A women-only class

Mackenzie couldn't help but give a small sigh of relief. The room was nearly full of women in workout garb, with no men in sight. She felt a little silly for thinking she might have had to run a male class. After all, the gym manager likely didn't want that any more than she did!

Mackenzie walked to the front of the room, where the entire wall was covered in floor to ceiling mirrors, and dropped her bag by the wall. She noted there were about twenty women present. Almost all of them seemed ready to begin, standing barefoot on their own yoga mats. They were of varying ages, with some looking to be in their twenties, while others seemed like they were well into their fifties. And, sure enough, nine of the women there wore only a sports bra as a top. Mackenzie once again felt silly for worrying about her limited attire. The redhead quickly kicked off her socks and shoes before unrolling her own yoga mat. She glanced up at the clock on the side of the room. It read 8:01.

"Alright, let's get started!" she said, trying to project as much energy and enthusiasm as possible. "My name's Mackenzie and I'll be your yoga instructor today. Now, since this is a beginner session, is it anyone's first time doing yoga?" A few women raised their hands and Mackenzie made a mental note of them. She'd make sure to pay extra attention to helping them as they worked through the poses. "Not to worry ladies, yoga is one of the easiest forms of exercise to get into. I'll demonstrate all the poses as we do them, so just follow what I do."

And with that, Mackenzie kicked off the workout. She led the women through a few easy warm up moves before demonstrating the first pose. The Warrior I pose involved placing one bent leg forward and one straightened leg behind, then raising one's arms above their head. While not a difficult move by any means, the less flexible among the attendees might still have some trouble with it. Mackenzie began slowly making her way around the room, gently correcting a person's stance or back, to ensure everyone was getting it right. It was when she arrived at the middle-aged newbie in the back that disaster struck.

Mackenzie was moving her front leg slightly when the lady suddenly lost her balance. As the woman toppled to her right, she flailed and grabbed at the nearest thing she could find. And that just so happened to be Mackenzie's tights. A ripping sound echoed through the room just as the woman hit the floor. Mackenzie, worried about her client, hurriedly bent down to check her wellbeing.

"Oh my god, are you alright?!" she asked, helping the woman sit up.

"Oh, yes, yes, I'm fine," she replied. Then her gaze moved to Mackenzie's legs and her eyes went wide. "Oh my dear! I'm so sorry!" she cried.

Mackenzie, still worried, wasn't processing the new sensation her legs were sending her quite yet. Confused, she glanced down to follow the woman's gaze. When she did, she couldn't stifle her gasp at the sight of her ripped tights.