally came out into the open. Tracy pulled on a blue sundress for a night out while Alex had problems finding a shirt that didn't accentuate his belly. They went to the movies and came home ready for a night of hot springtime sex. Alex was turned on by his girlfriend's toned body and slim legs. He pulled her blue dress off. Tracy unbuttoned his shirt, uncovering his now undeniable belly. "Honey, you're getting fat," she laughed as she poked his love handles. "I know, but it's your own fault, sweetie pie! If you weren't such a good cook, I wouldn't be eating seconds night after night." That was laughed off as they rolled into bed with each other, but it bothered Alex for the next couple of days. He was getting fat, and he wasn't happy about it either. So he started looking for a health club. The first two that he checked out were franchise gyms that were overpriced, overcrowded, and poorly equipped. After a week of searching, he didn't think he was going to find anything better than that. Then, he spotted an ad in the paper for Total Body Health Center. A sexy woman in a leotard stood next to a muscular guy just like all the other ads, but something about this one held Alex's attention. The woman was beautiful; she had black hair that fell to her shoulders, dark eyes that stared at Alex, and beautiful hips. The shiny leotard made her look even sexier, and staring at the curves of her body made Alex's cock twitch in his pants. Total Body was offering a free consultation and every workout was conducted by a personal trainer. The ad promised to give you the body you've always dreamed about in just six weeks, and at a price that was unbeatable. This sounded good to Alex. By mid-May, he'd be back to the buff, sex-machine shape that he had last year. He didn't even need to be a buff, sex-machine. He loved Tracy, she was the proverbial one in a million, and if he needed to stay in shape to keep her happy (and cooking), then let the workouts begin. "Hey, Tracy, check this ad out." Tracy came over to the couch from the kitchen. "You going to start working out?" "Gotta get rid of this, you know." Alex lifted up his shirt and patted his belly. "I can't wait to see what the body is that you've always dreamed about." Alex pointed to the muscular man. "I'll make him look like a weakling, babe." "Well, if it's my fault you're fat, maybe I'll join up and get fit, too." That night, Tracy stood naked in front of the mirror, examining her body. She was beautiful, she knew that. Her body was fit, but she longed to know what it would be like to be strong. Alex loved her dearly, but he treated her like she would break in two if she had to open a jar or carry a bag of groceries. She looked at her small hands and sighed. All her life she had been treated like a little doll, with her blond hair, blue eyes, and slim frame. Parents, teachers, boyfriends, and bosses; every man in her life would let her get away with murder if she wanted, but nobody would let her pull her own weight. She was beautiful, but she was tired of being treated like she couldn't do anything but stand on the sidelines and be pretty. Everyone in high school wanted her to be a cheerleader, but she refused. She was a cheerleader for everything else in her life, there was no need to wear a special uniform for it. She wanted to play basketball and not have everybody relax their defense for her, just so the pretty girl can play too. She wanted men to stop staring at her on the street, making lewd gestures with their tongue, just because she was a pretty girl. She didn't want to be exempt from lifting heavy boxes or running through the rain just because she wore a skirt. Sometimes it seemed that men wouldn't let her do anything just because she looked attractive. Sometimes wearing skirts and dresses were just annoying. Pantyhose got runs, heels made her legs hurt, plus she made less money than Alex and spent more on clothes and makeup. I just don't want to be treated like a little doll, she thought. I just want the people at the gym to treat me like an equal. Alex and Tracy went down to check out Total Body the next day. Half the people there must have been models, because the men were bulging with muscle and the women were as sexy and lithe as supermodels. Alex was ready to sign up the moment they walked in, just to work out near the babes in spandex and lycra outfits. Tracy is hot, Alex thought, but it never hurts to hang out with gorgeous women. Alex's free consultation was with a trainer named Chuck, whose shoulders seemed to be twice as wide as Alex's. Chuck gave Alex a firm handshake that almost broke Alex's hand and took him into the weight room. Alex thought he was prepared for a workout, but Chuck had him worn out within fifteen minutes - and that was just the stretching. Sit-ups, chin-ups, push-ups, run a quarter mile. Chuck pushed him like a drill sergeant. In the weight room, Alex could barely bench press seventy pounds. More than half the weights had to come off the bar before Alex could lift more than three repetitions. Alex was embarrassed, but that's why he was here. By the end of six weeks, he'd look like Chuck. He groaned inside thinking about the endless repetitions and weightlifting, the protein powders and the near-constant working to the point of exhaustion. He didn't particularly need to be Chuck's size, but if it made Tracy happy, he would gladly work for it. Chuck offered some listless encouragement to Alex during the workout. When it was over, he told Alex that he'd have a fantastic body in just six weeks, but he would really have to push himself for it. Alex sighed, but he wasn't here to quit. By the time Alex was finished with his session, Tracy was already filling out the paperwork to join. Her trainer was a muscle-bound man named Mario. He was tall, dark, and radiated strength, and Tracy was talking with him about playing for the gym's intramural basketball team. Alex blazed through the paperwork. Name, address, basic health questions. Then he stopped and paused at the next question. There was the question, "Describe