The women-only gym

The women's only gym in town had always held a special fascination for Gerald and all the boys he grew up with. Even after sneaking into the girls' toilets and locker room when they were empty to see what the difference was (nothing for the locker room, no urinals for the toilet, a lot cleaner for both) the all-female gym still stood as a bastion they could not enter. Gerald now had the power to do so and, while he was pretty sure it would be just as much of a let down as the other 'bastions of femininity' that he and his friends had 'invaded' it would be full of ladies, which should make it more fun.

First he had to get past reception. The girl behind the counter was cute, fit, perky and probably chosen for women to compare themselves to and return to the gym in a futile attempt to emulate. As she saw him he could hear her thoughts -That's a man! He's not allowed in!-

That's Gerald he sent her He's not only allowed in, he's welcome ... you especially would welcome him in ... your mouth, your pussy and even your butt if he wanted. You feel incredibly attracted to him and fantasize about running into him in the showers.

"Hi Gerald" she said, her voice breathy with desire.

"Hi … Tracie" Gerald said reading her name-tag. "How's things?"

"Ah ... Good. You?"

"Yeah, good. Look I was just wondering…"