Sporty Spice

Thomas stretched and looked around the room for what seemed like the fourth time in seconds, though he supposed it could've been for an hour or two. Proctoring exams was not his version of "fun" activities but, as the English teacher with advance placement under his belt, it was his and only his job. The kids were all good, they were focused and he had no problems with most of them. The ones he did, like the kid Julian in the third row, he had singled out by placing him in his own location right in the middle next to the queen of the room, Heather, and the two got along like oil and water. A moment of inspired teaching, really, coupled with a sadistic desire to make the two pissed off at each other (or him, though he suspected from the glares they were casually shooting each other every few seconds that it was likely not him).

It had been a late night vlogging, though he supposed the 20K views he got was nice (a bit low for one of his views, since most of them got at least 80~100K). Still, as he turned his attention back to the test material in his hands, he supposed it could be a bit different. He smiled a little as the bell rang and the collective groans from the class told him that the exam went exactly the way he thought it would. With sympathetic nods, several of the people in the back got up and filed past his desk, placing their papers on the table and then stumbling out into the hallway.

"Hey," he looked up at the door as Mr. Adams peered into the room, drawing a few confused looks from the kids as they pushed past but not stopping or really caring at that point to continue. "Saw the stream last night, not bad at all. Think you got an extra packet to spare?"

Thomas laughed a little and reached into his bag and pulled out a small pink bag and then playfully tossed it to the man. "Thought you'd ask. The sponsor sent me three, Darlene didn't want to use hers so I figured giving to a viewer. I can do something else."

Mr. Adams looked inside and nodded. "Thanks, can't ask Kimberly about these things, she's next to clueless on makeup. How the hell we ended up with women who don't wear any is just beyond me." Thomas nodded his understanding, Darlene was not one to wear a lot of makeup anyway, always complaining about how she liked the natural look and make up just didn't work for her. Thomas had innocently agreed with her on one of those rants in the past, he was sure he still had a ringing in his ear from the shouting (or was screaming?)

With the bell ringing for the next class, Thomas leaned back in his chair and looked at the paperwork in front of him before his eyes turned to the questionnaire sitting on the desk next to him. With little else to do, especially with a free period at the moment, he glanced at the next question.

8.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOU BE SPORTY?

What does being a girl have to do with being sporty? he wondered but then, again, he supposed that sometimes, there was just something to being the right shape that made someone attractive or not. He looked down at the gut he was unfortunately carrying around and sighed before turning back to looking at his reflection in the compact. It would definitely help if he were a bit more active and, if he were a girl, he would definitely have the genes for it. The women on his father's and mother's sides were very curvy, not too overweight, but he definitely could stand to be more fit. Not like his sisters, though...they were thin to the point of being unhealthy. Heavens knows people made enough horse jokes about them to scare him off "thin".

Thomas picked up his pen. I would be proportional, with a thin waist, nice hips, hourglass shape. I wouldn't be too sporty or ripped but I would definitely have a body that had a lot of stamina and worked out to keep in shape. He placed it down and then turned his attention back to the papers on his desk, casually returning to the quiz a few more times during the day but never really bothering to add to it.

Coming home that afternoon, Thomas placed his bags down by the side of the desk and then stripped out of his clothes and opened the drawers. A few old sweatpants were there but he bypassed them and found a nice pair of pants that he had been saving, thinking at first it was strange to find yoga pants in his drawers but then remembered that he had gotten them a few weeks ago when it was on sale. He slid them on and noticed two things: his legs were much firmer, though his thighs were a bit thicker than he first thought. Second, glancing at his reflection from behind, he had a really nice ass. He was sure that Darlene had mentioned that in passing more than once, though he always just played it off with a laugh.

After coming back in from a jog around the block, he quickly glanced at the time and after spending a few more moments making a small salad and sandwich for dinner, quickly placed it on the table just out of view of the camera and looked at the packages he had brought in. Given the names on the boxes, he suspected it was more stuff he was being sent to film and review. With Darlene out, it was just going to be another long night of papers and videos, though he smiled as he finished setting up the video and brushed his hair a bit out of the way. Haven't done a stream on cleansers yet...might be fun!

9.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOU WEAR HIGH HEELS?