your perfect body," and a blank space for the answer. He looked at Tracy. She had finished her paperwork and was talking basketball with Mario again. He looked at her beautiful blond hair and her sexy legs. She was wearing her pink spandex shorts with a black leotard, a look that drove Alex wild. He hurriedly wrote down, "My perfect body is whatever Tracy finds sexy." Then he quickly initialed all the lines of the waiver and handed his form back to Chuck. Chuck simply shook his hand again, firm enough to hurt, again, then gave Alex two boxes of nutritional supplements. "The pink one is for you, and the black one is for Tracy. Eat one pouch in the morning, then one at night just before you come in to work out. See you Monday." When Alex started up on the next Monday, he gave a silent prayer of thanks. His trainer was Amy, a sexy brunette who looked a lot like the woman from the ad. She was a little shorter than Alex, with firm breasts that were held firmly down by a black sports bra. Amy's belly was flat, and her hips were full and round. The spandex shorts made her perfect figure even sexier. Alex smiled as Amy led him to the first workout station... If doing it for his girlfriend wasn't enough, a sexy trainer like this was all the inspiration he'd need. Amy put Alex through a long series of stretches and he was embarrassed when he could barely touch his toes. "Guess I'm just a little out of shape." Alex joked. "If you put a donut by my toes I could reach them." Amy wasn't easy on him. "Flexibility is the key, Alex. If you aren't limber you are more likely to get injured. You're doing this for Tracy, aren't you?" "Yep. I'm her man, and I don't want her running off with some better looking guy." Amy laughed at that. "Well, if you don't want her running off with someone else, the first step is definitely to loosen you up. I'll want to see you kick your foot over your head before we're through." This time it was Alex's turn to laugh. "If you can get my leg kicking that high, more power to you." Tracy was assigned Chuck to be her personal trainer. On their first workout, Chuck brought her into the weight room to lift free weights and hit the punching bag. Tracy was scared but Chuck didn't seem to care. The weight room full of hugely muscled men and the smell of old sweat. None of the weightlifters even gave her a second look. "Chuck, I don't know if I can do this. I've never lifted free weights before and..." Chuck silenced her with a look. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Then he pointed to the bench press. "Lie down there and grab the bar." "But... but I don't think..." "Lie down and grab the bar. You'll love it." She felt out of place in her workout tights and sports bra. She was used to men staring at her breasts or her ass, especially in her workout outfits, but in here, nobody had looked twice at her. Hesitantly, Tracy laid down on the weight bench and grabbed the bar. "Now on the count of three, lift it up, slowly lower it to your chest, and push it upwards." "But it's too heavy!" "Nonsense. Just do it." Tracy closed her eyes and pushed the bar upward. She didn't think she could move it. She thought this was a good idea, but as soon as her muscles started to tense up and burn, she stopped. "I don't think I can do this, Chuck. This isn't a good idea." "Bullshit. You can do it. Are you here to work or to be treated like a little girl?!" Tracy lay back down and took a deep breath. She thought about all the times in her life she wasn't allowed to do things because she was a girl. She thought about the math teacher who wouldn't let her take calculus because she should have taken home economics. She got angry, and she used her anger to push the heavy bar upwards. She slowly lowered it to her chest, feeling her breasts push against the back of her hands, then she lifted the bar up. The feeling was exhilarating. Moving that weight, and feeling the strength in her arms, she felt energized. Tracy did eight reps then put the bar back on the stands and popped up off the weight bench. "WOW! That was great. What's next?" Alex and Tracy came home that night exhausted and they both fell into bed immediately. The second day was even rougher on Alex. Amy was drilling him on the proper form for each exercise, and she was working muscles that Alex didn't know that he had. He could barely lift his arms after the end of the third day. He wasn't lifting any heavy weights, but with Amy making him do each exercise with perfect workout form, he could barely lift the light weights she had him working with. "You're so used to pushing weights around improperly that your muscles need to be taught how to do the exercise correctly. Once you can do each lift correctly, then we'll put more weight on." Alex wanted to argue with Amy's logic, but his muscles were too tired to put up a fight. Each workout left him dripping with sweat in the sauna, relaxing in the hot steam. That was the best part of the workout, just letting his body soak in the steam, feeling the agony in his muscles melting away... After three workouts, Amy told Alex that he had little stamina and a poor cardiovascular system, so she added a half hour of stationary bicycles or stairmasters instead of free weights. Alex didn't mind that. His arms were killing him, and he didn't think he could keep pushing himself like that. Plus, the stairmaster was great because there were always sexy women in leotards huffing and puffing all around him. Sometimes, he was the only guy in the room, and he would spend his workout staring like a kid in a candy store. Tracy loved her workouts. After three days at the gym, Chuck told her that nautilus machines were built for sissies, and they would be concentrating on free weights. On Thursday, she spent all day at work looking forward to hitting the gym, and that heavy odor of sweat and exertion. Nobody cared what her hair looked like or if her nails were polished. In fact, nobody cared what she looked like, just how much weight she could lift. The night before, Tracy looked at her drawer full of