Another familiar face

I am met with the familiar scent of sweat as I swing open the door of the gym. I have only been coming here for 6 months, even then only on and off, but the staff seem to already recognize me as I walk to the changing rooms to leave my bag. I say hi to the regulars before going towards the weights.

After I warm up, I get onto the machine and get to work. However, I immediately notice my regular weights are nothing to me. Of course! My new body must be stronger than I was so I have to pump up the training! Oh well, I guess I have to workout even longer now.

As I work on my biceps, I look to the corner and see a group of men and women I haven't seen here before. They look very tough, most covered with tattoos and piercings. They are in incredible shape though, they must have gone to another gym before. They are spurring each other on, getting very aggresive and loud in the process.

I must have been staring too long because one of the women makes eye contact with me, giving a very odd look. I look away, hoping she didn't think I was looking at her. Being at the gym has taught me not to stare at everyone else here.

I continue to work, but occasionally I notice that same tattooed woman is still looking in my direction. God I hope this doesn't escalate further than I'd like. Those guys look tough as nails.

Before too long, I see out the corner of my eye someone approaching. It has to be her. If it was possible for me to sweat over my current sweat, I was doing it.

'Is that you John?' this woman asks. Okay that's thrown me.

I turn around to look at her. Dressed in black yoga pants and a matching sports bra, my eyes are drawn to her midriff which is decroated with an elaborate portait of a phoenix, ascending from her crotch. Her blond hair is done into a pixie cut, with her ears, bottom lip, septum and bellybutton being pierced. Do I know this lady? You'd think I would recognize her!

Then it hits me. Alex. She used to **** me at high school. Endless teasing and gossiping about me behind my back. She probably single-handedly destroyed my popularity. She was always a bad girl, having smoked since the age of 14 and dropping out about two years later due to an "altercation" with a teacher. Of course, she has changed now, at least physically.

'It IS you!' she embraces me. This is now officially weird. 'Christ! It's been sooo long! You're looking....' She touches my pecs. Seems my new body is pretty useful!

Alex snaps back. 'Great! You're looking great!' She looks me in the eyes, biting her lip.

This is very confusing. I haven't thought of Alex in four years, let alone in a sexual way, but the way she is touching my chest and looking at me, I can't help but grow a little downstairs.

'Alex!'

It seems her friends are calling her back over, obviously not happy she is talking with someone else. Typical assholes.

'I'll be right over, dickhead!' Alex calls over. She looks back at me, giving a last paw at my body. 'We'll talk later, John, it has been great...seeing you again.

She walks towards her friends, leaving me to keep working out with a semi-hard cock.