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Boudoir Boost
By Xoop
"Snow's Gym!" the flier screamed in 64-point type. Slightly smaller, it
continued, "Come see our new location! 60 day free trial!"
To Paul, it seemed like a good deal. Free was always a good deal. The
place was nearby, too, and he'd been contemplating looking for a place to
work out, and maybe make new friends. He'd noticed a small pudge
developing around his middle, and he didn't want it to grow any larger.
He had a hard enough time catching ladies' eyes without having to worry
about that.
That Saturday, he tossed some old shorts and an a few tee shirts he didn't
wear often into a small gym bag and drove down to the address listed on
the flier. The building was brand new, apparently built specifically for
the gym, and was all curves and glass. People working out on various
machines were plainly visible from the parking lot. Inside, just off the
front lobby, was a juice bar, a store selling gear and clothing suitable
for working out, and a massage table. Nice!
The massive man behind the counter made for a good advertisement for
working out all on his own. "May I help you?"
"Yeah." Paul proffered the flier. "I got this in the mail the other day.
I was thinking I'd take you up on it."
"Ah! Great!" the receptionist said happily. "Welcome to Snow's. Name's
Marcus. Now, I'm afraid there's a touch of paperwork for you to go
through, but I promise it'll go fast. Then we can get you started."
Marcus was right. Not ten minutes later, Paul handed the last of them
back over the counter. "Here you go."
"Thanks." He flipped through them quickly. "Looks good. Here's an
access card for the locker room, good for sixty days. They're over that
way, and the machines are in the big room behind me."
A blind man couldn't have missed the big, open room behind the counter
filled with the latest exercise machines. But... "Actually, I was
thinking more of aerobics and such. I'm looking more to lose some fat
than gain muscle."
"Oh. Okay." Marcus sounded faintly disapproving, as if he thought the
whole point of a gym was to gain muscle. Given his physique, maybe he
did. "The aerobics rooms are down that hallway, to the left there.
Here's a schedule of what classes are happening, and when," he said,
handing over a small brochure.
The locker room was as nice as the rest of the place, and about as busy.
A lot of the people were in pretty good shape, though there were still
plenty who clearly needed what the gym offered. After a quick glance at
the newcomer, they all ignored him. Paul returned the favor, changing
quickly into his gym outfit and stashing his bag in a locker.
There were four rooms devoted to aerobics, he saw when he made his way
back to that area. One was empty, and two were in full swing. The last,
however, looked like it was just getting started. "Good timing," he
murmured to himself as he stepped inside.
And smiled. He'd hit the jackpot, here. He'd expected an aerobics class
to have more women than men, but this one seemed to be almost entirely
female. In fact, looking around, Paul realized he was the only man in the
room. And they were, a lot of them, in very good shape. He couldn't keep
his smile from expanding into a full-fledged grin as he took a spot in the
back row, both because he was late and so he could better watch the ladies
as they jumped and stretched.
Unlike the men in the locker room, the women looked at him a little oddly
as he took his place. Or, at least, those nearby did; the rest seemed to
be too busy chatting with each other to notice he'd come in at all. Even
the instructor was fiddling with the sound system, and didn't pay
attention to one more person in the audience.
Apparently satisfied with whatever she'd done, the voluptuous woman
straightened and turned to face her class. "All right, ladies," she said
in a pleasant Southern accent. "Welcome to the first class of Boudoir
Boost! My name's Vikky. We're gonna get y'all in shape -- or keep you
there! An' the moves I show you will really step up yah fun in the
bedroom, too, if you show 'em off to your man. Today we're just doing the
basics, but by the time you've finished the class you'll know how to move
and dance so that he won't be able to wait to get his hands on you!"
Paul chuckled to himself. No wonder the women had looked at him that way.
Ah, well. It was a little too late to leave without drawing attention to
himself, but that was fine. It was still primarily an exercise class,
after all. If he spent a few minutes in some embarrassing poses, well, he
was never one to take himself too seriously.
