Running On Eastern Medicine Chapter 1 free porn video

This is a rewrite of an incomplete story I read here many years ago. I do not know the title, and would appreciate it someone lets me know. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My girlfriend dumped me two months ago. It was devastating to say the least. I didn't see it coming. At all. She was a fitness freak. I loved how she looked, and I doubt I'll ever find another woman with a body like that. She had a motor that didn't stop. She ran marathons for fun, and her diet was pristine. She was the pinnacle of human health, and fitness. My ex lived the healthy lifestyle, and I wasn't really into it. After she moved out there wasn't an empty calorie I turned down. Alcohol, fried food, and candy was always on my menu. One morning I noticed my ex's weight scale in the closet. I took it into the bathroom, and I stood on it. I was not happy with what I saw. I had gained 30 pounds in two months, and it wasn't the good 30 pounds. That's when I realized I had hit rock bottom. I knew I had to get my act together. I even texted my friend Tom, and asked him if he knew of any weight loss tips. A few days later he sent me a text, and said he did. The bell on the door ringed as I walked into my friend Tom's Chinese restaurant. The restaurant was actually Tom's parent's restaurant, but they were not as involved as they were getting older. Tom was doing most of the day to day operations. To any outside observer, he was the one in charge. He was doing some paperwork behind the counter before he looked up to see who came in. He smiled, and waved me over to him. "Hey, Mike! I found exactly what you need." He had a big smile on his face. "You did? Awesome!" I had asked him if he knew of any Chinese medicine, or eastern herbal treatments for weight loss. I didn't really believe in that stuff, but I was going to keep all my options open. I wouldn't mind being wrong if it would make me thin again. "Yeah. I heard there is an old master herbalist from the mainland who opened up a shop down the street." My friend had been working in his parents restaurant since he started walking. Everyone in the Chinese community knew him, and everyone in the Chinese community ate at his restaurant with some frequency. If there was something going on, Tom was the guy to find out about it. So he was the first person I thought of when I was looking for help losing weight. "A master herbalist? It's not shark fin or something, is it?" I didn't know why I asked that, because I didn't care if it was shark fin, or bear testicles. If there was a shortcut to lose weight, I was going to try it. Tom laughed. "No, silly. There is no shark fin. Or at least I don't think there is. You can ask him if you want, but I wouldn't. You don't want to insult him." "Where is he?" I wasn't going to waste anytime. Plus I knew the longer I was in Tom's restaurant, the more likely I would order some food. The delicious smells in the place were becoming more apparent to me. "I knew you would ask, buddy. I already wrote it down for you." Tom rummaged through his pockets eventually finding a folded up piece of paper. I took it, thanked him, and headed out the door. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Scribbled on the paper was simply an address. Not the name of a shop, or even a description of the old guy from the mainland. Whatever. It didn't matter. I just needed to get some herbal weight loss stuff from an old guy. I was sure there won't be ten different guys to choose from at the same address. The address turned out to be a plain looking door that you would have walked by unless you were looking for it. The door was unlocked, but I knocked anyway. The door opened with a squeak, and I didn't hesitate walking in. I found myself in a small room with lots of boxes that were clearly shipped from China. As promised there was an old man waiting for someone to walk in. "Hello. How may I help you?" the old guy said with a slight accent. I was relieved to hear it. If he had a strong accent, the odds were higher that he wouldn't understand what I wanted. Someone with a slight accent probably spoke English very well, and wouldn't have a problem understanding what I wanted. "Hi. My friend said that you could help me. I'm looking for an herbal remedy, but nothing with shark fin." Crap. Why did I say that? I really didn't care about sharks, or their fins. "Ah yes. An herbal remedy. I can do that. What do you want it for? Is it something to do with your um...?" I didn't know that shark fins were used to help men with erectile dysfunction. So I didn't realize that I had implied that I was having a problem with my male parts. I was embarassed by the question. Does he think I have a problem getting an erection? I didn't, and I didn't want this guy thinking I did either. "My what? No. Nothing like that. I'm all good down there. I just want to lose some weight." "Ah. You're not happy with your looks. I can help with that." He started taking glass jars out of the boxes. I had no idea what was in the jars, and I had no idea what I expected to see in the jars. I do know that whatever was in the jars was nothing I had seen before, but I didn't let that bother me. He was about to make me a weight loss potion from scratch. I felt rather honored to get a homemade weight loss potion from a mainland herbalist master. Whatever that actually meant didn't really matter to me. It sounded cool. "Yeah. I guess I'm not. I want to lose some weight, and maybe eat better." "Yes. Not a problem. I will make you a potion that will help you lose weight. Help you look like how you want." "Will it help me eat better?" "No. You need to find that in yourself. I can't do everything." He laughed. It was only a few minutes. Maybe five minutes at most when he handed me a glass vial filled with stuff I had never seen before in my life. I looked at the vile, and then back to the old man. "So how does this work?" I asked. "Add hot water. Drink like tea. Let hot water sit for five minutes. Then drink." "Do I drink everything? Or just the water?" "No. You drink everything. It won't taste good, but nothing tastes good when you're on a diet." This time we both laughed. "Okay, I can do that. Add hot water, wait five minutes, and drink it all down. Seems easy enough." Nodding the old man said one more thing to me. "After you drink the tea, you need to visualize yourself being thin. The more you visualize, the more the potion will work." Seemed easy enough to me. "Okay. Visualize myself being thin. I can do that." "Five hundred dollars." "What? Five hundred dollars?" That seemed like a lot to me. "Yes. Five hundred dollars, or you stay fat." