Starting from (Nearly) Nothing

Jean Yoder sat at his desk, taking off his headset after close to 4 hours of streaming. He checked the graph for views. 5 was his maximum. And three of those were probably bots! It was disheartening to say the least of a shitty situation. What was he missing? He played the newest games, kept with the trends, but three months of streaming had produced, well, nothing!

He'd left work after his part-time hobby had seem to grow. In his first week he'd got 50 subscribers total! Ecstatic, he'd put in for a leave of absence, thinking himself having made it!

All for nothing. Jean sighed. It was early in the afternoon. He had a meeting at his gym.

For all his life, Jean had been slight, short, and pasty white. Healthy, but closer to a skeleton then he might like to imagine. Ever since leaving his office job, he'd starting hitting up the gym, having begun intense training with one of their personal trainers and his supplied program. John, his personal trainer, egged him on in the workout, seeming to be dedicated to his clients results.

"I shouldn't run?" Jean asked after their session, surprised, he (in his minor knowledge of athletics) figured running was the best workout.

"No, no, no." John said with a smile. "Running at your weight will keep you skinny forever. Gain some weight, burn off any fat, then run."

"Makes sense." Jean replied.

"Hey, just so you know, this'll be my last day here. Your new trainer, Susan, will be with you for tomorrows session. No worries, I hooked you up with the best." John said with a smile, and Jean replied in kind. "Swing by the counter before you leave, hooked you up with some other workout clothes so you don't need to wear the same two outfits."

Jean smiled, shook his (semi-)friends hand, and left for the day, taking the bag from the girl at the counter. Arriving home, he showered, ate his meal, and finally opened the bag.

The clothes looked funky, but Jean tried them on, eager to see what John had hooked him up with. Some loose cut-offs, some nice hoodies, compression shorts, and even so winter compression pants. Some sweats too! Damn, they all looked top of the line, as far as Jean knew. The sweats were super comfortable, and he hung around the house in them, even if they were a bit small.

Lauren frowned. She must've given the wrong bag to the wrong individual. It had been her second day on the job, and she was supposed to give a bag full of girls clothes to one of John's clients, and a bag full of men's clothes to the other. When she looked in the second bag that she gave to a girl, she realized it had men's outfits, which meant....whatever. She was she they both would return the outfits. Not her problem. It was free clothes.