Head to Carrie's work

Being Carrie came with a few advantages, many of them physical. But the idea of being around people who knew her was just so tantalizing. If you wanted to real get into her life, it was time to head to her place of work.

The gym Carrie worked at was a short drive away. Dressing yourself the new Carrie way, tight black top with plenty of cleavage with a white skirt that barely passed your ass, before slipping on Carrie's tennis shoes and leaving.

The gym was busy as expected. It took you a few moments to find and park your car. Stepping you, you grabbed a bag with a change of clothes and a bikini in it. You weren't going to miss the opportunity to dress yourself in the woman's changing room after all. With that you went inside, enjoying the feeling of your hips swinging back and forth.

Once inside, you faced your first obstacle almost immediately.

"Hey Carrie! Hows it going?" A young asian girl asked from behind the counter.

You looked over and saw her name tag. Lynn. You tried desperately to recall what Carrie had said about her as you approached. Lynn was the gym's receptionist and also a current high school student. You remember Carrie saying she was super cute and nice all the time. But that was basically it.

"Hey Lynn, pretty good. Hows school going?" You ask.

"Pretty good, almost done. Just a month from graduation," she smiles then looks down. "Oh dont forget to sign in."

You stare down at the pad for a minute, not able to remember the number. After a few moments Lynn smiles again.

"Forgot your code? Thats fine, I'll change it for ya. Just enter a new code alright Carrie?" Lynn smiles sweetly.

You do so, remembering the code for future use.

"Any reason you wore that in today?" She asked, looking over the counter at your outfit.

"Its the new me. Going to be dressing like this regularly," you say with a smile. "You should see what I'm going to be wearing out."

She laughs and you take your leave.

As you walk to the changing rooms, you see a bodybuilder woman climbing the rock wall. Her ass is so tight and you can't help but gawk. After thinking about it, you realize she must be the instructor. Jackie was her name. Carrie commented on how sexy she looked all the time. A bit older than you, but still not too old. After she started to come down, you quickly turn and walk away so she doesnt see you staring.

Right before reaching the changing room, you feel a slap on your ass. You quickly turn and are faced with a blonde bombshell who is just slightly taller than you.

"Hey sexy," she says with a wink. "I like the outfit."

Your mind races for a moment wandering if this is norm before you remember who this must be. Jessica. She was constantly harassing Carrie at the gym. Carrie seemed to enjoy the attention but so far Jessica hadn't gotten lucky as Carrie was loyal to you. She was annoying at times and went to the local community college. She took all of Carrie's classes just to stare at her ass, at least Carrie assumed so.

"Hello Jessica," you reply sweetly.

"You going to the changing room?" She asks, looking you up and down. "Good to know, I'll see you in there."

With that, she walks by and into the lockers without waiting for a reply.

There was a lot to work with here, so many options.