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fortunately there was a bank nearby. I got the cash, and exchanged it for the vial. Walking home I thought it wasn't really a vial, but rather a potion. I walked straight home to my apartment, and started warming up some water. Looking around I saw a lot of junk food containers strewn about my kitchen. My ex wouldn't have ever eating anything like that. I started cleaning up my kitchen thinking that my ex would never recognize the apartment with all this junk food. The tea kittle whistled, and I slowly poured the water into the vial. I was careful not to add the water too quickly for fear of breaking the glass vial. As I slowly added the water I saw it absorb some of the contents, and slightly change colors a few times before finally ending a gross light grey color. I could see all sorts of things I didn't recognize, or want to taste floating around the vial. I put the vial down on the counter and I grabbed my ex's egg timer. I spun it to five minutes and placed it back on the counter. My ex had left her pink egg timer that was encrusted with shiny fake diamonds all over it. She left it when she hastily left the apartment after breaking up with me. In fact, she had left a lot of her stuff at the apartment. I didn't move any of it, because I was hoping she would come back. Unfortunately she didn't come back. She left a lot of her stuff behind, and all of it was extremely girly. Even her pink egg timer was covered in girly bling. The timer went off. I didn't even notice the five minutes passing. I was so lost in my thoughts about my ex girlfriend. The water in the vial was still a gross grey color, but at least it wasn't boiling hot anymore. The five minutes didn't do much to help the vial's looks. Hopefully I will have dramatically different results. Holding the vial in my hand I looked at it. I did wonder if it was really going to work. If old Chinese guys in weird little shops could actually help people lose weight, the world would be much different. For starters, there would be a lot less fat people. But deep down it didn't matter if this potion was going to help me lose weight or not. Deep down I wanted to make a change, and at the very least the potion was a symbolic gesture that I was going to change. I pinched my nose and drank the vial as quickly as I could. A moment on your lips, an eternity on your hips. That's what my ex would say about anything with sugar in it. I don't know what she would say about the vial I just drank, but I can assure you there was no sugar in it. A moment of the potion on my lips was quickly looking like it was going to be an eternity of a disturbingly unfamiliar gross flavor on my tongue. Panicking I quickly scanned the kitchen for something that could wash this flavor away. Then as quickly as I had realized it was the most disgusting thing I ever tasted, the flavor vanished. It was replaced by a weird change in my body. It was as if everything in my body was suddenly recalibrated. I wasn't better, but I wasn't worse either. I was just different, but I couldn't place my finger on it. Whether the potion worked or not, I knew I had to start making changes. The first thing I did was think about myself being thinner. Then I went around the house and started throwing out all the junk food wrappers, and even the junk food that I had not gotten around to eating. I was starting over. I was going to be as clean and healthy as my ex girlfriend was. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I started cleaning my house. I lost track of time and didn't realize it until I was finished. I had spent two hours picking up trash and making a bunch of trips to the apartment complex trash bin. Looking around my house I was pretty happy with the results. I still had a bunch of my ex's stuff in the house, but I wasn't about to throw that stuff out. My ex had not contacted me since she left. Not even a text asking for something of sentimental value she may have accidentally left behind. I didn't think she was coming back, and deep down I knew she wasn't. That didn't stop me from thinking in the very unlikely event that she did come back, it wouldn't help my situation if I had thrown out all of her stuff. So I kept everything she left in exactly the same spot that she left it. I knew that it was a constant reminder of what I lost, and I knew that I should get it out of my sight. At the very least I could put it in boxes and shove it in the back of my closet. But I didn't. I made myself a salad for dinner with fresh fruit I prepared myself. I didn't have any alcohol, and instead chose to drink water. I was rather worn down from cleaning my house and decided I would go to bed early. Maybe tomorrow morning I would go for a run? Maybe I would see my ex running? Would she even look at me? Before getting into bed I stepped on my ex's scale. I fondly remembered that was the scale that launched this whole new weight loss