Just enough to keep a figure

Jim glanced at his reflection in the mirror, paying a bit of attention to his stomach and his legs. There wasn't much of a pot-belly or the notion that his legs looked a bit off but he still felt that there was room to improve, especially when it came to fitting into some of the clothes he had bought recently to replace the darker colors he had worn. Being in a position allowed him the freedom to get a more tailored wardrobe and he took advantage of it. The promotion had come out of nowhere, really, being presented earlier in the morning with the news and the appreciation from the board for diffusing an explosive bomb from the day before. That and the numbers he had gained the company over the past three quarters had been very impressive (he was certain it had something to do with the potential ACLU lawsuit the company was surely looking at losing and losing BIG on.) The promotion also had him move from the downtown building to the more pedestrian country-side office, a bit of a commute if he was honest but the paycheck bump helped.

Hell, it was all he needed to jump at it.

Still, as he turned to the right and then to the left, he grimaced at the way his body just seemed a bit flabby in some places. His butt was droopy and his legs looked like they were stuck between bean pole and cornstalk. "More genetic gifts, thanks..." he muttered as he turned away from it and looked over at the quiz sheet on the desk in front of him. "Would I be sporty?" He paused for a moment and then laughed a bit when he remembered his family. "Who the hell would have time for that?"

I wouldn't be sporty, no, but I would be in shape. I would love to run, to jog, and to do yoga to keep my figure in check. Jim laughed again as he finished writing that and slipped on his pink running shoes before leaving the house for a nice run in the neighborhood. It was changing in the seasons, orange leaves were replacing green ones, and the air was a bit more brisk as the evening started changing towards night. As he ran, his legs slowly got more definition, lengthening just an inch but slimming down to replace his masculine legs with a more shapely feminine shape.

"Ooh..." he grunted a bit, taking a slight spill as his legs shifted ever so slightly and as he landed on the ground, his butt slowly began to firm up and plump up at the same time. "Damn, didn't see that..."

"Hey, you okay?"

He looked up as a young man came jogging up from the opposite way and reached him, offering his hand. "Saw you take a spill there."

Jim nodded and took the man's hand gratefully, allowing himself to be pulled up from the ground just as the pants he was wearing shrunk ever so slightly around his waist. "Thanks, didn't see that knot over there."

The man nodded. "Yeah, been trying to get the board to fix that, never went anywhere. Name's James, by the way."

"Jim." The two of them shook hands and invited him to join him on the jog. As they ran, Jim's hips slowly began to expand ever so slightly as his stomach flattened a bit, just barely noticeable if Jim was paying any attention to it (which he wasn't.) By the time they reached the split in the road, Jim smiled at James. "Thanks for keeping me company."

"No sweat, see you tomorrow?" With a nod, James turned and ran off towards his house and Jim took a leisurely stroll back to his home, pausing for a moment at the fridge to get some water but as he closed the door and glanced at his reflection, his eyes went wide.

He looked like a hot mess.

***

With his face cleaned and his hair wrapped up in a bun, Jim stepped out from the bathroom and settled onto the bed, looking at several magazines he had picked up from the bookstore and after fingering through, had managed to find some on make-up tips and one on different trends with clothes (why he hadn't gone and bought these before? They were so informative!) He spent the next hour reading and making a list of things to get and try, figuring that the more he practiced, the more he could get better at it (not like they were needy for the money either). Laura was out again, her department threw a big "all-hands on deck" call for the teaching staff to work on a strike option and she, as a tenured professor-wannabe, had dove into it.

Secretly, he was glad she was gone. She was just a tad overbearing.

Still, as he looked at the questionnaire, he wondered what was the point? Why she acting like that?

9.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOU WEAR HIGH HEELS?