leotards and tights and decided she wouldn't ever wear them again. It was a pain in the ass to pull them on and keep the leotard from riding up, and washing them by hand so they didn't lose their color or elasticity was tedious. She only had one pair of spandex shorts, but she could wear those day after day. In the weight room, nobody would care. When he came home from the gym on Friday night, Alex realized that he missed eating Tracy's home cooked meals, but she was getting home from the gym too late to cook. It was her first week in the weight room, and she must be taking her time learning the exercises. Besides, the weight room was always crowded and it took longer to get in a full workout, Alex rationalized. He thought about cooking up a dinner. Tracy would love it, and since I'm getting home first, it's easier for me to make a dinner. I'll just throw together a salad and broil some fish, just to eat something other than that nutritional supplement the gym gave him. They didn't taste that bad, but the fake strawberry taste was a far cry from one of Tracy's dinners. By the first weekend, Alex had already lost five pounds and Tracy was feeling stronger. Sex had always been good, but now it was definitely better. Alex slowed down and stroked Tracy with long strokes instead of just pounding away, and they made love for hours on Saturday night. Alex thought about Amy's attempts to build up his endurance and laughed. He was sure this wasn't what she meant, but hour-long sessions of lovemaking were just as exhausting as the stairmaster, and the end result was much more pleasurable. After Monday, though, Alex started feeling frustrated. He wanted to be lifting weights like Tracy was, not working out on nautilus machines; but Amy wouldn't allow it. "Tracy needs strength," she reasoned. "You need to lose weight and regain some flexibility, because without that, weight training will only lead to injury. You also have a poorly balanced diet which is why you've got the fat-free nutritional supplement and Tracy gets the protein complex." "Come on, Amy. I'm just about the only guy in here. It's kind of embarrassing." Amy poked his belly. "No more embarrassing than this. Do you just want big arm muscles, or do you want to be toned and healthy?" "Toned and healthy is great, but I do want to work out." "You really want a workout, okay. Starting tomorrow, you'll take the intermediate aerobics class at seven. If you can get through that class, we'll go back straight to free weights. If you don't, then you'll stop complaining and do what I tell you, okay?" "You've got a deal," Alex said. Tracy thought it was cute, the thought of Alex taking an aerobics class. She warned them how tough they could get, and liked the idea of Alex building his endurance that way. The next day, Alex couldn't make it past the first half hour of the aerobics class without sitting down to catch his breath. To make matters worse, Amy wanted Alex to stop using the weight machines and take the aerobics dance class for three days a week from now on. "This was the deal, and if you trust me, we'll get you in shape in no time." Amy also insisted that he start wearing spandex shorts and a tight tank top for his workouts - especially for his aerobics lessons. "Your baggy shorts and shirts don't let the dance instructor see how your body is moving," Amy told him. "It's all about form. This is why ballerinas wear tights, they help the instructor see exactly how the muscles in your arms and legs are working." Alex was momentarily afraid she wanted him to wear a leotard and tights like all the other women in the class, and was thankful when Amy stopped there. Amy did give him a list of recipes for low fat, nutritious meals he could cook if he wanted to skip some of the powdered supplements. Part of Alex wanted to quit, but he couldn't let Tracy down. He had to admit that after two weeks, he was in remarkably better shape, and Tracy was lavishing praise on him daily. He couldn't quit for that reason alone. Disappointing Tracy was out of the question, and if listening to Amy's advice ultimately made Tracy happy, then so be it. The next day, Alex went out and bought a pair of spandex shorts before he went to the grocery store. He tried the shorts on and was pleasantly surprised. The spandex was comfortable, and fortunately it was in black, but Alex still didn't want to wear it. It made him feel girly, but he was losing weight and looking better. Soon, I'll start building muscle again. Soon. A week of aerobics just made Alex feel weaker and farther away from lifting weights than he could ever had imagined. He couldn't believe how athletic all the women in the class were. He wasn't out of place just because he wore a pair of spandex shorts and a t-shirt in a class full of women wearing colorful leotards... he was out of place because all these women could move in circles around him. Kicking over their head, jumping and spinning around, Alex couldn't keep up, and by the end of each class, he was gasping for breath. At least the music was pretty good, and the ladies he was dancing next to... working out with, Alex corrected himself, were nice enough and encouraged him along. Alex showered after class and admired himself in the mirror. He wasn't building muscle, but he was looking pretty good. He got dressed and brushed his hair out in front of the mirror, wishing there was a hair dryer so he wouldn't be going outside with wet hair. He was hungry when he left the locker room, and didn't know when Tracy was coming home. He looked in the weight room and her trainer was showing her how to use the punching bag. Tracy was swinging at it with gusto, oblivious at Alex's little attempts to get her attention. Three women from Alex's aerobics class walked by, and asked what was going on. Alex was embarrassed to admit that his girlfriend was ignoring him to work on a heavy punching bag. The ladies were all sympathetic, and they fell into an animated discussion to console Alex. One of them, Nicole, told Alex how her husband was the same way. "Once he starts