adventure I just started. The scale read 226 pounds. That was a lot lower than I had been expecting! I had not weighed myself in a few days, but I had not been under 230 pounds since before I gained all the weight. I figured I was probably dehydrated, and that I had mostly lost water weight. I recalled my ex telling me all about water weight and body fluctuations. Long story short, don't trust the scale. Sometimes it's way too high, and sometimes it's way too low. You can't take one day too serious. The next day I was 221 pounds. I read that people can exhale as much as half a gallon of water overnight while they sleep. I knew that a gallon of water was eight pounds, and that would explain the weight loss from overnight. Maybe I lost five pounds of water exhaling. That would be about half a gallon of water. Or maybe the scale was broken, or needed a new battery. Deep down I was enjoying this new low number. Even if the scale was broken, it was making me feel good, and I was happy with that. Getting out of the shower I was pleasantly surprised that I had my belt down a couple notches. Maybe that magic potion from the old guy was really working. I remembered that he said the more I did positive visualization, the better the results. So I finished getting dressed and spent some time in my living room visualizing a new thinner me. I was ecstatic about the results, if not in a bit of disbelieve over the results. Did I really lose ten pounds yesterday? Or even more than ten pounds? I would be back to my old self in just a few days at this pace! Having lost so much weight, and thinking about the chance of bumping into my ex, I decided that I would go for a run. I knew the course she typically ran, but it would be too obvious if I ran that same course. I decided to run a course that was nearby instead. That way it wouldn't seem like I was trying to bump into her. But rather it would seem like I was working out and trying to give her some space from me. Plus her favorite yogurt shop was along my path, and that meant I might still get to bump into her. The first mile of my run was fairly typical for me. It was slow and I was gasping for air as my body wondered what the hell I was doing to it. I never liked running. I never liked anything that was cardiovascular. I only did it because my ex was a runner. At least I was trying to be runner for a little while. That was before I quit running. I never liked running like my ex liked it. She loved running like a fat person loved ice cream. She would run for miles and miles before most of the country was pressing snooze for the first time on their alarm clock. She said that she would get that famous runners high, and that she got it by pushing her body to the max. Maybe I was overconfident from learning that I lost ten pounds from a broken weight scale. Maybe the magic potion that old guy sold me for five hundred bucks was actually working. But I decided that I would try pushing myself to the max. Back when I was running I would feel terrible after a mile and stop. I remembered telling my ex that I ran four miles or file miles. One time I told her I ran six miles, but stopped saying that after she signed me up for a 10k run that I found an excuse to miss. But today was different. Today it was somewhere after my first mile that running stopped being hard and started becoming easy. I was easily gliding around the neighborhood with the other runners. I wasn't gasping for breath, or feeling any sense of pain in my body. I was just, running. I started to feel really happy, and I realized that was what my ex had been talking about. I was getting high from running for the first time in my life, and I loved it. As I was passing my ex's favorite yogurt shop I saw her sitting at one of the tables outside. She noticed me and looked a little shocked. Ah crap! Maybe I lost ten pounds, and maybe I didn't. But the last time she saw me I was at least twenty or thirty pounds lighter than I was now. The truth is that I was getting fat before she left me. Now I was even fatter. She looked amazing sitting on at the table outside. She was in her leggings that held every bit of her magnificent legs, ass, and perfect little pussy. Her jogging bra held onto perfection as well. Even her cute little socks grasped to her perfect little feet. I was jealous of her clothes. I would never get to come close to touching her again. I could tell from the look on her face she wasn't happy seeing me. She must have known my plan was to catch her at her favorite yogurt shop. Who the hell has a favorite yogurt shop anyways? That's like having a favorite oatmeal raisin cookie shop. I looked away feeling embarassed as I ran past the shop. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her pretending to fiddle with her shoes. That sucked. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Back at my house I changed out of my workout clothes and stepped into the shower. The hot water felt great, and I swear I could feel all the dirt and grime from my run washing off me with every drip and stream of water that came off my body. It felt so good that I wasn't thinking about how embarassed I was for my obvious attempt to run into my ex. I got out of the shower and started my laundry. I had not been doing it regularly, and I had quite a lot of catching up to do. Between loads of laundry I went to the grocery store to pick up some food for myself. I had thrown out all the potato chips and beer that I typically would find myself eating for dinner. Instead I picked more fresh fruit and vegetables. I also picked up some hummus, whole grain crackers, and a package of chicken breasts. What I didn't get was more junk food or alcohol. I wasn't going to be tempted by having anything bad at my place. Back at my apartment I continued to find more bad food