Kyle garners the attention of a trainer

As Kyle glanced around the gym, looking at each piece of equipment, he hoped that he could find one that wasn’t too strenuous but also satisfied MARCI, since he really didn’t want to know if things could get worse than that high-pitched whining. Pushing a loose strand of hair out of his face, Kyle felt a tap on his shoulder and instantly wheeled around, finding his face practically buried in the large, musclebound chest of Tom, the spin-class instructor from Kyle’s first day at the gym.

“Hey, Kylie, wasn’t it? You were in my spin-class the other day!” Tom said.

“Uh… yeah,” Kyle said.

“You did great, by the way, a little shaky at first but I’ve never seen such vast improvement within one class.” Tom said.

“Is this a viable romantic partner, Mistress?” MARCI said at the same time.

“What? No!” Kyle replied.

“You don’t think so? I can give you some more pointers if you need them.” Tom responded.

“Noted, Mistress.” MARCI stated.

“Listen, Tom, I’m not really…” Kyle started.

Kyle paused, intent on not letting MARCI misconstrue his words.

“Don’t misunderstand me, you just looked a little confused and lost, so I thought I’d check in and see if you needed any help with a dedicated regimen. I imagine you don’t want to bulk up so you’d probably want some cardio next. Maybe jump rope?” Tom said.

“Jump rope would be an adequate activity to provide proper caloric burning.” MARCI said.

“Maybe some other time,” Kyle said, trying to get away from Tom as quickly as possible.

“You put your phone number down on the gym contract, right? I’ll send over a preliminary workout regimen for you to look over!” Tom shouted as Kyle rushed towards the front desk.

“While my systems are perfectly capable of crafting a regimen, input from a trainer of this specific gym may be invaluable in ensuring you meet your goals.” MARCI said.

“Shut up, MARCI!” Kyle muttered as he pretended to look over the clipboards for class sign-ups. Thankfully, the spin class had already concluded for the day.

“Mistress, you must choose an activity or else your goals will not be met.” MARCI demanded.

Kyle knew what was next so he seriously started considering the classes, spotting a clipboard for a class about to start in just a few minutes. A yoga class. While yoga wasn’t necessarily what he wanted to do, Kyle imagined it would be fairly relaxing and best of all, keep him away from the girls for a little longer.

“MARCI, how about a yoga class? Does that fit with your expectations?” Kyle asked.

After waiting a moment to process the information, MARCI responded:

“A yoga class will provide adequate caloric burning for this period. And increased flexibility will aid in other areas.”

Kyle didn’t have time to wonder about what MARCI meant, so he jotted out ‘Kylie’s’ name onto the sheet and started to head to the yoga studio when three figures appeared in front of him.

“Kylie! There you are! We were thinking we could do one last workout together before we leave today, what do you think?”’ Melissa asked.

“Ooh, I’d love to,” Kyle lied. “But I just signed up for a yoga class so I can’t!”

“A yoga class? That sounds perfect! Any spots left?” Darla pushed Kyle out of the way and put down all their names onto the clipboard.

“Looks like someone wants to be flexible for Rob… or Greg?” Robin asked. “Or Tom? I spotted you talking to him…”

“That’s not!” Kyle stammered and blushed, but as a result, the girls thought they knew why.

“Come on, let’s go!” Darla grabbed Kyle’s hand and started dragging him towards the yoga studio.

What was meant to be his reprieve turned out to be another prison sentence of being trapped within ‘Kylie’s’ life.