Warm-up stretches

Sandry shuffled into the gym, trying to be inconspicuous in her too-small outfit. She tugged at the t-shirt, trying in vain to get it to cover her stomach, but her belly button kept popping out from the bottom of it.

"Okay, class, gather round." The coach instructed, and Samdry reluctantly took a place in the circle. "Arms up, elbows out, and rotate."

Sandry lifted her arms as instructed, her t-shirt riding up more than before, and followed the routine. She felt the tight shirt clinging to her, the material trying to rip open.

"And hands on hips, rotate your hips."

Sandry did as she was told, as did the rest of the class. She tried to hold on to the t-shirt with her fingertips, but as she swivelled her hips it got away from her.

"Now, reach up... and down to touch your toes if you can."

Sandry did so.

RIP!

"Oh, cripes." Sandry gasped, "That's torn it."