Ugh, you probably should find your notes...

You take a few squats while thinking of what to do. Damn, you really were motivated to stretch your muscles a bit and get your blood running.

You leave the mirror behind and go into the kitchen. The pink book is still lying on the table. You are sort of fascinated how fast that thing worked. You should probably put it into the container, but should you do it before you fix yourself or after?

'Damn these questions,' you think as you place your hands on your curvy hips for a moment before pulling a leg up behind you, pressing your shoe against your butt cheeks while balancing on one leg. Heh, it's easier to do this with these hips than your old male ones. Not that you ever were much of a gym bunny back then.

'Ugh, fine, the notes can wait two minutes,' you think as you begin and finish stretching your other leg. You find a space in the kitchen floor, get down on your knees and do a few push-ups. It's ridiculously simple compared to what you're used to, even though you've got less muscles now than before. On your way down, your knees hit the floor, then your thighs, then the part of your belly right above were your dick might have been, then your breasts touch and spread against the cold floor. Then you rise up again and your breasts flow back together. You do another thirty push-ups and feel your heart rate is rising to a good pace.

You turn over and get ready to do some sit-ups. It's a bit of a weird feeling to have all this soft flesh and fat to sit on, but as you begin to do reps, you realize there's a lot of flesh in your panties that is rubbing up against itself and sending fuzzy feelings up through your core muscles. You don't know if it's your vulva that's taking a lot of room between your legs, that it's something athletic women are more exposed to, or if this is what women have to live with when exercising. You suspect it's a little bit of all three.

As you finish a hundred reps, you lay on your back for a few moments as you feel elated for getting your muscles warm. And aroused. You get on your knees and look at yourself in a nearby reflective surface. Your core muscles are throbbing with need and your underwear is getting moist. Is this the effects of that notebook working on you? Curvy sexy slutty horny... Without a care in the world.