They arrive at the gym

With the radio blaring as usual, the car full of girls pulled into the gym’s parking lot. The three real girls jumped out. Kyle got out slowly, grabbing his bag as he did, certain that this was going to be his **** sentence.

Robin held the door open for him, waiting for him to enter. “Come on, Kylie!” She shouted. “Let’s go!”

Kyle felt doomed as he crossed the threshold of the gym. There was a desk and a small waiting area. Behind that was a glass wall with various workout equipment being used. Darla called Kylie over to the desk to sign in. She was already mid-discussion with the attendant.

“So she’ll be using my guest pass for the day,” Darla said, smiling broadly at Kyle.

“Will she want a tour?” The attendant asked.

“Nah,” Darla said. “We can show her around. What’s your membership fee?”

Kyle’s eyes went wide as the girls were apparently thinking that he may want to join this gym.

“It’s twenty-five dollars a month. Would she like an application?” The attendant reached below the counter and pulled out a clipboard with a form and a pen on it.

“No!” Kyle said quickly. He then realized that he needed to downplay that remark, so he quickly added, “Let me see what it’s like here first.”

“Ok, that’s fine,” The attendant said, returning the clipboard to underneath the counter. “Just sign here,” she pointed to a sign in sheet.

Kyle picked up the pen and realized that his new manicure prevented him from holding a pen in his normal way. He shifted his position and signed in as Kylie.

Darla and Robin each hooked an arm through his and started leading him to what he thought was his doom, the ladies locker room.

He held his breath as they entered, waiting to be called out as a pervert or screams of a man being in the ladies locker room, but none came.

The girls put there things in lockers and locked it with padlocks. Kyle opened his bag to see a change of clothing, his stupid pink phone, some makeup, and a keyed padlock with a key on a chain. Stupid MARCI thought of everything.

He stashed his stuff in a locker, snapped the padlock shut, and put the key around his neck, as he didn’t have any pockets or anywhere else to put it. He felt like it drew way too much attention to his chest. He thought about putting it under his sports bra top, but the chain was too long. So he just left it dangle like it was a high fashion necklace.

The girls led him around, showing him places that he hoped he’d never have to visit again, the pool, the weight room, the equipment room... there was a yoga studio, “We should all definitely sign up for a yoga class!” Melissa said cheerily as they showed Kylie around.

They eventually made it to the spinning class, and it was quickly filling up with women. The four girls, well, three girls and Kyle, managed to get four bikes next to each other, with Kyle at the end of a row, next to Robin.

A guy walked into the class at that point and took the bike in front of the class. Kyle reluctantly hopped up on his bike and immediately noted that his trapped member was going to get smashed by the design of the bike seat. It wasn’t painful, but it really was uncomfortable.

He shifted nervously on his seat as the instructor began class. Kyle found that if he stood up slightly on the bike, he could keep his trapped member from being crushed. As the class went on, the instructor kept commenting on, “Form and position, ladies!”

It wasn’t long into the class when the instructor got off his bike and walked over to Kyle. “You’re new, aren’t you?” Kyle was pedaling rapidly, and wasn’t sure how to respond. Robin decided to answer for him.

“She’s new, and she’ll be joining here soon. Her name’s Kylie!”

“Keep peddling ladies!” The teacher called out. “Well, Kylie, it’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Tom. And you’re not going to get the full impact of the workout with that position.”

He put his hand on Kyle’s shoulder and gently pushed him down into a seated position. With every rotation of the pedals, Kyle’s trapped junk was getting crushed. Hit bit his lip and nodded.

“Now,” Tom said, placing a hand on Kyle’s back. “Keep your back straight, OK?”

Kyle simply nodded, closing his eyes, trying to both ignore having a man’s hand on his back as much as trying to get through this class as quickly as he could.

Tom returned to the front of the class, leading the women through the workout. Every time Kyle tried to shift position a little, Tom would eaither call out, “Keep your form, Kylie!” Or he’s jump off his bike and move Kyle into the proper position. The workout was intense, and Kyle could feel himself using muscles he hadn’t in a while. He was going to be sore tomorrow.

The class finally ended, and Kyle was so happy to get off that bike. His legs felt like jelly and his crotch was happy to be off that seat. He was thrown a towel by Melissa, and she hip checked him, saying, “So did we nail it? Isn’t Tom hot?”

“Uh... yeah,” Kyle said as Tom game walking back to the group of girls.

“So, what did you think of your first class, Kylie?”

“Um... It was OK?” Kyle said, really unsure of how to answer, but not wanting to commit to anything regarding this nightmare of a gym.

“Well, I hope you decide to become a member here. I’d love to see you again in my class!” Tom said. “Now if you’ll excuse me, ladies, I need some water and some rest before my next class. It was a pleasure meeting you, Kylie!” Tom grabbed a towel, began wiping the sweat off his face, and left the class.

When he was gone, Robin squealed, “KYLIE!! He is so into you! He wants you in class!”

Kyle shook his head. “Don’t be silly. He’s just trying to increase membership here.”

“Then it’s settled,” Darla said decisively. “He likes you and you’ll join here.”

“Wait! What?” Kyle said, fearing he’d become ensnared further in this feminine persona.

“Kylie’s got a boyfriend!” Melissa and Robin began teasing him.

“C’mon,” Darla said. “Let’s get cleaned up and gorgeous and get on with the day.”

The trio led Kyle to what he dreaded. The showers.