that I threw out. There was a bunch of horrible stuff in the freezer that I couldn't imagine eating now. It was hard for me to remember when I would nuke something like miniature bagels with marinara and cheese, and actually eat it. The weirdest thing was that I remember it tasted gross when I was eating it. I was seeing things a lot more clearly now. I sat down on my couch and remembered that my ex had left a bunch of yoga DVDs. I grabbed a handful of the DVDs and started watching one. The other DVDs I left on the coffee table. I vowed that I would try them later if I liked this yoga thing. I reached under my couch and my ex's pink breast cancer awareness yoga pad was right where she left it. I stripped down to my boxer briefs, and I found myself thoroughly enjoying yoga, and noticing that I had become a lot more limber from just one workout. Yes, I decided that I would definitely be checking out the other yoga DVDs. Just like the night before I ended my evening with a salad and fresh fruit. I had washed, folded, and put away all of my laundry. I was more motivated and energized than I ever had been in my life. I cleaned up the mess I made preparing dinner and I glanced over at the TV. I saw the pink yoga mat with my ex'x DVDs on the coffee table. It reminded me of when my ex was living here. I felt some sadness that I would typically push back from. For some reason I didn't push back this time. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 214 pounds. That was a great number to wake up seeing. I was pretty shocked. It was a lot lower than 230. It was even more exciting because it was only my second day. Yesterday I didn't even think about myself being skinny that much, and I still managed to lose 7 pounds. I started to think about my skinny college weight of 177 pounds. Or maybe I could go even lower? I just needed to stay focused on what I was doing. I went into the kitchen and prepared myself some whole grain oatmeal from some of the food my ex had left behind. I diced some fruit, and threw it into the bowl. Then I squeezed in some locally acquired honey, and I was in heaven eating my healthy breakfast. I never tasted healthy food this delicious before. That vial was definitely working for me. Five hundred dollars was a steal. As I bit into one of the most delicious berries of my life, I couldn't believe that old guy was only charging me five hundred dollars. I would have paid that much money just to make healthy food taste this good. I couldn't believe how much weight I had lost, and it was effortless. I spent about ten minutes on the couch visualizing myself being thin. Mostly from my college days when I was at my skinniest. If you asked anyone about my college years they will tell you it was before I had filled out. In other words I had very little muscle, and I couldn't gain weight if I wanted. Then my early 30s came around, and I was sitting in an office all day. That's when the weight started to become a problem. But I wasn't going to think about that. I was going to think about the skinniest version of myself, and that's exactly what I did for ten minutes. I had washed, folded, and put away all of my laundry the night before. I rummaged through my clothes to find some running shorts, but they were all too loose on me. Even my boxer briefs were getting a little baggy on me. I really wanted to run again today, but I didn't have anything that would fit me. That's when I remembered that my ex had left some of her clothes behind. Some of her running shorts were unisex, and I was hoping that one of those might fit me. All of the shorts that were colors I wouldn't mind wearing were on shorts that were too tight for me to wear. In fact, the only thing I could fit into was some black lycra shorts. I quickly realized that I couldn't wear my boxer briefs under the shorts because they showed every fold of material from the loose boxer briefs. I thought it was going to be too revealing, but I still tried going commando under the lycra shorts. I was surprised at how smoothed out I looked under the lycra. It was very form flattering. It's also not like I had a lot of cargo that was on deck for everyone to see. Besides, it was cold outside, and it's not like everyone doesn't know what cold weather does. My tee shirts were a little too baggy. The only shirt that my ex had left behind that would fit me was a pink Susan G Komen breast cancer awareness shirt. The tee shirt was unisex, but I never thought I would ever wear it! Especially not with skin tight black lycra running shorts. Even my shoes were a bit loose on me, but I didn't really worry too much. I was still able to wear my own shoes. I would come to find the shoes to be too lose to run comfortably in. I was rather disappointed that I wasn't able to get in a run, and maybe get another runners hight. So I decided that I was going to get a new pair of running shoes immediately. I knew where all the running shoe stores were because of my ex. She even made me go into one to get shoes, but that was a long time ago. Walking into the shoe store I was greeted by a lady with a big smile on her face. She looked at me with a slight hesitation, and then started her sales pitch, "Hi there! Don't say a word, I know exactly the shoes for you. Come with me." She grabbed my hand and whisked me to the part of the store where you try on shoes. "What size are you?" "I'm uh..." I knew what size I was, but my shoes were also looser this morning when I put them on. I didn't realize weight loss caused feet to shrink. "I'm not sure. I've lost some, um, weight recently." I was finding it hard not thinking about my own feet shrinking. My feet even felt weird. Something was definitely going on. "Okay, hun. No problem. I'll measure you, and we can go from there." She seemed nice. "Okay, thanks." This must have