in on that bag, nothing else matters. I could stand naked and masturbating with a vibrator right next to him and he wouldn't notice a thing." Jennifer held Alex's arm while she told Alex what she always did to get her husband's attention after a workout - she cooked his favorite dinner. On a pink slip of paper, she jotted down a simple pasta recipe for Alex to use. Jennifer's voice was soothing, and her touch eased Alex's frustrations. The other two ladies teasingly suggested that Alex dress in a sexy outfit for the gym to keep his lover's attention. At a loss, he went home and started to boil water for some pasta while waiting for Tracy. She came home almost an hour later, and Alex felt annoyed that she was late. The dinner Alex cooked was cold and congealed, but she didn't care. "I was hitting the big punching bag, like this!" Tracy jumped back and forth in front of Alex, jabbing and swinging. "Oh, Alex, I love those workouts. Tomorrow he's going to show me how to use the speed bag." Alex felt his jealousy burn. Tracy was talking about how great Chuck was, and he felt ripped off that Amy had him doing the stairmaster and silly little aerobics. He was also frustrated that she didn't even notice the dinner he cooked, and that she didn't care that is was ruined. There wasn't anything he could do about it, though, so he let Tracy tell her story and he tried his best to act interested. "Don't worry, honey. You look fantastic, and that's what matters." Tracy was right, he had lost almost ten pounds since he started. She nuzzled his ear and started kissing his neck. "Sorry about dinner, Trace." "I'm not in the mood for dinner right now." Tracy licked the back of his neck and chewed gently on his ear. Alex felt a shudder of excitement run up his spine, and he gladly followed Tracy to the bedroom. Tracy stepped up to the speed bag and tried to do what Chuck had told her. "Hit the bag with a rhythm. You control that rhythm, not the bag." She lifted her arms and hit the bag a couple of times, but it flopped around listlessly. She tried again, but after two or three hits, she couldn't get it. "Lift up your left hand and square off your shoulders,' a huge bodybuilder told her. Tracy lifted up her hands and took a couple of tentative swings. "Like this?" "Yeah... you got it." Tracy took a few more swings, and this time she did have it. The bag started thumping in a satisfying rhythm. BANGthumpBANGthumpBANGthump. Her shoulders and forearms started to burn almost immediately, but it felt good. What felt better was how that bodybuilder had looked at her. Like a colleague and not a sexy little girl. She liked how that felt, and not wanting to be weak, she pushed herself until her arms and shoulders ached. Chuck was next to her, smiling. "That's the way to do it! Good job, Trace!" A week later, Alex felt proud that he made it all the way through an aerobics class without stopping to catch his breath. After class, Jennifer ran over and gave him a big hug. So did Lynn and Nicole and Jane and Sarah. "You're getting so good..." "Look at how much higher you can get your leg..." "You're so thin..." "Your arms look great..." "You could be teaching class in a week..." "Let's go get a drink to celebrate!" Alex couldn't say no to all his new friends, and Tracy wouldn't be home for another hour, so he let all his new lady friends take him out for a night of gossip. At the end of four weeks, Alex was looking much more trim and Tracy was much more energetic. The sex was almost too intense to bear. They fucked for an hour every night, and Tracy really got into it. She rolled on top of Alex and thrust herself at him, riding Alex until it started to feel like she had the penis and she was fucking him. Alex thought about that, about his girlfriend fucking him, pounding into him relentlessly... She was definitely getting stronger. One night, as she approached her orgasm, she held Alex's wrists down and thrashed about wildly on Alex's cock. Alex strained to get up, but he couldn't move, he couldn't break Tracy's grip. He felt so helpless, pinned under his girlfriend, unable to move, feeling her strength hold him down... he could do nothing but hold on and wait for Tracy to finish fucking him. Tracy was laying flat on her back, looking up at Chuck the trainer spotting the barbell for her. "Push it up! Push it!" Chuck ordered. Tracy flexed her arms and slowly pushed the bar up. Exhaling deeply, she lowered it to her chest then pushed it up again. Chuck reached down and pushed her unruly blond hair out of her face. I'm going to have to do something about that... maybe cut it off. But first, I'm going to lift this weight one more time, she thought. Tracy felt the power pushing out of her arms, the strength that lifted the bar up and controlled it on the way down. It was power, and she loved it. Looking around, she saw she was the only woman in the weight room. Most of the guys here were serious bodybuilders or just guys with incredible physiques. She marveled at all the power that those bulging muscles promised. She was surprised to feel envy instead of lust. She didn't want to lock her legs around any of these guys and ride their hardness; she wanted to feel her muscles flexing with the same power. She wanted to feel the strength of the guy who could curl fifty-pound dumbbells. She looked around and felt out of place in her spandex shorts and sports bra. Tomorrow, she would raid Alex's closet and do her workout in shorts and a t-shirt. The aerobics class ended late. Then all the girls circled up to talk for fifteen minutes. Last night, Sarah's boyfriend admitted cheated on her and she was devastated. They all promised to take her out to cheer her up. Alex gave Sarah his phone number and told her to call him if she wanted to talk to somebody. Sarah almost started crying and gave Alex a big hug. Alex would have stayed with Sarah, but Amy was going work him out on the nautilus machines, at last. She had him working on his lower body, mostly his hips and buttocks. The weights weren't heavy, but Alex felt his muscles burning