To try out that gym membership.

Kacie taps her membership card against the marble top of the reception desk and shakes her head. Why did I think this was a good idea? Of course, they don't know who I am. The receptionist, dressed in a grey Gull's Gym polo, clicks on her mouse and then turns the monitor a bit so that Kacie can see it.

"I don't get it. I've run it three times." She explains. "Your card comes up as valid, but your name in the system is different. Look here." She points to the screen where Kacie's old name is printed.

Oh, how fun. I get to relive this again.

"See, it says your name is..." She trails off, her eyes stare off into the distance, and then she speaks in a monotone voice. "Kacie." A moment later she looks like she just woke up from a nap and the name on the monitor has changed. "Oh, how strange! I must be tired. I could have sworn it said—"

"I find it's best not to think about it. Am I good now?" Kacie asks.

The woman nods, but you can see her still looking at her computer screen after the tall tomboy walks off to the gym's pro shop.

The pro shop is nestled in a corner near the entrance. It's not large, but it does still have a decent selection of workout gear and clothing, all stamped with a seagull and block lettering that reads Gull's Gym. A wiry man with a mustache is working inside, dressed in the same grey polo as the receptionist. "Can I help you?" He asks as Kacie approaches.

"Yeah, um, so I've never really been to a gym before. Do you think you could help me pick out something to work out in? I need pretty much everything—clothes, shoes, um... shower supplies?"

"Well, is there any particular style or color—"

Kacie grabs his hand and peers directly into his eyes. "It doesn't matter. I just need YOU to pick them out for me."

The man gets a stupid grin on his face and walks through the shop, picking up items, and holding them up in the air in front of Kacie as he ogles her shape. Kacie watches, keeping a smile on her face even when his selections become more suggestive. "You like when a man picks your clothing out for you?" He insinuates.

"Oh, yes!" Only her mouth is smiling. "It's totally my thing. It's my SEX thing!"

He bags up the items and then stops and writes his number on the receipt. "Text me a picture of yourself once you're dressed. We might need to go through a few outfits before you meet my approval." He purrs and then hands her the bag.

"I'll definitely do that! One sexy photo coming up!" She backs out of the pro shop and runs to the locker room.

Here it comes—the steamy locker room scene. It's the only reason you chose this path, isn't it? You can be honest. You're excited to watch this newly-christened woman explore a place forbidden to her before today. There are probably all sorts of debaucherous things that go on in a women's locker room, after all. You might even get to see boobies!

Eat shit and live, you fucking pervert! Kacie wads up the receipt with the shop worker's number on it and tosses it against the locker room wall. I swear I'm going to kick him in the balls if I see him again. She plunks herself down on a bench, upends her bag of clothing onto the floor, and then starts to undress. She stuffs each piece of discarded clothing into the bag and then shoves the bag into an empty locker. Her ivory skin is flawless, and while her pierced ghostly nipples give her a little bit of an edge, it's her legs that are something to truly marvel at. Even with her body so recently changed, she's effortlessly graceful as she steps into a shower stall and pulls the curtain closed behind her.She stands there, eyes closed, soaking in the torrid spray of the showerhead. She bows her head and braces against the shower wall with one hand and takes deep, calming breaths. It's the way she stays for several minutes as the steam billows up around her. You watch her with lecherous intent, but it's not what you imagined it would be. She's not even trying to be sexy, and there are no other women around for you to watch either. It's not the fantasy you hoped for. There are no women getting into playful fights, or touching each other's butts, and nobody has offered to help lather Kacie up. It's nothing but goddamned steam! Let's fix that, shall we?

The lights flicker and the bright, clean white of modern LED lighting gives way to a warmer, creamy haze. The steam swelling up from Kacie's shower engulfs the girl, obscuring her from your sight, and then the room is filled with the opening notes of a new wave synth-pop classic.

Kacie pulls the shower curtain aside and peers out through the steam. Her hair is messy and damp and she has a towel wrapped around her torso. "Hello? Is somebody out there?"

I walk along the avenue. I never thought I'd meet a girl like you...meet a girl like you~!

The leggy blonde scurries to her clothing, looks around, and then starts to get dressed. It's as she snaps the straps of a bee-patterned leotard against her skin that she stops and takes stock of what she's wearing. Black, nearly-sheer leggings don her legs, but it's the bunched up slouch socks and pure white high tops that really draw her interest. The music continues to blare and she rises up, slips a yellow sweatband around her head, and peeks around the corner of the lockers, letting you take in the sight of the tight spandex wedged between her ass cheeks.

Women undress in front of their lockers. Some are dressed like Kacie, while others wear tight t-shirts and high-waisted shorts. What they all have in common though are their voluminous teased out hairstyles. A red-haired woman smiles at Kacie.

With auburn hair and tawny eyes, the kind of eyes that hypnotize me through...you hypnotize me through~!

She crooks her finger at the tomboyish girl, who follows her out of the locker room, and into a large room with a wooden tile floor. Kacie is entranced by the woman's fiery eyes, never looking away. You can't blame her for staring. The woman has stunningly large breasts, contained in a spandex crop top, and wears pink and blue tights that hug her shapely form. She leads Kacie to the front of the room and lines her up with other similarly dressed women. The music gets louder and the women, along with Kacie, start to dance.

And I ran...I ran so far away. I just ran...I ran all night and day~!

The girl's dancing remains in perfect time with her linemates. Each kick, twist, hip thrust, and shake of her butt is in perfect time with the music, almost like it was choreographed. Each aerobic step makes her body jiggle more than the last. You're glad for the low neckline of her leotard, which gives you the perfect frame to watch as her small breasts swell to the size of small melons. You realize not a single girl in this class has small breasts, and now Kacie can count herself among them. Her genuine smile lights up the room as she enjoys a killer workout, unconcerned about her body, or her friend, or the fact that she's over thirty years in the past.

I couldn't get away.

THE END