Dailey Activities

Sitting up in bed Jerry felt the sheets rub against his smooth legs, it made the bedsheets feel strange. He had thought it when he went to bed, but after a night of rest his mind was clearer. It wasn’t an uncomfortable strange, not exactly. Just different.

Jerry’s hand slid across the fabric as he shifted himself to the edge of his bed, not willing to get up just yet, so he just sat there in what pale morning light there was. His sheets were expensive—high-thread count Egyptian cotton—a rare indulgence he'd read about in an online article years ago. Something about how a man should always invest in good bedding if he planned to bring women home.

He never had. Not really. A few awkward dates here and there, all fizzling out. Too quiet, too soft-spoken. He remembered one girl saying, “I think we would be better as friends.” That had been heard a number of times, but the worst was when someone said “You’re just… kind of forgettable, honestly.” The sting had faded, but the sentence stuck, living rent free in his mind.

Stretching his arms, Jerry exhaled and slowly got out of bed, so he could do something similar for his legs. The sheets rustled lightly from his movement, the sensation of his thighs brushing together sent a shiver up his spine—not pain, not pleasure. Just awareness. His boxers, loose and what he once considered soft, now felt oddly rough against the tender skin of his legs.

Body hair is for men… not someone as feminine as you, Geraldine. The whisper danced across the back of his thoughts, with just enough awareness that in frowned in confusion as he looked at his bare legs.

Finally getting up Jerry grabbed the t-shirt he had worn the previous evening after he got out of the shower. The baggy t-shirt hung down low enough that it covered the elastic band of his boxers. With at least something covering his scrawny form he went out to the hallway bathroom to relieve himself, flicking on the bathroom light he finally looked at himself in the mirror and his reflection met him in silence.

He hadn’t looked closely the previous night. Not after the shower, he hadn’t wanted to see himself. But now, with the light on and what he thought was a clearer mind he took the reflection of himself in. His skin looked… healthy. Pale, maybe, but smooth. The waxing had taken everything—arms, chest, legs, everything below the brow. Jerry leaned in and studied his face. His eyebrows, once unruly and heavy, had been thinned to a subtle arch. Not dramatic, but noticeable. He looked… clean. Like someone who put in effort, unlike his unruly blonde hair that looked like a disaster after a nights sleep. Pressing his lips together and shook his head, almost laughing at himself for being so worried. Even with less hair it was still just him, the odd feelings were dismissed as he looked way.

Sitting down on the toilet he glanced back up to the mirror, despite the dismissal he wasn’t sure how to feel. It was like one part of his mind said it was fine and another raged at the very idea that he could think such a thing.

With a long yawn he finished up and washed his hands before running a comb through his hair a dozen times before he decided his shoulder length hair was good enough and headed off into the apartments tiny kitchen, that shared a modest space with the living room. The scent of coffee was faint but still lingered in the air, despite the early hour Travis would have already have left for his office job. Looking at the pot though Jerry found just enough to dark liquid in it to tease. “Travis, you asshole.” he muttered under his breath, banging the pot against the sink before filling it again and setting up a new brew cycle.

While the machine hummed to life, he walked to the laundry nook and popped open the dryer. The clothes had been left overnight, Jerry knew he should have taken care of his and Travis’s clothes then but there they sat cool to the touch, wrinkled and mixed together. Filling a glass with a bit of water he splashed it over the pile before restarting the dryer. Glancing at the timer as it started to count down from forty-five minutes.

Running it again wasn’t going help Travis’s clothes much, the man hadn’t even so much as given him his laundry basket so they were all going to just be dumbed on his bed in a pile of their own. Jerry snickered to himself at the idea of a little payback for the empty coffee pot, or at least it was for all intents and purposes.

With that running he waited around in the kitchen just long enough to pour some black coffee into a mug before getting back to his room. The bottles Reina had given him were still lined up on his dresser where he had left them. The body moisturizer, facial cream, and that foundation cream he’d used the night before. Looking at them now he frowned, it had felt good when sliding his hands over himself and he had thought about doing other things at the time. The memory reminding Jerry that he was alone in the apartment as he often was during the day, but was distracted by a question that came to mind. How often was he supposed to put that stuff on? He had done it after his shower last night, but should he be doing it in the morning as well? Reina hadn’t said. Unsure, he tried to ignore them for now.

