Entering the gym

The first ‘unaware’ was Ricky, an employee at the gym. He was an instructor, but during hours of lesser traffic he also worked at the lobby. He had the way of talking and mannerism stereotypically associated with homosexuals. Ricky’s sexual orientation was not a secret, so he only supported that stereotype. The skin-tight outfits which he wore might have been as well taken from an 80s aerobic video. He was tall, handsome and athletic; he could have been a symbol of masculinity, if not for his outfits, voice and mannerism. His light brown skin was indecently smooth for a man, especially considering his muscular build.

“Hi, Dani,” Ricky greeted us with a bright smile, as he always did, “who’s your friend?”

I was somewhat surprised that he, of all people, could not see through my costume. I decided to stay in my role and see how far I could take it.

“Hi,” I replied with a smile. I extended my hand to greet him, I tried doing the feminine loose-wrist, “I’m Sylvia.”

“Nice to meet you, Sylvia,” he shook my palm gently, “welcome to our gym. Can I see your passes, girls?”

So far so good. I reached into my purse and took out the pass. This would be the end of my short act, because it had my real name on it. Ricky scanned the card without looking at it. Only when my photo appeared on the screen of his computer did he react.

“Oliver?!” he exclaimed with genuine shock, “damn it, girl! You fooled me.”

He looked back at me from the screen; I could not hold back a grin.

“You look smokin’, girl!” he added.

“Thank you. I’ll need your assistance later,” I replied, “it’s my leg day today. I want them strong and agile, but most importantly - feminine.”

“Don’t worry, baby. We’ll make your thighs and glutes firm and sexy. I always pay more attention to newcomers,” he added with an exaggerated wink.

I grinned again, as I took my card from him; this was going to be so much fun. Ricky scanned Dani’s card too and we could head into our respective locker rooms. As we turned around a man entered the lobby, I recognised him as a regular, but we had never gone beyond ‘hi’; I was certain he was ogling our asses and I knew that he would soon join me in the men’s locker room. I walked along the corridor, swaying my hips on the way, and entered the room; I began to strip. I was down to just lingerie, when the man came in. His eyes went wide, he mumbled an apology and stepped back. When he realised this was indeed the men’s locker room, he returned.

“Are you sure you’re in the right place?” he asked.

By then I had my bra off, so he could see that there were no breasts.

“Sorry for the confusion,” I replied, trying to sound simply polite, “I’m actually a man. I hope you don’t mind my outfit.”

“No, not at all,” he replied, but his earlier gaze had already told me the answer, “you really fooled me there.”

“I wonder whether my gym clothes will fool you too,” I said with a wink.

I was curious whether he had recognised me already.

I had come already wearing a g-string in which I intended to exercise. It was barely large enough to contain my penis in its flaccid state, but the yoga pants should help to keep it in place. Apparently the man took my last sentence for an invitation to observe me while I was dressing up, which it kinda was. He kept his eyes on me the entire time, as he slowly took his own clothes off. I did not have many clothes to put on. After the pink yoga pants came the white sport bra, its built-in padding did not exactly make me busty, but it created a pleasant illusion of small breasts. White socks and shoes completed the outfit. I tied my hair into a pony-tail and asked:

“How do I look now?”

“You could definitely fool me from the back,” the man replied, not taking my eyes off me; he focused on my lower body.

“Ha! Thanks,” I said with a smile.

I took my towel, the phone, a bottle of water and headed towards the gym hall. Dani came in a few moments later and soon Ricky joined us. There were not many people inside and neither of them wanted the services of an instructor, so he could instruct us instead. From the few who were already exercising Dani and I recognised one guy. He was from our school and as old as we were, but went to a different class; his name was Brad. He was almost as tall and athletic as Ricky, despite his young age. Calling Brad a bully would have been an exaggeration, because there was no bullying in our school, but he was a bit of a jock and an asshole. Brad was not the only one who looked in our direction. Dani and I were the only ‘girls’ in the room, so obviously all the men wanted to check whether we were hot. I knew we were and I did not think I had ever been so aware of my full round hips and buttocks in my life. Only this time I considered them to be an asset.