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Gym Membership, Part 6 (Multi TG RC)
🕑 Added 2024-12-22 02:55:13 +0000 UTCBy FoxFaceStories
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New Life Gym isn’t all that it appears to be, as Jack, Rob, Jenna, and Greg are about to find out. These unrelated persons are all trying to better themselves during the less busy hours, but the changes that slowly occur to their bodies aren’t entirely what they expected, not that they entirely notice what’s happening. As the four of them change gender and appearance, the employees of the gym, once transformed themselves, watch on in amusement, knowing that a New Life awaits the customers this gym has chosen to bless.
Part 6: A Big Set of Changes
The younger members of the gym staff were all a little disappointed, especially Annabelle, because the larger set of transformations they were all expecting had not yet come. It seemed as if all four new members of the New Life Gym were on the very verge of a massively transformative change, teetering on the cliff edge that separated them from their former selves and their ideal bodies, but unable to fully commit.
“You just have to be patient,” Katherine Hearns reminded her three employees on a day when the four transformees were not present. “There is an inner hesitation in each soul. I still remember when you were crossing over to womanhood, Nari. You too took longer than expected, perhaps because on some subconscious level, you recognised that the change was indeed happening, and was daunting.”
Nari sagged her shoulders. “Yeah, you’re probably right. It’s just - I really want to see the changes unfold!”
“Me too!” Annabelle added. “I, like, have to! It’d be just the best! I don’t even know who to focus on: maybe Rob? Or maybe Jenna! She’s been sooooo lovely lately, and she’s getting so damn young and fit, seriously!”
Abigail smirked. “Well, you all know I want to see Greg become a slim, sexy babe.”
“Gee, I wonder why,” Nari joked, nudging her in the ribs.
“For humiliation purposes, I’d say about eighty percent,” the goth replied, “and then maybe twenty percent remaining for fetishistic purposes. He looks like he’s becoming latina, and you know I like latinas.”
“Aww!” Annabelle cried. “See, Miss Hearns, this is why we have to speed up the transformations! We’ve got to see them go down!”
But Katherine just held up a hand, dominating the discussion as they all fell silent to hear her. With her tall stature, impressive swimmer’s shoulders and knowing smirk, she had a way of commanding any room. It was a far cry from the nervous, shy man she’d once been, especially given how short she’d been before.
“Listen, girls. I too would love to see the next big set of changes, but you have to remember that such transitions are intensely personal for our new members. A change comes not just when the body is ready, but the mind as well. Don’t be surprised if a number of these changes happen away from the New Life Gym, as our newest customers become more confident in expressing their ideal selves outside of the gym. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if some of them begin to change over the next few days, in ways and places that are quite significant to them . . .”
***
Jack was nervous. He had come out as trans to his new friends, but so few others knew anything about him, especially his family. And now his sister was back in town and looking to catch up. He and Lisa had once been very close, but their sibling contact had diminished since she had moved interstate to pursue her career as a lawyer, and even before that there had been a growing gap due to Jack’s own secrets. She was simply too incisive as a person not to notice that he was crying out for help in some way, but he still never felt comfortable telling her that he was a woman trapped inside a man’s body. Now, he was determined to reconnect, and to tell her the truth.
“Little brother!” she cried as soon as he opened the door followed her impressively incessant knocking. She leapt into his arms, and Jack was surprised at how easily he caught her and held himself
I guess those gym workouts really are doing their thing, he thought to himself.
“Lisa! It’s so good to see you.”
His brown-haired sister laughed. “It’s even better to see you! What happened? I had no idea you’d changed so much! Look how much weight you’ve lost; you look fantastic!”
Jack’s heart soared. “Thanks. Um, I’ve been working out lately, and eating better.”
“Well, it shows! No wonder you proposed going for a walk - I thought you were mad! Are you ready to go then?”
“Just let me get my bag. Come on in, I’ll show you my tiny apartment.”
It was just like old times, in a way. Lisa told him all about how she was angling to make herself a junior partner in the firm, and how Harold - her husband - had taken up model trains as a hobby, frustrating her plans for their basement. The laughed as they recounted how both their parents loved to call a little too much, and reminisced on memories growing up together, particularly all the times Lisa played pranks on him.
“Remember when I got you to dress up as a girl when you were twelve, and everyone fell for it? You were way too good in that role.”
Jack bit his lip. A little bit of energy coursed through his body, almost willing him to change further, though he didn’t quite understand it.
“Uh, yeah! Haha! That sure was . . . crazy.”
And the first time I remember thinking I really wanted to be a girl, he thought.
Soon they were ready to go. Lisa drove, taking them up near the base of Mount Ballow. It wasn’t a particularly tall mountain, but it had some great trails, and Jack felt that surge of energy to try and push his body further. He had denied himself so many sights, so many possibilities, as he had wallowed in poor health and fear of who he was. He wasn’t going to do so any longer.