Vikky turned around for a moment to turn on the sound system. After a
moment, twangy music with a vaguely Middle-Eastern feel to it emerged from
speakers built into the ceiling. "All right, girls!" the instructor said
over the music. "Let's start with some simple bends and stretches. Put
your right hand on your hip and bend, like this..."
Other than the unusual choice of music, for the first part of the class,
it was like any other, as Vikky led the class through various poses
designed to loosen their muscles. "All right, ladies," she said --
apparently she hadn't noticed Paul in the back row, or perhaps she felt a
single man wasn't worth mentioning. "Now that we're warmed up, put both
your hands on your hips. Now kind of twist... If you do it right, you can
get your hips to move without the rest of your body moving much at all.
Like this..."
Paul felt a little silly as he followed along, but he couldn't deny it was
a good workout. He could feel the beginning of that familiar burn in
muscles that he usually ignored.
"Very good, girls!" Vikky called out. "Soon y'all be able to do this
without your hands on your hips. And then maybe your man's hands will be
there instead, hmm?" she added with a wink. The image of a man standing
close, hands on his hips as he did this, suddenly flickered in Paul's
imagination. His nervous chuckle was added to the titters of the women.
More moves followed, a new one every few minutes. Spins, bends, gyrating
the waist and hips, and more. After a little while, Paul stopped worrying
about how he looked as he performed. All that mattered was the music and
Vikky's instructions. And then even the music faded away as he got into
it.
"Okay, girls," Vikky called out. "Looking pretty good. Remember to swing
those hips when you take those steps! You're doing this for your man as
much as for yourself. Now here's some moves that'll really get his blood
as hot as you all are!"
His laughter this time was entirely unself-conscious. Vikky had been
making comments like that through the whole session, alternating between
assuring her class they were doing well and reminding them of just why
they were all there. And each time she mentioned "your man" the image of
someone, vague in form but absolutely exuding masculinity, flashed through
his mind. Initially alarming, after the first five or ten times he was
used to it.
"Aaaaand, done!" Vikky said. The music continued on, though softer than
before. "For this week, anyway. Y'all come back next Saturday, y'hear?
Same time. Y'all looking great -- next we get you looking hot!"
Paul blinked a few times. He was panting hard, hands on his knees. He'd
never have guessed these moves would be so exhausting. But at least he'd
really gotten into the groove there for a while. Stopping felt almost
like he was waking up, but he could remember the last two hours perfectly
well. Two hours... Where had the time gone?
"An' that reminds me, folks," she continued, "if you haven't ordered your
outfit for Boudoir Boost, you need to go to the shop and let them know.
They can order it for you. Let 'em know now, so it'll come in time.
You'll need it for some of the moves later in the course. An' to help you
at home with your man," she added with a wink.
Yes, Paul would have to order that. Weird, though. He'd never heard of
exercises that needed specific workout clothing. Special gear, sure, like
barbells or yoga mats or those giant rubber ball things. But an outfit?
Still, this class was fun. He felt tired, in the pleasant sort of way you
do after a truly good and effective workout. And the scenery was great!
And with that, the class was over. Being near the door, Paul was one of
the first to leave. All those bends and twirls really helped with his
posture; he stood straighter and took smaller steps than he did when he
came in. With each one his hips swayed provocatively back and forth.
At the locker room, he changed out of his sweaty clothes he used for gym
and back to his normal jeans and tee. He felt eyes upon him, this time,
whereas earlier he'd been largely ignored. As he left he looked over his
shoulder to see several men watching him as he walked out. He smiled
invitingly at them; maybe he could make some new friends.
A few women he recognized from class were leaving the gym shop as he
entered, still wearing their workout clothes. They giggled and whispered
to each other as he passed inside. Weird, he thought.
The shop itself was attended by a cute little black girl -- emphasis on
little. The top of her head barely came to his armpits, and she was thin
as a reed. If she weighed eighty pounds, Paul would be shocked. As it
was, he felt a bit envious. He'd never weigh so little!
"Hi!" she greeted him brightly. "Need any help?"