to do the exercises. He was happy to be in the weight room, but he kept getting distracted. He kept looking at the television, or wishing he had his walkman to listen to. It felt like forever since he had worked out with weights and he was completely exhausted when Amy was finished with him. He almost fell asleep in the sauna, feeling the hot steam sink into his aching muscles. Several women from the aerobics class were still in the sauna with their towels wrapped around their chests. When he left the sauna, Alex wrapped his towel around his chest, too, for the walk back to the locker room. In the shower, Alex closed his eyes and felt the water running all over him. When he opened his eyes, he wasn't alone. Chuck, the trainer, was there. Alex had lost weight, but even if he hadn't, he would have felt dwarfed by Chuck. Chuck's naked body was magnificent. Every muscle perfectly defined, with a huge cock hanging between his legs. Alex wondered what it would be like for Chuck to give him a bear hug, to just wrap him up in those strong arms. To have those strong arms wrapped around my body... Alex's eyes lingered on Chuck's cock as Alex wrapped a towel around his chest and headed for the lockers. Too tired to change back into his street clothes, he pulled his button down shirt on top of his spandex shorts and headed home. That night, Tracy was fired up and jumped on Alex the moment he came in the door. She pushed him up against the wall and started kissing his neck. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me now." Alex was exhausted. He wanted to lie down and rest, and he wanted to get the lingering image of Chuck's cock out of his head. Tracy wouldn't stop, though. Her hands raced up and down his back. She pulled at his shirt and practically tore his pants off. They were getting loose, Tracy noticed, I might have to take him shopping for a new wardrobe. Too tired to fight, Alex let Tracy lead him to the bedroom. He also noticed how loose his pants were getting, but shopping was the last thing on his mind tonight. Tracy liked the look of Alex's spandex shorts, staring at the way they hugged the firm curves of his ass turned her on and made her hungrier for sex. Her pussy was burning for a hard cock and the bulge in Alex's shorts would have to do. Wow... he has really lost weight, Tracy thought... He looks like my size, now. I wonder if.... She had a sneaky little thought that she filed away for later. Now she needed sex. Alex let Tracy dominate the sex that night, and Tracy hungrily rode his cock for an hour before she let Alex rest. She looked down at him, with his smooth chest and asked "Honey, can I wear your workout shorts to the gym tomorrow?" "Ummm... I don't know." "Come on. You're wearing those lovely spandex shorts now." Tracy wanted to twist his arm until he gave up, but she held back... for now. Alex sighed. Might as well let her, he thought. With that wild look in her eye, she won't give up until I do. "Sure, honey, but I'm going to want them back once I start lifting weights again." Alex closed his eyes to go to sleep. He was upset because he kept thinking about Chuck's cock, and he didn't come until he imagined that he was stroking Chuck's hard cock with his delicate hand. Alex was upset because the thought of stroking Chuck's cock didn't turn him off at all... the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to. Best not to tell Tracy that, though, Alex thought. Tracy just smiled at him. "Thanks, sugar. I'll get them from your gym bag in the morning." She had plans. The next day, Alex signed in at Total Body and went to his locker to change. He opened up his gym bag and almost dropped it from the shock. Tracy hadn't just taken his gym shorts, she had swapped bags with him entirely. He had his shoes, but everything else was hers. The bag was full of ultra-feminine workout gear. White lycra tights, blue tights, tight grey leggings, pink-trimmed socks, a thong, panties, two sports bras... there was just one pair of shorts and they were her bright pink spandex shorts. There wasn't even a t-shirt, just a slinky white sleeveless leotard with a scoop neck. There wasn't time to go home and get new clothes. He thought about skipping class tonight, but he had been looking forward to his aerobics class all day. Amy wanted to work out on weights again after class, and since Alex didn't do so well on the machines last time, he really wanted to try again. Besides, Sarah had a big confrontation with her boyfriend last night and Alex wanted to know if she forgave him, and if he didn't go to class, he wouldn't find out until tomorrow. Burning with embarrassment, Alex held up the pink shorts. Tracy loved feminine things, and Alex had loved to look at her ass inside these shorts. They sparkled and were unmistakably neon pink girls shorts. All his new girl friends in aerobics wore shorts like this, but other than the color, they weren't much different from his black spandex shorts. Slowly, he pulled on the bright pink shorts. He thought about wearing the blue tights because they would match his sneakers, and sometimes guys wore workout tights. But since he was going to have to wear the white leotard, it would be too unmistakably girly with the blue tights. The locker room was half full, but Alex found an empty corner of the locker room to try on the white leotard. It fit, and with his recent weight loss, he didn't look unattractive, either. The leotard showed off his nearly flat belly and pectoral muscles that had gotten bigger, somehow. His chest was looking almost built, Alex thought. Turning around in front of the mirror, he noticed that while his waist was thinning out. He wasn't losing any weight from his butt, which was still round and that disturbed Alex. Guess I need more time on the stairmaster, too, or maybe I need to change that nutritional supplement. He took one more look at himself in the mirror. Throwing his shoulders back, he still looked like a man... He was a man, but wearing hot pink spandex shorts and a white sleeveless, scoop necked leotard. If I shaved