Phase I.III- New regiments

Ange did one final sit-up before lying on the floor of the patio. She breathed heavily

She has definitely never sweated this much before. Maybe the exercises had become more intense here than in New York, but she was drenched. Something may have been making her sweat more.

She looked at her NYPD shirt and sweatpants

Dammit, another pair ruined

She had been going through her signature outfits for days in the pursuit of a healthy balance and routine. This was her last pair.

And the damn washing machine still wasn't there! She had to find one soon.

She laid there for another few minute, panting. She could feel her hair laid on the marble. In fact, she lifted her head, and felt her hair. It had been a while since she had actually cut it. She needed to get a haircut soon.

Little known to her, Ben was watching from the window. Because of the white window shades, the room ended up too bright in the morning and he got up and kept seeing his mother's exercise routine. He ended up watching the whole thing. She actually never noticed. Ben just looked at her. Didn't really know why, but he just watched as his mother moved and kicked. He was just.... intrigued.

Eventually, she got up, and headed to the gym. Ben, done, decided to go back to sleep, but not before jerking off some more. He picked another cheerleader porno.

Meanwhile, Ange went back to the gym, and discarded the completely smelly shirt and sweatpants with all the others. As she discarded her underwear to head to the shower, she saw a box, with all the exercise clothes that her husband had bought a while ago.

At first, she dismissed it and headed to the showers. She took over her grey Fruit of the Loom underwear, and looked at herself in the mirror. With her breasts and slightly longer hair, she looked a bit more... feminine than normal.

She shrugged it off, and took her shower. She went through the plan for the day. First, eat breakfast with Ben. At the very least, she was going to eat both breakfast and dinner with him, every day. She'll go to a sports shop she found online to get a basket, finally, and then help with the last of the furniture.

She then thought about Ben. He was getting comfortable at the house, but Ange saw it as a bit too comfortable. He needed to go outside at some point. He needed to see the new town at least.

She thought about a job, which would get him out of the house. Whether or not he needed it because of the trust, a job might provide him with some motivation beyond computers.

She was also concerned about his.... emotional status. After that incident, she grew concerned that Ben didn't have any companionship. He was very lonely, and he shouldn't. Getting a job might be the first steps towards getting a girlfriend. That way he....

She thought back to the incident. Him rubbing his crotch. the video game cheerleaders. She thought about how she didn't even consider this a problem, let alone address it. The image remained in her mind, as she rubbed soap. When she got to her vagina, she felt a tinge. That, combined with the image, gave her a strange feeling. Something about caring for her son a bit more.

She waved it off, ended her shower, and headed out of the gym bathroom. There was already a suit waiting for her, black and white undershirt, waiting for her. She went to grab her underwear, when she looked at the box again. She opened it to find all the "women's" exercise clothes he got. Sports bras, leggings, shorts, bodysuits, the works.

She had dismissed it as a bad gift, but with all her clothes ruined, it wasn't like she had many other options.

Not now though. She got up. Coincidentally, Ben also came down the stairs for breakfast. He came into the hallway- and got a view of his naked mother to the side.

He was surprised, but retreated to the steps, and peeked at his naked mother. He was stunned. Despite her impressive physique and height, a 6 foot muscular woman, her shadow looked feminine. Maybe it was the longer hair?

He knew he couldn't be caught, but decided to take peaks, as she put on her underwear, and her suit for the day. He finally went back upstairs as she moved in his direction. After she passed the stairs, he ran down, avoiding her notice.

The two sat across from each other, again, as they ate their Corn Flakes. The two made small talk, but they both were thinking about the other. Their newfound closeness was still awkward for the two of them, and they didn't feel comfortable talking about their encounters.

Finally, Ange made the first major comment:

"So, Ben, this house is paid for and everything, and we don't need to pay for nothin', and I don't want to bust your balls over this, but I think getting a job would be good for you."

Ben looked down a little, which Ange caught.

"I see you've been thinking about it."