"Yes, thanks, uh, Janiele," Paul said, peering at her nametag. "Vikky
said I need a special outfit for her class."
"Okay, we... wait. You want a special outfit?" Janiele looked surprised.
"For Vikky's class? Are you in Boudoir Boost?"
"Well, sure."
"You are aware that class is meant for women, right?"
Paul rolled his eyes. That had been obvious from Vikky's first words.
"Of course."
"Oh. Well! Okay, then!" Her original chipper attitude was back in an
instant. She pulled out an order form from beneath the counter. "We'll
need to get your measurements for your outfit. Do you have a favorite
color?" For some reason, she giggled.
"Purple."
"Hmmm... yes, I think we can get it in purple." She made a few notes on
the form. "Now, come over this way and I'll measure you."
It wasn't quite the same as going to a tailor's or a haberdasher, though
it was definitely similar. Janiele took the usual measurements down his
body, arms, legs, and waist, but also took some around his neck, hips, and
even his forehead, wrists and ankles. She paid special attention to his
chest, too.
"Okay, honey, all done," she said as she put the measuring tape away in a
drawer. "It looks like you made it in under the deadline, barely. It
should arrive in about two months, so you'll have it when you need it.
Anything else you need?"
"No, thanks."
"Okie dokie! See you when it comes in, then!" Janiele waved a cheerful
farewell. "Or maybe earlier!"
"Huh? Oh." Paul didn't think he'd need to stop by anytime soon; his
existing outfit was a little old, but it worked just fine. But manners
never hurt. "Uh, right. See you later!" He waved and headed out.
*****
Boudoir Boost had been a lot of fun, and a pretty good workout besides.
Paul was hooked. He made sure to come to the next week's session. And
the next. As always, he was the last to arrive, slipping into the
aerobics room only a minute or so before Vikky started up the music. He'd
always prided himself on being on time.
The other girls, thankfully, got used to his presence pretty quickly.
There were fewer giggles and sidelong looks from them in the second week,
and by the third there were none at all. Paul was pleased that they
accepted him as just another student. Some of them were acting downright
friendly, though they weren't flirting with him. Or as far as he could
tell they weren't, anyway. He didn't mind, though. He was there to get
in shape, not for the girls.
The men at the gym, meanwhile, or some of them, seemed to pay him a little
extra attention. At first he thought nothing much of it, until he
realized they were flirting with him! They must have noticed him walking
into a class meant for females. That was embarrassing, at first, but he
quickly grew used to it. It was even kind of fun, and by the third week
he was egging them on. It was a compliment of sorts, after all, and it
was kind of fun teasing the swishes back by acting a little swishy
himself. One in particular seemed to be intrigued by the act, a rather
well-built man that Paul usually saw using the free weights. He couldn't
wait for the guy to ask him out; the look on his would-be admirer face
when he told him that he was straight would be absolutely priceless.
This session had been a bit more intense than the earlier ones. Vikky had
stopped introducing new moves, but now the class was working on stringing
them together. Individually, the sways and bends and shimmies were tiring
enough; put them together and they were exhausting. As the twangy middle-
eastern music played Vikky kept reminding them that this would be worth it
when they were done. "This is really going to turn on your man," she
said, "I guarantee it. And y'all, as well, I bet. Dance like this a
little for your man and bedtime will be funtime!" Images swum in Paul's
head, of him dancing for his man. It felt nice, but only for a second or
two. Then reality would make itself known, the sweat and aches and
effort.
But this all will be worth it, he told himself, when I dance for my man!
"Hey!"
Paul turned. Three women were standing a little outside the stream of
those leaving the room. He didn't know their names, but they were
instantly recognizable from class. One was a tall, thin blonde woman, and
the other a more statuesque brunette. The last was a black woman with an
enormous mane of hair. "Yes?"
"We, uh, just wanted to say hi," the blonde said. "And welcome to the
class."
"'Welcome?' This is the fourth session!"
"Oh, well, uh," she stammered.
