Women in workout gear

Two women in shorts and tank tops walk out of the gym as you move to get out of their way. Once they're clear of the door, you slip inside.

That could have been bad if it had been some guys. _Or very good. _you think, biting your lip.

You shake your head and walk further into the gym. You needed to find some clothes that actually fit you. Which means there's really only one choice.

You head to the women's change room and duck inside, taking a quick look to make sure it's empty. Luckily, it is. Once you're sure, you start peaking through lockers to see if there are any clothes.

After a few minutes, you find what you need. No underwear that'll fit you, but a pink tank top and black yoga pants, plus a pair of pink flip flops. You feel a little bad, but **** times...

You strip out of your clothes and toss them away, then pull the new clothes on. They're all a little tight, the top squeezing your breasts together and displaying plenty of cleavage, plus leaving a bit of your stomach exposed, and the yoga pants accentuate every contour of your ass, and even show off the outline of your vagina.

You put the flip flops on and walk out of the changing room. When you do, you see a few other women and a man have all gathered. They glance at you, and the man smiles.

"Ahh, you must be here for the yoga class, yes?" he asks with a slight Spanish accent. Your eyes scan him, he's muscular and very attractive, with a goatee and long hair pulled up into a bun. You can see his shirt clinging to his muscles and his own yoga pants highlighting his package.

And it's not small.

You bite your lip. "Oh, I...uh, I don't know..."

"You must, do not be nervous." the man says, walking over and taking your hand. "We will all help you, right ladies?"

The women all mumble assurances, but you can see glares on their faces. The man, though, looks happy.

"Um...okay." you say. He smiles and pulls, leading you into the studio.