You bump into the girl across the street again

You decide to go for a jog to get the day properbly started, and go to your room to get dressed. You put on underwear, your grey sweatpants and a sport-shirt, that lays tightly around your arms.
The look in the mirror shows you a muscular young man, but no matter how distracting the muscles might be for some, you cant help but notice the rims of the cage pressing against the pants, and wonder if others will notice as [well.

As](http://well.As) you make your way downstairs, you feel the cage softly hitting your leg. You´ve mainly been lifting weights the last couple weeks, and haven jogged with the cage on yet. You begin to wonder if its even possible.

Then you step out on the street. The warm sunlight makes you suint your eyes, a light breeze comes down the street, the weather is perfect. Then your eyes meet hers.

The woman you saw this morning on the window is just about to enter the house, holding some grocery bags, as she looks up to see you. She´s decidedly more closed than earlier today, wearing a short skirt and a top with a boob-window.
She smiles at you and slightly lifts her hand to wave.