"We didn't think you'd stick around this long, is all," the black woman
cut in. She was a lot less nervous than the first lady. "This class is
made for women, after all, and we figured you wouldn't be back after the
first class. Why make friends with someone who'll be gone next week? But
we realized it can work for guys, too, if they're... well. Like you.
So... welcome!"
"Er, thanks," Paul said, unsure what else to say. People like me? Do
they think I'm actually gay, too?
"I'm Rosa," the brunette said. She pointed at the blonde woman, then the
African-American. "That's Erica and Cherry."
"Hi. I'm Paul."
The trio looked at each other. Some wordless communication seemed to pass
between them. "Pauline," Cherry declared. Rosa nodded.
"I dunno," Erica mused. "I kind of like Paula."
"I prefer Paul, actually," Paul said.
"Maybe that's your actual name, dear, but we're going to call you
Pauline," Cherry said gently. "It seems more fitting, don't you think?"
Erica shrugged, then joined in Rosa's nod of agreement.
Oh, yeah. They definitely think I'm gay. "Er... I'd really rather not,"
he said weakly.
Rosa frowned. "Hm. Well... how about Paulie? That's not all that bad,
is it?"
"Well..."
"All right, all right. We'll keep calling you Paul," she said, sounding
disappointed.
"Thanks." That was close. On the good side, the deception just became
that much bigger, and the joke that much greater. He wondered just how
many people he'd wind up embarrassing with this.
"At any rate, uh, Paul, we always treat ourselves to drinks at the
smoothie bar after these sessions. We were kind of, um, wondering if you
might want to come along?" Erica said.
Paul smiled. "Sure! Ah, just let me change, first."
The smoothies at Snow's Gym turned out to be excellent. He'd never been
much for smoothies, so he simply told the short man behind the counter to
duplicate Erica's. The man paused. "You sure you want it identical?" he
asked. "I mean..."
"Oh, definitely give him the powder!" Cherry told him, then turned to the
man beside her. "They can add some special protein stuff here. Vikky
recommended it to me; it's supposed speed up your metabolism and target
fat in certain areas of the body in order to really help you get into
shape."
Paul cocked his head quizzically. "Does it work?"
"Oh, my, yes!" Erica gushed. The other two nodded enthusiastically. Yes,
it worked. Definitely.
He made sure he got the powder in all his smoothies, after that.
As they drank, naturally they chatted. About the class, their diets, the
latest styles, and, of course, men. After being rebuffed a few times as
he tried to correct a few comments he thought unjust, Paul mentally
shrugged and joined in. That got a much better reception from them. And
some men, after all, were cads. He hadn't quite realized how bad men
could be until he started dredging up some tales of his own of male idiocy
or thoughtlessness. He had a surprisingly large store of them, and before
long he was having as much fun as they were in their man-bashing.
It was a lot of fun, being just one of the girls.
*****
"Good news, girls!" Vikky called out with a smile as she entered the room.
"Your outfits are in! I want you all to pick them up at the store out
front and change into them, then meet me back here in half an hour. That
means we'll start late, but it's about time we start working out while
wearing the right clothing. There are a few moves that are hard to
practice without the proper materials."
Paul waited for Rosa and the rest out in the hallway so they could go as a
group. Over the last four weeks they'd gotten for smoothies after each
class. The company was good, the conversations were fun, and he had to
admit that protein powder was doing wonders for him. Along with the
workouts, his waist had really shrunk down, noticeably so.
Lately, he'd been invited on some of their other outings -- mostly clothes
shopping. That had been kind of fun, but they'd tried to persuade him to
get new clothes himself, as well. So far, he'd managed to beg off; his
own were still in perfectly good shape, after all. But lately he'd
started thinking they might have a point. He could use a smaller shirt,
and unfortunately some new pants as well. That powder may have helped
melt the fat off his waist, but it seemed to have gone straight to his
butt, making his jeans decidedly tight. In the meantime, he had listened
to their advice to the point of letting his hair grow out a little. He
could always cut it later, and he'd wanted to try a longer style for a
while, anyway. You can just do more with longer hair! Most importantly,
it got them to lay off about the clothing, for now.
