Julie Visits the Gym
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Gyn-Gym
By Jennifer White
I moved in with my girlfriend Brooke. We were very happy
together. We did everything together. But there was only
one problem: she was such a great cook, that we both were
gaining weight. She liked to cook us big meals. And
dessert. And before you knew it, I was getting a little
hefty. And her too.
So she enrolled us at a local gym, so we could work out
together, and lose weight. The gym was once only for women,
but had recently opened up to men *and* women, so we got a
great rate. Brooke enrolled us in a couple of clinics.
The first day there was like hell for us both. We overdid
it, and ended up exhausted and hurting. I couldn't even do
five minutes on the Stairmaster, before I had to get off,
panting and wheezing. She was not much better on the
treadmill. Then we tried to life weights. Believe me, the
next day, we were both popping a lot of aspirins, and
stronger!
But we were resolute, and two days later, we went back
again. This time, there was an aerobic class we signed up
for. Again, we couldn't even make it half way through it
before we had to quit. But after a couple of weeks of this,
we started to build up stamina.
The frustrating thing when you work out is that at first,
there seems to be no result. We both weighed ourselves
every day, and didn't seem to lose any weight at all. But
we knew that we were on the right track, and in fact, over
time, we both started to lose a few pounds.
The machines were becoming easier to do, for longer and
longer times. We both decided that we didn't like the
weight machines, so we stuck with the cardio workouts.
***
Now since the gym had been women only until recently, the
vast majority of members were female. There were only a few
men, and we sort of kept to ourselves. I think that all of
us were there with our wives and girlfriends, and nobody
wanted to be seen talking to other women. And other women
sure didn't want to talk to a guy who was there with
another woman.
As we built up our cardio fitness, we both started working
out more often, and added to the intensity. Now we were
making more progress. We were charting our weight, using
cards the gym had provided on the wall, along with our
workouts.
It was funny because the cards showed the 'ideal' weight
for your body height. But the figures were all for women.
Oh well, it was still a good idea to chart your progress.
That way, you could see the results, which motivated you to
work out even more, and even harder.
***
I measured my waistline to see the progress. I was losing
weight in the waist at a fairly rapid pace. But some other
areas seemed slow to melt off the pounds. I asked a
personal trainer at the gym about this, but she assured me
that it was normal.
Brooke and I thanked her, and went into our aerobics class.
***
I was a little frustrated that my waist was now slimmer and
slimmer, but I wasn't losing weight in my hips and butt.
Because of this, I seemed to almost have an hourglass type
figure, which was embarrassing. I was looking at myself in
the mirror at home, and noticed something else.
My breasts had puffed up with fat, along with the rest of
me. My stomach had lost more weight recently, but not my
breasts. In fact, they looked even bigger to me than
before. I showed Brooke, but she said it was normal. She
gave me some cream to rub on them, which as supposed to
help firm them up. I started to apply it nightly before I
went to bed. I hoped it helped. I didn't like how I looked.
Perhaps I needed a personal trainer to help me lose in my
problem spots.
***
Okay, things were getting worse, not better. My legs were
shaping up, but my hips and butt were not reducing. My
waist was slimmer than it had been since I was in high
school, but my hips were still way too big. And my stomach
was getting flatter, and you could start to see the 'six
pack' muscles trying to show through the little bit of
remaining fat. Yet my breasts weren't any smaller. With the
receding stomach, they even seemed bigger now. The cream
helped firm them up as Brooke promised. So now instead of
sagging, they stayed pointy and erect.
In short, I was starting to look more and more like a
woman. Brooke was looking really good, really sexy and in
shape. But my body shape was looking even more feminine
than hers! I had to wear loose fitting clothes to work,
because if I wore something tight, I'd look like a woman in
men's clothes.
I complained to Brooke about it being a problem at the gym
too. My breasts were too bouncy, and embarrassed me. She
gave me one of her sports bras to wear, to keep them
flatter to my chest, and to reduce jiggling. I was lucky to
have an understanding girl like her. Most women would have
been upset that I had bigger breasts than she did.
***
I spoke to Eva, a trainer at the gym. I told her about my
problem. She said that she could put me on a program where
we could target the areas I needed help with. I was happy
that she'd be able to help me. It turns out that many women
have trouble with their hips and butts, so she was very
experienced in ways to help reduce around the middle of the
body. I started on her program right away.
Eva was a real taskmaster (taskmistress?). She pushed me
harder than ever. The exercises she made me do were hard!
When we were done, I hurt. But after only a couple of
weeks, I could start to see results. The hips didn't seem
much better, but my butt was starting to tighten up. This
was more like it. And over the next few weeks, it seemed
that all around my middle section, I was getting smaller.
But this was not all a good thing. When I looked at myself
in the mirror one day after getting out of the shower, it
sure seemed like my breasts were the same, or even bigger.
My hips were just as wide, even if my butt was good and
tight. And between my legs... it seemed smaller to me.