"Yep." Ben continuing to look down. "It gets pretty boring around here."

"See, it's a good idea. And no hacking jobs this time. Try to use your skills at computers for something more legal."

"Maybe."

"Alright, just a suggestion, nothing urgent," Ange returned to her meal. "Who knows, maybe even policing."

"I don't think so."

"Just a thought."

Ange and Ben continued to eat, laugh, and gossip about the townspeople, before Ange brought something else up.

"So, I'm going to get a basket for some basketball. I had one of the guys install some nails, and all we have to do is find one to put on them. We can shoot some hoops if you like."

"Sure."

"It's been a while, since you played. Junior Varsity?"

"You remembered."

"Of course. You were great on the court."

The two reminisced about basketball as they finished their meals.

"Hey!"

Ange perked up waiting at the sales counter, at a familiar mustached man, this time wearing a polo shirt and khakis.

"Emmett! Didn't expect to see you here."

"I like sports! And this is the best place for sports in town!"

Sport! A bit of a generic name, but it had basically everything from balls to equipment to even clothing. It looked different from how Ange had envisioned sports clothes, but with some of the religious crowd mulling around, she figured it was just catering to them.

"So, what brings you here?"

"Basketball hoop. Want to get one for our house, for me and my son."

"Nice. Gotta get some exercise, right?"

"Oh, yeah, I exercise every day. Try to work out every inch of my body."

"I feel that. Anyway, I gotta go. Some tennis racket sale."

The two said goodbye, but as Ange watched Emmett leave, she noticed something off the corner of her eye:

A sweater with an old school blowhorn and the letters "SPH" emboldened on it, and a red skirt underneath. Some pom-poms were to the side.

"Alright, how does it look?" Ange and Ben looked at the newly installed hoop in the gazebo. It was high enough to be challenging, but low enough to be casual. Ange held the hammer she used and the ladder was put away.

"Looks good to me." Ben was surprised at how easy it was to install. He wasn't even tired.

"Want to use it now?"

"Sure."

"Well, you're dressed" Ange pointed to his basketball clothes. "But I need to get more appropriate clothes." Ange pointed to her detective get-up, before heading up to the gym.

Ben hung around for a few minutes, assuming she was going to wear her usual. Ben's jaw dropped upon seeing Ange emerge. She was wearing a sports bra! And leggings! What the fuck!

Ben was stunned as she approached with the basketball. She looked down and said, "Well, all my good clothes are very, very dirty."

Ben was agape, especially how the new exercise outfit emphasized her athletic body and the feminine shape he had only glimpsed in the morning.

"We gonna play ball or what?"

Ben snapped out of it, and they began playing basketball.

First, Ange was up, as she moved and darted to avoid Ben. She turned around to avoid an interception. But as Ben tried to get the ball, he rubbed against her. Specifically his crotch again her ass.

Normally, she would get up and slap him, but in the heat of the moment, she decided to let it slide, and got a shot in.

Other incidents happened throughout their game, though neither were keen to talk about or were too busy to notice.

At dinner, Ange intended to bring it up. Maybe talk about his problems, but as they ate some of the pre-made sandwiches with milk, they ended up too giddy about the game and the hoop to really mention it.

The two also talked about their respective days. Ange mentioned that she might wear the women's exercise clothes Tim had gifted her. Ben mentioned sending out his resume to a few places around town.

They talked about the brief encounter with Emmett and the strange amount of religious people in town.

Ben finished the sandwich, but noted:

"You know, Mom, I liked this, but..."

"What?"

"I feel like we shouldn't be eating all this crap. We should at least try to eat slightly healthy."

"Funny, that guy Emmett told me I should cook more at home."

"Well?"

"I'll try it, jeez."

"I love this outside crap, but trying to see what you try to do is going to be spectacular."

"Right. Because I'm a bad cook."

"Yeah, exactly!"

The two laughed, and eventually went to sleep.

Ange did think about what to cook. She had... bread. And jam.

Not the worst thing to start off with.