The outfits, it turned out, came in small cellophane-wrapped packages
about the size of a throw pillow that Janiele had arranged on a table. A
cool green package was right next to a deep red one, which in turn was
beside a pleasant blue. There were several shades of each of those, plus
gold, yellow, black, and, yes, purple. It was an amazingly colorful
display, but somehow they made for a pleasant mix, not a jarring one.
Paul's set was easy to find; Janiele had arranged the packages in
alphabetical order. She checked his name off a list as he picked it up.
"Hope you enjoy that!" she called out warmly.
"Thanks!" he replied over his shoulder. "I'm sure I will." Hips
swinging, he made his way to the locker room.
It was, for once, deserted. He tore the plastic wrap open eagerly,
careful not to rip the contents. But as he pulled out one piece after
another, excitement turned to dismay. A skirt, long and flowing, with
golden beads and filigree at the waist. A... bra, for want of a better
word, except this was clearly a garment meant to be fully on display, not
underwear. It, too, was decorated with golden flowers and scrolls, with
beads hanging down from the bottom. Next came two small bands that, he
realized after a moment, were meant to be worn on the wrists, and a
headband. All were covered with beads that made them shimmer as he turned
them. And lastly, a half dozen or so pieces of diaphanous fabric, a
couple feet wide and perhaps six long. All were a pastel shade of purple
that was so light it was nearly pink.
For nearly a minute Paul sat on the bench, staring at the outfit. It was
like something a belly dancer would wear, all incredibly feminine. Come
to think of it, a lot of the moves the class had been learning would look
great in a belly dancing routine. Those gauzy pieces are probably veils
or scarves or something. He'd been learning the art without even
realizing it! "I can't wear this..." he mumbled to himself. "I can't
possibly..."
Well, what did I expect? he thought, angry at himself. I knew this class
was for women.
Still, this was a bit much.
Except... was it? Was it really? The costume was already paid for, after
all, and it hadn't been cheap. And he liked Boudoir Boost; it was doing
great things for his body! Did he really want to quit? Over this? Over
a little thing like some pretty clothing?
And it was pretty. So pretty. Just the thing to catch my man.
Before the thought was even complete, he was stripping out of the nasty
old shorts and tee, and into the beautiful new outfit, custom made for
him.
It felt... weird. The material only touched his hips, chest, and wrists,
and it was so light, that he felt like he was wearing next to nothing, or
perhaps less. Yet it felt... good. Very nice, loose... free. Maybe I
could get to like pastel purple. He tried a few moves from class, and the
skirt moved in waves down his legs like water. "Woah..." It was
mesmerizing, and he was the one wearing it! He could only imagine what
it'd look like to someone watching him. Filled with new enthusiasm, he
strode out into the public areas carrying the loose cloth in his arms.
The skirt rippled again as his hips swayed back and forth. He rather
liked the effect.
He didn't get far before a loud whistle pierced the gym. He turned to see
that weightlifter walking his way, wearing a large, friendly smile.
Paul's heard began to beat faster. Here it comes, he thought. He is
going to crap his pants when I tell him I'm straight!
"Hello, there," the guy said. "I'm Tim. Been watching you for a while,
and once I saw you walk out in that... well!"
"Hi, Tim," Paul said, unexpectedly flustered. The man's voice was deep
and masculine, the perfect match for his body. It was intimidating!
Yeah, that's it... intimidating. "Uh. You, uh, like it?" He plucked at
the skirt nervously.
"Oh, yes. Very much." Tim stepped closer. "I was wondering if you
might... if you're interested, you know. Do you..." He gulped, then said
in one rush, "Doyouwanttogooutaftergym?"
Paul smiled. He opened his mouth... and paused. Do I really want to do
this? He looked Tim up and down. The big, muscular body. The charming
nervousness at asking for a date. The heavy, heady musk of masculinity,
towering over him. Yes, he decided. I do.