been why my ex bought new running shoes all the time. The sales people treat you really nice. The lady finished measuring my foot, and promptly stood up. "What kind of support do you need?" I was confused, but tried to cover it up before she noticed. "Support..." It didn't work. She noticed my hesitation. "For your shoes sweetie. Do you need any support for you shoes, or do you go minimalist?" "I guess support is fine. It's been a while since I've bought running shoes. I'm not really sure what I need." It was technically true, but I neglected to mention my shrinking feet issue. I still found it hard to believe my feet could actually be shrinking. It had to be a problem with my old shoes. "Okay. Then let's get you something universal that has a little bit of support, but not so much that it's heavy." She walked into the back of the store where they stored the shoes. I looked down at the foot measuring device and placed one of my feet in it. Size eight? Is my foot really a size eight? I've been a size ten since high school. I placed my other foot in the measuring device. Size eight for both feet. Was it the potion? That vial is shrinking my feet. Is that supposed to happen? "Okay I got some for you to try on," she said walking back briskly. That smile on her face seemed friendly, but something was off. She continued talking. "I got a few different ones for you to try. Sometimes these shoes don't match up with the size on the label. You know how it is." "Um, yeah." I put my foot into the shoe she was now holding out for me. I slid into the shoe all the way and she immediately started lacing it up. "How's the toe feel? You got enough room?" The shoe felt a little tight, but I thought that might be okay in case my feet decide to shrink some more. "Yeah, that feels fine. Plenty of room." She felt my toe in the shoe. We both knew it was too tight. Her tone changed a little bit and she said, "Yeah. That feels good. But you know these running shoes. They like to shrink on us. Let me try this other pair real quick." She held out a new pair of shoes and I slid my foot into it. She started feeling around my toes and seemed satisfied with the additional room for my feet. "I think these shoes fit you really good. They look great too." The shoes did feel a lot more comfortable. "I like them. They feel great. Thank you." Looking down at my shoes I noticed that they had some pink trim. It was very subtle and small, but it was definitely pink. Did she bring me women's shoes? No way. That's impossible. My feet haven't shrunk that much. "Sure. Happy to help. Did you need to get anything else? We have some good stuff on our clearance rack. It just started today." Thinking about my lack of running clothes at home I said, "I actually could use some new shorts and shirts. This is the only running outfit I have that fits me." The lady looked at me with what appeared to be a bit of sympathy. "In that case I insist you let me help you find something." "Okay, great," I said. I started to put my feet into my old shoes and noticed that my old shoes were quite a bit more loose than when I entered the store. My feet were shrinking about as quickly as my weight was dropping. I was pretty startled and didn't want to draw any attention to myself. Especially with the sales lady standing right in front of me. "You can wear the running shoes out if you want. It looks like you're about to go for a run anyways." There was no way I could walk in my old shoes now. I had to wear the new shoes that perfectly fit my smaller feet. "Yes. I was planning to go for a run after. Thanks." We walked over to the clearance rack. I was very distracted about my shrinking feet, but I still noticed that the rack was a mixture of male and female clothing. At first I didn't think anything when I saw the sales lady spending more time looking at the women's clothes. Maybe she was thinking about getting something for herself. This stuff was on clearance after all. Then she held up an obviously woman's shirt and said, "How about this one? I love this style. It fits great on people who aren't overly top heavy like me." Women who aren't overly top heavy. What was she trying to say with that I wondered. Then it hit me. A giant wall of bricks swung from out of nowhere, and it hit me with all of its force. The sales lady thought I was a woman. I was wearing my ex's Susan G Komen breast cancer awareness shirt. The small logo on the front of the shirt said, "Heck yes they're fake. The real ones tried to kill me." The overly tight black lycra shorts were squishing and hiding the evidence of my maleness. The shoes I had just agreed to purchase and wore women's shoes out of the store. I couldn't believe the mistake she had made. "That's, uh." I was staring blankly at the shirt. "Oh, you don't have to like it. That style isn't for everyone." She kept going through the clearance rack. "What about this one? This is a really good brand. This should last you a while. You're a size 6, right?" She was now holding up a sports bra. I stared at the sports bra in stunned silence. I had to get out of there. "I know it's none of my business, but I saw your shirt, and thought maybe-" She paused for just a moment. "I should stop. I'm really sorry." I had to get out of there. I had to end this conversation and get the hell out of there. "No. It's okay. It's not what, you..." "I am so sorry. I shouldn't have-" She realized I was uncomfortable. I was definitely uncomfortable. I needed this conversation to end, and I needed it to end without a scene. I sensed that the other people in the store started to sense the tension. "That's fine. I like it. It's great. I'll get it." The sales lady relaxed a bit, but not completely. "Okay. That's great. I'm glad you like it. I have a couple myself, but I paid full price." She started to ramble nervously. "Well, it wasn't full price, it was discounted because I work here, but it's not much of a discount. So it's probably just the same as full price. 