Letting out a sigh and sank into the desk chair. Clicking the ctrl key on the keyboard the work laptop started to come to life so that he could login and sign into the company portal. Data entry, data analysis, both tedious, isolating, but it paid the bills and kept him from needing to talk to too many people. The company messaging service blinked open, showing two messages that he hadn’t responded to from the day before. “Guess I should work…”

Soon the screen filled with rows and columns, invoices and entry fields. His hands moved on autopilot. It took only a few minutes before he was engrossed in his work hyper focusing that he didn’t realize how much time was passing before the dryers timer went off.

Rising without urgency, heading to the laundry. Jerry used his basket to pull out his own clothing, separating them from his roommates before grabbing the remaining pile by the armful and walked to the master bedroom that Travis had claimed when they had moved in. The door was open, the bed unmade. Jerry unceremoniously dumped the bundle dead center.

No folding. No sorting. No basket.

That task partially done he took his own basket full of clothes back to his room. Grabbing the pink t-shirt Jerry looked at it with a bit of distaste before folding it, then moved on to the leggings, the little socks, the sports bra and then his towel. Folding the clothing when they will still warm always made the taste more enjoyable to him, it reminded Jerry of a chore he did with his mother growing up. It was simple, it allowed him to spend time with her while being productive and now as an adult the warmth of the fabric, the scent of the clean laundry brought back positive memories.

Not bothering to put on any more clothing he continued to sip on his coffee, Jerry wasn’t much of a breakfast person, but considering he was trying to be healthier the idea of trying something, like the meal shakes sounded like something he should at least look into.

You want to drink SpaFreu shakes for breakfast and lunch. They help your body stay light, and in control.

The message hadn’t fully taken root. His subconscious didn’t even understand what the shakes were yet — just that he should want them.

“Something to ask her about.” Jerry thought, thinking about his trainer.

Getting back to work the afternoon sun soon enough crept through the blinds by the time he stretched again and stood. His scheduled gym session was soon and that meant actually putting on clothes instead of laying about. Putting on the leggings they slid up his hairless legs, his boxers bunching up in them like they had every time. He pulled back the elastic band to adjust them best he could, the under wear seemingly not the correct match for his gym pants. They just didn’t feel right or even look right with the thick line across his hip and doubly so when they bunched up.

“Maybe the gym store has other options, Reina picked these out. If I hurry I can have time in the gym store to see what they have.” Jerry told himself, grabbing the sports bra that he had to wear because of some idiotic rule that hadn’t been adjusted when they made the gym open to all genders. It wasn’t like it hurt to wear, not really, Jerry tried to think his male ego wasn’t so fragile that he would break by wearing it, but still it wasn’t normal, but he could understand why the feminine article of clothing made some people… woman he mentally crossed, feel more confident.

It is okay to show your feminine side. You feel more confident being feminine.

Other than socks and shoes the last article left to put on was the pink shirt, it was bold, it stood out, it screamed feminine, but Reina had given it to him. A man walking around in a pink shirt was still feminine, but he could see how others might assume that he was confident in who he was by wearing it. “Fake it till you make it.” Jerry told himself, while at the same time wondering if he could see about other options.

Not only is it okay to be feminine, you want to be more feminine. The new subliminal message passed through Jerry’s subconscious while one of the first he had gotten reaffirmed itself. You trust your personal trainer. They want to help you, be the real you.

It was all worn with a mechanical familiarity, each clinging to him in way that didn’t make him feel the most comfortable. They were tighter, sleeker than what he would normally imagine himself wearing to the gym, like a baggy shirt and gym shorts, but this was what he had been told to wear. If that was the price he had to pay to stay at SpaFreu then it was what it was, though he really did hope there were some more options, it wasn’t like he could keep wearing the same thing over and over again.

Jerry had brought his trainers back to his room, after getting the white and pink socks in his feet he laced up the pink laces, his eyes finding their way back to the bottles on his dresser. Moisturizer. Cream. Foundation.

He still didn’t know when to use them. “I need to talk to Reina…” he said aloud making a mental check list. More clothing, maybe some options, other colors, underwear bunching, some diet shakes what she had given him yesterday to put on. “No wonder I never stuck with this before… there is a lot to follow when actually trying to get in shape.” Jerry said while thinking of the many times he tried to get a gym membership for a news year resolution, while knowing it was going to be different this time. He liked SpaFreu and wanted to stay.

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