"Yes," he breathed.
Tim grinned. "Oh, thank God. For a moment I thought... well. I dunno
what I thought!" He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Paul
before giving him a kiss, right on the lips. "I know just where to go,
too! You'll love it, hon, I promise! Er... what's your name?"
"Uh." Paul just stood there a second, stunned. He kissed me! "It's,
uh..."
That was...
"Um."
so...
"It's..."
nice!
"Paulie. I'm Paulie." The name the trio had suggested seemed so perfect,
now!
"Oooh, nice name. See you when your class is done, Paulie!" Tim waved
happily and walked back to his friends, who were already congratulating
him on his new beau.
"Yeah... yeah!" I can always drop that news on him later, after all.
Imagine it after a few dates! But his words felt hollow even to him.
Maybe. I wish I had something better to wear. Perhaps it's time to take
to the girls' advice and let them help me pick out new clothes...
Paulie walked back to Boudoir Boost looking forward to seeing just how to
belly dance properly. After all, he finally had a man to show it off to,
and that was what the class was for.
He couldn't wait to see Tim's reaction!
Epilogue
"All right ladies!" Vikky called out as the music ended. "Congratulations
to y'all on sticking with it and finishing Boudoir Boost!" The instructor
applauded with an expression that invited everyone else to join in. By
the sound of it, most did.
"If you practice these moves once a week, you'll keep yourself thin and
very flexible," she said with a wink once the applause died down a bit.
"And if you practice them in front of your man, it's sure to make the
bedroom your favorite room in the house! As I'm sure some of you have
already discovered." The ladies comprising her audience laughed and then
started migrating towards the door.
Vikky looked over her students with a feeling of satisfaction. It felt
good to improve the ladies' lives so much, including in the ways they
probably didn't even notice. With the subliminals added to the music,
they were nearly guaranteed to want to stay in shape, preferably by
dancing in front of their husbands and boyfriends, and they'd feel
motivated to be more attractive and ladylike as well. All of which would
help keep their men from straying, to boot. Win-win!
"Miss Vikky?" a soft voice said off to the side.
"Yeah, hon?" she said, and turned.
She recognized the person standing demurely before her as one of her
students. But now that she was standing right in front of her, rather
than in the back of the class, with several rows of other women between
them, something looked a little... off.
She felt her smile congeal. Oh... no...
"I just wanted to thank you," she said. No... he said. He had a set of
hips and butt that would really draw men's eyes, and, of course, the class
had given him a nice thin waist and some truly great legs, to boot. But
his chest was not just flat, it had no hint of breasts, none at all. And
even though his makeup was quite competently applied, it was still clearly
a male's face.
"You really helped me get rid of that awful tummy bulge," he continued,
unaware of her growing dismay. "And find a new hobby, too! I never
realized just how fun belly dancing could be before I popped into your
class that day."
Popped in? This class was for women! The subliminals were tailored for a
feminine mindset! Visions of lawsuits flashed before her eyes. Vikky
struggled not to let her dread show. "Uh..."
"And it even helped me find a man!" the man gushed. "He's so... well.
He's great -- in every way." And then he giggled.
Giggled!
Vikky stared for a moment. He looked, frankly, pretty darn good in the
outfit he'd chosen, one of the better ones Snow's Gym made available to
those who took Boudoir Boost. "So you're... happy, then? With the
results?" she said tentatively.
"Oh, yes! Your class has really changed my life! Thank you!" And he
stepped in close to give her a big hug. Not too tight, just something...
sisterly.
"You... you're welcome!" Vikky said. She looked on, speechless, as he
sashayed off towards the exit, where a nicely buff man gave him a long
kiss, then wrapped an arm around his waist and led him away.
Maybe she wouldn't have to worry about lawyers, after all.
The End
To see the outfit Paul wound up wearing in Boudoir Boost (and in front of
Tim), go to
http://www.turkishemporium.co.uk/nureen-belly-dancing-outfit-pi-76.html
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