75% off is great." I would have run out of the store if I wasn't already wearing the women's shoes I agreed to purchase. Now I have a new sports bra that is being added to my cart. "Yeah. That's a great deal. Thank you. Can I check out now?" "Oh. Yes, of course. I'll check you out now. I'm glad you like the shoes and top. It comes with a bottom as well." I didn't care about the bottom. I looked around for the register. She saw me looking around the store and pointed to the cash register. "I can check you out over there." I walked slowly in fear and disbelief to the cash register holding my new sports bra in one hand and the box for my new women's shoes in my other hand. I stood with a sense of numbness at the cash register as I fought the sense of fear and embarrassment that was festering deep inside of me. I needed to hold it together, or I was going to cause a huge scene. The sales lady came over to the cash register holding what I assumed to be the bottoms. "You normally have a choice between the boy shorts or the skirt, but they only had one. So I just grabbed it in a size 6. You're a six right?" I couldn't tell what she had in her hand. All I knew was that it was either boy shorts or a skirt. I really didn't like either option, but I really hoped it wasn't the skirt. And I had no idea if I was a size 6. I looked around the store to see if anyone was watching us. Everyone had gone back to their shoe shopping. I said with a quite tone to the sales lady, "Yes. Size 6." The cash register made some beeping noises as the lady typed in my purchase. "Are you a rewards member?" "No," I said without any consideration that she was going to try to sign me up for their rewards program and ensure I stay in the store longer. "I can sign up you if you like." "No that's okay, thank you." "Are you sure? If you're not a rewards member, you can't get the clearance price on the clothes." That was perfect. I didn't want the stupid clothes anyways. "That's okay. I'll just get the shoes." "That's okay. You don't actually have to sign up. I'll use a code so you get the clearance price." And with that she rung me up. I walked out of the store the owner of a new pair of women's running shoes, a size 6 lycra sports bra, and to my dismay a black skort. Which is a pair of shorts that has extra material wrapped around it to give the appearance of a skirt. I hated when women wore these, and I disliked that I just bought a pair for myself even less. I dropped off my new clothes at my apartment and realized that I accidentally left my old shoes at the running store. I decided that I didn't want to go back to that place today and headed out the door for a run in my new shoes. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After about four miles of running I decided to stop for a water break at a public water fountain in the park. There was a lady in line that was waiting before I arrived. I was a little surprised when she turned around and started talking to me, but I didn't let that stop me from talking to her. "Great day for a run," she said. "Yes. It's a great day. I'm about four miles in, and I feel great." "Four miles? That's great. How far you going?" "I don't know. I think I will keep going until my body tells me to stop." "That's great. I'm running eight today. It's part of my training program for a race coming up in a couple months." She was cute and friendly. I thought she might like me. After all she started the conversation with me. That's a great sign. I decided after the running store incident that I needed to regain my masculinity. I was determined to ask this girl out. "What race is that? You want some company?" "Sure! Some company would be great." I still got it. "Awesome. What's the race called?" "Seriously? I thought you would know considering the shirt you're wearing. It's the Susan G Komen race for the cure." I forgot that I was still wearing the pink breast cancer shirt. How stupid of me. Why didn't I change it when I got home? She thought I was a woman too! "Oh, um, is it already coming up again? I had forgotten it was so soon." "You forgot? I suppose that's a good thing. How long has it been?" "How long?" I wasn't sure what she was asking. "How long has it been since you started running it?" "Oh! How long has it been since I started running it... I haven't run it yet." I realized that I painted myself into a corner. If I haven't run the race before, then how did I get the race shirt? I needed to save myself, but I wasn't sure what to say. I decided to stall. "This shirt is-" She cut me off. "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to pry. I would love to have someone to run the race with though. If you're still interested I think it would be really nice." I wasn't sure what she was thinking at this point. I decided that I would press on with her. "Yes. That would be fun." She reached into her shorts and pulled out her cell phone from a secret pocket. "What's your number?" Her facial expression changed to being upset. "Damn it! My phone died again. Let me tell you my number." Well my date plans may had just ended, because I didn't have my phone with me. "I don't have my phone." "Where do you live? Are you far? I'm about five miles away. We could go to whoever's place is closet." I get excited. "Actually I'm less than a mile away." "Awesome. Let's run together." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We got to my apartment fairly quickly. Leslie was a fast runner, but I didn't have a problem keeping up with her. I was thinking that I could probably give my ex a run for the money with how fast I can run now. I unlocked the front door of my apartment and we walked in together. "Oh, nice place. You here by yourself?" Leslie said looking around. "Yeah, thanks. It's just me. I'm glad you like it." Leslie held up her phone. "Do you have the same phone charger I do?" She had the same exact phone as me. "Sure do. It's over by the TV." Leslie walked over to the couch by the TV and pluged her phone into the charging cable. The pink yoga mat was still out and the yoga DVDs were all over the table. Shit! I left the pink yoga mat out and I sent her right over to it. "You do yoga too? Cool. You have some nice DVDs here. You must know what you're doing." "Yeah, I um-" "You bought new running shoes? How fun!" Leslie interrupted me. She spotted the running shoe box on the couch and the bag from the store with my unwanted new clothing was right next to it. She pulled the clothes out from the bag. "I love this top. Have you had a chance to wear it yet?" Damnit! Shit! She thought I was a woman. There's no way I can save myself from this now. She will never date me, especially if she thought I was a woman when we first met. This was the running shoe store all over again. No, this was even worse. Why does this keep happening to me? I didn't even had long hair like my ex! "Do you mind if I take this off? I'm kinda hot." She motions to her tracksuit jacket. "Not at all." Leslie took her jacket and matching bottoms off. She laid them both gently on the couch. Then she inspected the new clothes I purchased from the running store. "This top is super cute." "Thanks. Can I offer you something to drink?" "Some water would be great, thank you." I walked into my kitchen and started to fill up a glass of water for my guest. I was getting self conscious about what else I may have laying about my apartment. I noticed my ex's pink jewel encrusted egg timer was still out on the kitchen counter. It screamed, "Only a women would ever buy this!" That brick wall that hit me earlier in the running store was about to come back for a second visit. I looked around my apartment and asked myself if a man or a women would live here. My apartment was entirely furnished and decorated by my ex. When she moved out I didn't change anything about the apartment. From the moment Leslie walked through my front door she must have been convinced that a woman lived here. But she couldn't really think I was a woman, could she? I didn't have boobs. I didn't act like a woman. I didn't have long hair. It was not styled. Women didn't have short hair like I do, unless they're going through chemotherapy. That brick wall that crashed into me earlier at the running store just came back for a second round, and it was going for a knock out this time. I looked down at my pink breast cancer shirt. If Leslie thought I had breast cancer, it would explain my short hair and lack of boobs. She was holding the new top that the lady at the running store said was great for women who aren't top heavy. Shit. That shirt has almost no extra material for breasts. It would be perfect for a woman who had her breasts removed. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I needed to clear my head. I had to get her out of my apartment. I had to get back to the old Chinese guy and have him stop this. Whatever this was, I didn't want it. "Leslie, I-" Leslie's phone interrupted me this time. It started beeping really loud. "Oh, excuse me. That's my phone. I guess I got a text when it was dead." Leslie's attention to our conversation faded away quickly as she focused on the new message. "Shit. My mom needs my help with something. I have to go. I'll write down my phone number for you. Shit, I didn't even got you your name!" I thought about telling her my real name, but that would only have confused things more. I really just wanted to get her out of my home as fast as I could. I concluded that the fastest way to get her out of my place was to give her a woman's name. I didn't have a woman's name to give her. So I just used the one from my shirt. "My name is Susan." "Nice to meet you, Susan! I'll reach out to you later. Thanks for the water!" Leslie scribbled her number down on a piece of paper and was out the front door moments later. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I glared at my front door. What was happening to me? I put the pink yoga mat under my couch and put the DVDs away. Then I took the shoe box and bag of my new clothes, and placed them on my bed. I walked into the bathroom and took a good long look at myself in the full length mirror. I was a lot thinner. Even thinner than I was this morning. The black lycra shorts were hugging my ass and upper thighs. From a distance I couldn't see any sort of bulge in the front of my shorts. I looked down to confirm it was there, and it was. It did seem a little smaller than usual, but that had to be in mind. I spun around and checked out my ass in the mirror. It was looking good. In fact, it was looking better than my ex's. I remembered what her ass looked like in these shorts, and her ass looked really good. But right now my ass was also looking pretty phenomenal. It did look a little more feminine than usual, but it was still looking good. My eyes moved to my legs, and they looked firm. They looked different as well, and I couldn't figure out why. My eyes went lower, and I saw my new shoes. They were definitely smaller and looked like women's shoes. Then my eyes moved up to my shirt. I didn't have a belly anymore. My upper torso was flat from my neck to my groin. I was happy that my belly was gone, but I was also worried about the other changes to my body. My ex definitely wore this shirt better than I did. I moved my eyes up to my face and my features seemed less defined. Then I noticed that I didn't have any facial hair growth. I had not shaved in two days and I should have had a lot of obvious growth. I