Throw him back into the hall.

You plant both hands firmly on the chest of Michael, despite having gone to the gym with him twice a week for nearly a year, you weren't expecting his pectorals to be so firm. Despite your surprise, you put your whole body into pushing the man back into the hall whence he came. You were stronger than you anticipated, the **** of your push sent Michael stumbling back and slamming into the far wall of the hallway.

"What the hell?" he exclaimed with an "oof".

"Nice try, fuckboy," you retorted then slammed the door and locked the padlock. You listen through the door while he picks himself up with your heart racing. You were uncertain how he'd further react. Would he break down the door? Luckily he simply cursed to himself-- something about this crazy bitch-- before going down the hall back where he came from.

With a heavy sigh, you slid to the floor and sat against the door. That was too close, you think. For a moment there, you'd almost completely lost control of yourself. These female hormones were so much more powerful than he expected. All these sensations were so different to when he was a man. I need to be more careful, you think.

What do you do next?