my legs, I would look good in this, Alex thought. Like a dancer... Some of the bodybuilders might think I'm gay, but I'd look good... The thought of bodybuilders staring at his body actually made Alex proud. So what if I don't have giant muscles, I'm lean and toned and look good, he thought. Here in the men's locker room, though, wearing his girlfriend's leotard, Alex still felt embarrassed. Maybe I can get one that doesn't fit so girlishly, he thought. Alex waited until nobody was looking then he ran for the door. Nobody saw the pink and white blur dash across the locker room, but Alex ran right into Chuck at the entrance to the lockers. Chuck was so solid that Alex almost bounced right off him, and he might have even fallen down if Chuck hadn't caught him. Chuck had one hand on Alex's shoulder, and it felt like he could lift Alex over his head if he wanted to. That strength made Alex a little afraid until Chuck smiled at him. "Nice workout gear. Did you switch with Tracy?" Alex nodded. That smile made the strong hand on his shoulder feel warmer, comforting, almost like Tracy's grip on his arms when they had sex. "Yes, we got our bags mixed up." Alex's leotard didn't seem to bother Chuck one bit. "You're looking good, there. What's it been, five weeks?" Chuck asked. "Yes, almost." "Good! Keep it up. One more week, you'll look terrific." Chuck's compliment echoed through Alex's head through the whole aerobics class. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror during class and felt proud. He did look good, even in pink. He was getting more flexible, was keeping up with the rest of the ladies in the aerobics class, and when Amy came to lead him through a session on the nautilus machines, he gave her a nice high kick that brought his foot up over his head. Tracy worked hard that night, boosting her maximum weight by ten percent. The thought of Alex wearing her workout clothes gave her an extra edge. She wondered what he was wearing... did he have the courage to wear the tights? If not, maybe she would shave his legs tonight and make him wear them tomorrow. Thinking about dressing Alex up gave her a thrill, and she pushed the weights even harder. She loved the sweaty t-shirt and baggy shorts she was wearing. They were dirty and ragged, but they felt like power... these were clothes for people interested in strength and working out, not looking good. Tracy craved that strength, lifting weights was giving her an endorphin buzz like no aerobics class or stairmaster session ever did. Chuck pushed her hard, too, and she liked that. Chuck respected her, and treated her like an equal. No giving her credit because she was a girl, no letting her off easy. She looked at herself in the mirror. Only three weeks of training and already her arms and shoulders were getting solid definition. Her legs were bigger, but more muscular. Her pectorals were definitely stronger because her breasts hardly jiggled when she worked out anymore. She struck a pose in front of the mirror and realized what was going on. By this time next week, she wouldn't even need the sports bra. That thought turned her on, and she hit the bench press one more time. This time, she got one hundred and forty pounds up and down six times. That night, Alex had gotten home first. He was too embarrassed to shower or change at the club, so he rushed into the locker room for his bag and then rushed home. Two men were walking into the health club as Alex was walking out. Embarrassed, Alex kept his head down and let his long bangs hide his face. Without a word, one of the men held the door open for him and the other man stepped aside to let Alex through. Glad to make it home without an incident, he peeled off the pink shorts and the leotard. He wasn't angry with Tracy anymore, it was probably just an honest mistake, he thought. She would never do that to me on purpose. The hot shower felt good on Alex's aching body. After washing off, he looked at the hair under his arms. Wearing that sleeveless leotard really made his hairy armpits look unpleasant. He looked at his body carefully, and it was in good shape. The fat was gone, his belly was shrinking, his legs were sleek, and his chest was getting a little bigger. He looked at his arms and thought about bulking them up with muscles and decided against it. I like this look, and shaving that hair off my legs would look better, Alex thought, and before he had second thoughts, he started in. After the shower, he used some of Tracy's moisturizer and admired his body in the mirror. He really looked good, if only his butt weren't so big... Alex prepared another pasta dish for dinner, because the carbs would give him plenty of low-fat energy for his class tomorrow. Tracy wolfed down two plates as soon as she came home from her workout. Alex admired how strong and toned her arms looked. She must be getting really strong. After dinner, she headed off to the shower while Alex did the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. Tracy showered off and smiled, remembering Alex's shaved legs. Just a matter of time, she thought. Her hand rubbed her crotch and she dreamed of having a cock, having a powerful member between her legs. She thought of Alex and his hairless legs, wearing her pink shorts. Correction, she thought, HIS pink shorts. The thought turned her on and she started masturbating. Stroking her clit heavily, she pounded on it like a cock, thinking about Alex's sexy ass and his smooth legs. She thought about the clothes she had in her wardrobe and how she wanted to see them on him... she would dress him like a little doll and she would fuck him like a whore... she couldn't wait. The next week, Tracy came in before her workout to play basketball in the gym. She had never felt better, and she was treated just like one of the guys. She was the third one picked for her team, and she played hard. Every part of her felt strong as she rifled passes across the court and took shots from the perimeter. She set picks and wasn't afraid to block with her body, and she picked up a couple