You can make it home on your own.

“I think I need to learn to live with being a ‘good fit’, Arlene. I’ll make it home on my own.”

“Okay, Tom. It’s a standing offer.” She winks.

You waddle out of Arlene’s office. You’ve had enough working out for today.

Once you get outside, your head towards home. You’re pretty sure you can make it there. It is dark out now, and you are dressed proactively. That shouldn’t matter, because you live in a pretty safe area.

Right?

Your bare belly bounces with every step. You can feel your pants riding down since they were made for womanly hips. You adjust your clothing, but it’s betraying you again in a few steps. You are sweating from the extra weight. You got this. You wanted some exercise after all.