looked down at my legs and realized that's they also didn't have any hair. That's what looked different about my legs. I walked closer to the mirror and examined my face more closely. I rubbed my cheeks trying to feel hair, but my skin was completely smooth. I was definitely less masculine than I was a couple days ago. I needed to go see the old Chinese guy and have him give me something to reverse this. I was looking more like a woman than I cared to acknowledge. In fact, I wasn't that far off from looking like a real woman. I looked back at the clothes on my bed. I wondered how I would look in them. They were clothes for women. Would it make me look like a woman? I focused back on myself in the mirror and took a few steps back to examine myself from head to toe. What did I look like? What did I really look like? I did have some feminine features that I couldn't particularly identify. I again looked back at the women's workout clothes on my bed. I decided that I had to know what it would look like. There wasn't anyone else watching but me. There wasn't anything to be embarassed about. I walked over to my bed and took my shirt and shorts off. I examined the top to see how it went on. I didn't want to put it on backwards. While examining the top it occurred to me that it was more of a sports bra than a shirt. It was not going to cover my bellybutton. That made me even more curious about how it was going to look. After putting on the top I grabbed the bottoms. They were a skort. They were shorts, but they looked like a skirt. I realized yet again that I was about to be wearing a skirt with a sports bra. I bet my ex would have looked amazing in this outfit. I thought about how it would have hugged all of her amazing curves. Then I stood up and walked over to the mirror. I got a good look at myself. Not only did my belly go away, but it looked like my waist was actually indented on the sides a little bit. Like a woman would be. My eyes went down a little and saw a skin tight skirt wrapped around hairless toned thighs. My legs looked really hot. I chuckled a bit since they looked better than my ex'. I turned myself from side to side to get a look at my ass. The skirt made my ass look amazing. Any woman would kill for that ass. I kept turning myself from side to side and focused on the front of the skirt. There wasn't even the slightest sign of a bulge. The skirt was completely flat. I looked down and pressed onto my crotch to confirm that everything was still there. What I learned was that I was still there, but I had shrunk quite a bit. I was definitely going to talk to that Chinese guy tomorrow. I looked up at the mirror again. This time I was looking at how the sports bra fit me. It was very snug and it was holding onto my chest firmly. My mind wandered a bit and I had a thought that I didn't want to admit that I had. I wondered what I would look like with breasts. I had the legs and ass. What would be the harm of rolling up some socks and taking a quick look? I opened my dresser and started looking for socks that would be the best for rolling up. Then I remembered that my ex had left some bra inserts in the closet. They were half an inch thick at the most, but I thought she left a few of them behind. I started walking to the closet as I pieced together a plan in mind. I would lay them on top of each other, and with enough it would look like real boobs. In the closet I was able to find three of them and concluded that they wouldn't give me much to work with. So I went back to my dresser and grabbed some socks. Then I placed the breast inserts over the socks and felt that was the best I was going to be able to do. I walked back to the mirror and I was shocked by myself. The breasts added enough feminine curve that my body looked convincingly female. My hair was still too short to do anything with, but I had gone far enough. I didn't need to see what I would look like with a wig. I already looked pretty feminine with no facial hair. I decided that I had enough of this and it was time to eat dinner and get onto other things. I made myself another salad with fresh fruit. I even cooked up one of the chicken breasts to ensure I had enough protein in my diet. After dinner I cleaned up and started the dishwasher. I sat down on the couch and was about to start watching some TV when I realized I still had the socks and breast padding under my sports bra. I had been walking around my apartment for at least an hour, maybe two with fake boobs. How did I not notice that? At least my hair was still short. I was past the point of making assumptions. I grabbed my hair with my hands and pulled it back behind my head. I was thinking that it might have been getting longer, but then holding it this way it didn't feel like it was getting any longer. Then I felt a tickle on the back of my neck that my hair should not have been long enough to cause. I started over with my hair and pulled it back. Then I gave the hair in my hand a little shake, and it again tickled my neck lower than it should have. This confirmed it. My hair was also getting longer. I got on the scale and I wasn't even close to my morning weight of 214 pounds. To my horror I was lower than my skinniest college weight. I was a scant 163 pounds and I suspected I going to be even less in the morning. I took the socks and breast pads out of my sports bra, and double checked that I didn't have breasts. I was relieved that I did not. I gave my cock and balls another check. They were there, albeit they were still small. I took my new running shoes off and I crawled into bed. I will have to get all of this fixed tomorrow. I thought about a couple months ago when I was with my girlfriend. Times were so much better with her in my life. She had the hottest body, and now I could giving her a run for her money.