of nasty bruises during the game. The bruises just pushed her to lift even harder when she got to the weight room. Alex never asked where his old shorts were, and after a couple of days, he even started wearing the grey leggings to his aerobics class. Alex asked Amy if he could stop lifting weights. Maybe it was the gym at Total Body, but he found it boring to lift weights when he could get a strong workout by dancing and moving around. Sitting in a room filled with rank sweat and brutish guys banging iron and acting like pigs wasn't much fun. At the start of week six, Alex spent a whole workout staring at his body in the mirror. His waist had shrunk considerably, to the point where he had fully rounded hips. His thighs were sleek and his calves were tight, especially under the thin grey leggings. His chest was getting bigger, though that wasn't entirely true. His breasts were getting bigger, and everything else was melting away. there was no denying that. While he was dancing left and right, kicking his legs, and spinning around, how had he not noticed that before? How had he missed the small valley of cleavage he was developing? Well, the leotard is holding them firmly in place, he reasoned. If they get bigger, I might be able to wear Amy's old sports bras. She has the bright blue one that would look great with the white tights. Maybe I could get another one to wear with the black tights with the white stripe... Thoughts of Amy's workout clothes filled his head. He remembered all the old outfits she used to wear. He was disappointed she didn't like wearing them anymore, but if they fit him, then they wouldn't go to waste. Besides, Tracy looked sexy enough in an old t-shirt and shorts. During class, Alex idly wondered about the rest of her clothes. If he could wear her leotards, maybe he should try wearing one of those long skirts he liked so much. Maybe he should just go get his own. Sarah and Jennifer wanted to take him shopping, so maybe they would go this weekend while Tracy played basketball with the guys. Alex just finished changing for class when Tracy walked into the men's locker room with two bodybuilders. For a moment, Alex felt embarrassed and crossed his arms over his chest to cover himself up. Tracy was too busy flexing her biceps and talking about baseball season, and she didn't even notice Alex cowering in the corner. As soon as she was gone, he ran out of the locker room. Class was difficult tonight, and he was exhausted. After a long steam in the sauna, Alex wrapped his towel around his chest and sauntered back to the men's locker room. He hesitated at the door and closed his eyes. Touching the door made him nervous and uncomfortable. The showers weren't great and it smelled bad in there. Thinking about all the big men stomping around, yelling and laughing and flexing muscles while he spent more and more time trying to hide in the corner or dash in and out unseen. I wonder if they'd let me switch to the women's locker room. I've already seen Jennifer and Sarah naked as they adjusted their towels in the sauna, and they wouldn't object. Maybe the club could make an exception for me. Right now, though, all my clothes are in here. Pulling his towel a little tighter around his breasts, he held his breath and went inside. Alex went pale when he got back to his locker and found it nearly empty. There was a note in Tracy's handwriting that said WEAR THIS sitting on top of a folded pile of clothes. He knew what was waiting for him when he picked up the note. It was inevitable, wasn't it, Alex asked himself? He was turning into a woman, and he was letting it happen. She was feminizing him. It all clicked. "My perfect body is whatever Tracy finds sexy." She was getting bigger and stronger. He was becoming her ideal lover. If she was strong and manly, then her ideal lover would have to be soft and girly. He was soft and girly. Alex looked around, mortally embarrassed to be in the men's locker room. If he was turning into a woman, he shouldn't be in here. He saw there was only one other guy in the men's locker room and he was headed for the showers, so maybe if Alex got dressed quickly, he could make it out unseen. He unfolded the clothes and found a black knit sweater dress. It was ribbed, with short sleeves and a twin set sweater to match it. There was a simple black bra that he fumbled to get around his chest. It was a 34C, Tracy's old size. He pulled the straps up over his shoulders and didn't know whether he wanted to laugh or cry when his budding breasts didn't fill up the cups. Either way, he had definitely developed breasts. Firm and round, with a dark nipple, he had a woman's chest. He slipped the ribbed dress on over his head and pulled on the matching sweater, automatically adjusting it to hang nicely over his back. He looked at the mirror and saw his face on a sexy woman's body. Only it wasn't quite his face anymore, was it? The lips seemed fuller, the cheekbones a little more prominent... He had the body he once dreamed of, just not in this way, he thought ironically. His hair hung to his shoulders, and was lighter, wavier than it used to be... Inside the bag was a brush that he ran through his hair until it was smooth and shiny, then a black clip pulled his hair back off of his face and into a sporty ponytail. The soft tug of the hair clip, like the straps of the bra, made him painfully aware of his new femininity. The dress fell to just above mid-thigh, and his bare legs looked sexy as they curved out from the bottom of the dress. He started thinking about shoes... do I wear the gym shoes or Tracy's pumps? I can't go barefoot, but I'm still a man... at least for now. He caught another glimpse of himself in the mirror with the soft dress curving around his body, and he wanted to put on a little makeup, just to even out his complexion... Barefoot, he pulled a tube of blush out of the locker and brushed just a touch on his cheeks. A little eyeliner to bring out my eyes... then a touch of lipstick. Carefully gliding on a dark red shade, he smacked his lips and pouted