Brooke laughed when I asked her about it. She said it was
the same as it had always been. I was just looking at it
differently. But I wasn't so sure.
In fact, it was about a month later when I decided to
measure myself. I had the proportions of a shapely woman.
My breasts were 38C! I had a very narrow waist, but wide
hips. Just like a woman. And to top it off, my penis was
smaller for sure. I mean smaller! It was definitely
shrinking. My balls too. I showed Brooke, but she said she
just didn't see it.
I asked Eva about my breasts. She said that they were
lovely and firm.
"But I'm a guy! I don't want breasts like this! But they're
getting bigger! What am I supposed to do? I'm starting to
look like a girl!"
"Listen," she said "I'm not supposed to talk about drugs,
but I do have something I can sell you. These will help fix
your problem. Just take one in the morning, and one before
you go to bed."
She sold me the bottle of the little white oval pills for
$50. I swore up and down not to tell anyone.
***
I gave Eva's pills a month, before deciding that they
weren't helping. In fact, if anything, they were making
things worse. One morning I woke Brooke up, and showed her
between my legs. My penis was tiny! Only the tip was still
protruding. My testicles were nowhere to be seen having
pulled up inside me.
"Something is wrong!" I said in my voice, which seemed
somewhat squeaky to me lately. "Look how small this is!
It's pulling back in!"
"Oh come on. When you're cold, it always pulls back a bit.
You've complained to me before."
"But this is different!" I protested. "And look at my
breasts! I need to wear your bras now so they don't jiggle
all over. And I haven't shaved in weeks."
"If you really feel that way, we can go see a doctor. I'll
make an appointment. How does that sound?" she offered.
"That's great. Count me in."
***
Back at the gym, I had a strange experience one day. One of
the women who was working out there came up to me one day.
"Well miss, we've been talking, and we all thing you should
really shave your legs."
"Why?" I said.
"It's just unsightly for a woman to have all that hair! I
know you like the 'butch' look, but we hate seeing your
legs like that. Could you please shave them?"
"Uh... I'll think about it" I said.
When we went home and showered together, Brooke took her
razor, and held it up to me. She started to shave my legs.
And I just stood there and let her do it. I was stunned at
how great my legs looked! They were firm, lean, and sleek.
No fat on them at all. And now with no hair, they were hot!
I had great legs.
She shaved the rest of the hair on my chest (the rest had
been falling off on its own). I soon only had hair on my
head, and in my crotch, where you could no longer see my
penis at all. Where it had once protruded, now I had a
slit.
I looked up at Brooke, as she slid her finger into it and
explored. I gasped. The water ran down my body, over my
large breasts, down my firm sleek stomach, and over my
slit. When we got out of the shower and toweled off, I
looked in the mirror again. You could not tell that I was a
man. I looked just like a woman.
I had to wear a bra to support my large breasts. Brooke
gave me panties to wear, since they were cut better to fit
my body shape, instead of the boxers I used to wear. Next,
she offered me the clothes she had laid out for herself.
There was a skirt, and a peasant blouse, with ruffles at
the cuffs. I put it on, and was stunned at how pretty I
was!
She dressed up too, and told me to get in the car. We drove
to her doctor's office, and we signed in. When the
receptionist called her name, we both went back into the
office. It was then that I examined the doctor's degree on
the wall and noticed. I was at an OB-GYN!
The doctor came in, and examined me. She spread my legs
wide, did some poking and prodding. She did a Pap smear,
and took a blood sample.
"Now miss, it will take a few days to a week for the work
to come back from the lab. But from what I see, you're a
healthy woman. Make an appointment for a year from now, and
I'll see you then. Thanks."
She walked out the door, and I was stunned. I was a healthy
woman? An OB-GYN had just examined me, and didn't think
that I was a man? I was scared.
On the way home, we stopped at the gym so I could talk to
Eva.
"Ah Alice, I'm glad you're here."
"Alice?"
"Yes, that's the name on your registration card. Anyway, I
just wanted to congratulate you on reaching the ideal
weight for a woman of your height. I see your partner
Brooke is almost there too."
"I... I..." I didn't know what to say. She thought I was a
woman too. I was too stunned. I was in a daze. I had to go
to the lady's room to blow my nose, and wipe the tears out
of my eyes.
***
I was just coming out of the lady's room, when I heard a
faint whispered conversation.
"So Brooke, how did you get him to start using the breast
enhancing cream?"
"Oh, I told him it would firm them up. That was true!"
"And how did you get him to take the estrogen pills?"
"I told him they would help him lose weight. It did help
him reduce, between his legs at least."
"Now what's next?"
"He's a chick now. And she's all yours to mold. She still
wants you. You can make her the lesbian partner of your
dreams."
"Thanks for everything. And thanks for showing me how to
get him to eat all the estrogen enhanced foods, so he'd put
on all that weight."
"It does slow down the metabolism, doesn't it?"
They laughed. And I couldn't help but smile too, because I
was a woman now too...
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