at his reflection. I don't look bad in this dress. In fact, my figure would look pretty good if I could get rid of this little bulge... Alex thought. He didn't want to hide his cock - he still wanted to be a man - but part of him wasn't so sure any longer. For a moment, Alex missed the stale sweaty smell of the weight room, missed hanging out with the guys... but the aerobics class was much more fun. He loved the music, and the ladies in the class were getting to be very good friends. Waiting in the locker was a pair of black tights, lying in a cool puddle on the bottom of the locker. I've gone this far, the changes aren't stopping, I might as well surrender... I'm becoming a woman. He stopped and thought of that for a moment. A woman. He wondered how Tracy would feel about that, then he thought about her, about how she fucked him relentlessly, how she could pin him down, how she had been staring at his ass... she must have known... and then he thought about her muscles, about the rippling muscles of her back and shoulders and his cock stirred... He thought about her wonderfully feminine wardrobe with a thrill and he thought about being treated like a lady... it won't be that bad... I'll still have Tracy to take care of me... He held up the tights and set Tracy's black pumps on the floor. He looked at them for a moment. The workout clothes, the dress, even the bra, for some reason none of this had embarrassed Alex like the idea of wearing Tracy's black tights and her heels. It was a final act of submission, Alex knew. Or should it be Alexandra now? Alexandra. He liked the sound of that. He wriggled the opaque pair of black tights up his legs, tucked his little penis back, and slipped into Tracy's pumps. He was wearing Tracy's tights. They were now his tights. Like plunging into a pool of cold water, shocking at first, but comfortable once you were in it, these are my tights. They felt soft and nice and snug. Considering the way they shrink my little cock into nothing, it is just like plunging into cold water, Alexandra laughed. The workout clothes are one thing, sometimes men wear spandex, but only women wear tights. Only women wear high heels. I'm wearing tights and I'm wearing heels now. Look at the mirror, I don't look like a man at all. A man in a dress still looks like a man. These tights hide any trace of manliness. My crotch is smooth, my hips are round... his feet flexed in the heels and he found his balance was different now. Heaving his bag over his shoulder, Alexandra sauntered out of the men's locker room, and heart beating a mile a minute, he headed for home. He drove home slowly, letting his body revel in the feel of his new clothes. Alexandra was amazed at how comfortable the tights were. Soft, stretchy, they felt so nice against his legs that it made up for the discomfort that the three-inch pumps caused. He loved the freedom of his skirt and gently rubbed his thighs together the entire way home, letting the warm friction make his cock glow. As he drove home, he imagined he could feel his cock shrinking, his scrotum melting into his crotch, framing the new vagina that would be opening shortly. There was nothing about being a man that he missed anymore. He had closer friends, a better wardrobe, and a wonderful man to rely on. He shrugged his shoulders to feel the pull of his new breasts. His breasts felt heavy but supported in their bra, and he excitedly thought about all the sexy clothes in Tracy's closet that he would soon be wearing. He could spend an entire day just mixing and matching the wonderful outfits she wore, and once he got through her closet, the lure of shopping for more clothes thrilled him. He got home and found Tracy wearing one of his old black suits. He loved the way her shoulders looked under the single breasts jacket. She... make that he... was definitely taller than Alexandra now. Alexandra? How about Alexa? "You look very nice in that dress..." Tracy paused, waiting for him to answer. "Alexa. Call me Alexa now." "Alexa it is. I'm sticking with Tracy, and when I'm done working out, nobody will dare to make fun of it." She smiled, thinking about having the power to intimidate others that way. She felt something jump between her legs. A cock. Her cock. It slowly stirred and she had to reach down and adjust it. Staring at her feminized boyfriend, wondering if his pussy had opened up yet, she felt her first erection come on in a rush. Her new cock throbbed with power, demanding to be thrust into someone. She loved the new sensations. The power was intoxicating, the strength, the masculinity of her hard cock... She was a man, now. No more barbie doll treatments for her. >From now on, he would lead the way. Tracy reached his had out and pulled Alexa close. He kissed Alexa on the lips, firmly. His tongue pushing deep and hungrily into Alexa's mouth. Alexa had been thinking about cooking dinner for her man, but it was a little late for that. Maybe Tracy would just take her back to the bedroom and make her a woman. Tracy was torn. His body was demanding sex, but he wanted to show off his new girlfriend to the world. Perhaps a quiet dinner at the Italian restaurant where they had their first date so long ago? As a woman, the old Italian waiters had treated her like a lady. Doors held open, chair pulled out, and not a word about dinner or the check was spoken to her. Tracy thought about forcing Alexa into a particularly low cut black cocktail dress and stiletto heels, but he would wait to see what she chose for herself. If she wasnt girly enough, she might have to be punished. Even if she did dress like the sexy woman Alexa had become, Tracy might have to make sure she knows her new place by insisting on a humiliating blow job somewhere along the course of the evening. "Why don't you change for dinner? But don't you dare take as long as I usually did." Tracy told her. Alexa merely laughed and scampered back to the bedroom. She had thought about what to wear the whole way home, and it would take her just a minute, well, fifteen minutes to get ready. The End