The brother-sister pair took one of the casual trails. It was a nice temperate day, allowing for beautiful sights without fear of being scorched by the sun, and lots of shade from the numerous clouds in the sky. Jack found the walk shockingly easy, even when the incline became more steep. His entire frame was more obviously muscular and simultaneously lithe. His darker hair bounced against the nape of his neck, settling across his shoulders, and he realised he could even put it into a ponytail now. His hips swayed just a little with his movements, emphasising his growing femininity, though Lisa didn’t seem to notice it; another part of the magic of the New Life Gym. Occasionally Jack had to scratch an itch on his chest, feeling a hidden urge to massage them directly later, in order to urge his breasts to grow. Now was not the time, however. Instead, they paused at a great view. Looking down upon the city, Jack took a moment to sigh.
“Uh oh, I know that sigh,” Lisa said. “Is everything okay? We can turn back if you want to?”
But Jack actually smiled. “No, it’s not that kind of sigh at all, sis. I’m actually . . . happy.”
“That’s good.”
“No, you don’t understand. I haven’t been happy in some time, Lisa. I’ve put up a good front, but I think I’ve been pretty depressed for a while.”
Lisa placed a hand on his shoulder. “Yeah, I know. Why do you think I came on over? I had this . . . sense that something was happening. I don’t know. I haven’t been in contact as much as I could or should have. I was worried about you, bro.”
“I think I was worried about myself for some time,” Jack said. “I was losing my way. I was putting on a heap of weight because I was panic eating and I didn’t know how to stop it because it comforted me. Now, I’m losing all of that, shedding who I used to be, and I think I might even be becoming the person I was meant to be all along.”
Lisa furrowed her brow a little. “I’m really happy for you, Jack. But what do you mean, the person you were meant to be? Did something change?”
He continued to stare out at the horizon. “Yes and no. I met some new friends, and started working on myself. And it’s made me realise I need to be bolder and stop being afraid all the time, and I need to tell the people in my life that I care about what’s really going on.”
“So . . . what’s going on?”
Jack hesitated. He placed a hand on one increasingly generous hip while tucking away a dark hair behind his ear. Part of him twigged that this was not natural, but with this view before him, and his newfound determination to be open about himself, he didn’t much care either. Change was good.
Here goes nothing, he thought.
“Lisa, I’m trans,” he said. No, that wasn’t true. He blurted it out, the words escaping into the air so fast that he didn’t know what to do with them.
There was a pause, one in which Jack didn’t even want to turn around. The blurting continued, the words pouring from his mouth so fast that he couldn’t contain them.
“Ever since I was twelve - when you dressed me up as a girl - I’ve slowly come to realise that I am a girl. I’m not meant to be a man. I feel like I’m trapped in this body and that I’m meant to be someone else. I can’t explain it; I am a woman, even if I don’t look like one. I haven’t really explored options for becoming one fully, y’know, surgery and all that, just yet. Frankly, it scares the shit out of me, but I know it’ll have to be a bridge I cross someday. Right now I’m just admitting to the world, and to the people I love, that this is who I am and who I want to be. I know I should have told you sooner, but the truth is that I’ve always been a girl, deep down inside, and I guess this part of me was always fighting to get out. I just needed to listen to her, and losing all this weight at the gym and feeling more confident in my body has allowed me to finally address that and see the woman in the mirror I’m meant to be.”
As Jack talked, his entire body began to churn. The confession poured out of him, leaving tears to form in the corners of his eyes. This was what he’d been wanting to tell his sister, to tell anyone, for so damn long, and now he finally had the self care and self love to do so. It was also what allowed the next big stage of his transformation to take place. Even as he poured his heart out to his sister about his yearning desire to become a woman, his body was transitioning to exactly that. The last traces of unnecessary fat melted away from his form, shifting around to pad his buttocks, his hips, and his breasts. What was left was hard muscle, and this swelled across his form, leaving him not just fit, but positively buff. The inner strength that Jack had gained for himself was being directly outwards and manifesting physically, making him his ideal woman: one who was not only beautiful but powerful, able to take on any burden, emotional or physical. To that end, his toned stomach quickly gained a set of powerful abs that were at once incredible to behold and yet simultaneously feminine; large enough to show his new strength, but not so prominent as to take away his new loveliness. This was true of his new biceps, and his widening hips, and his thickening thighs.
But the loss of fat and gaining of muscle was not all that Jack experienced, there were other, far more feminine touches that took place. His hair descended further, cascading over his shoulders and ending up entirely black. His breasts grew, leaving them at perhaps C-cups or so, on the smaller side of that sizing but certainly obvious to all that they were indeed breasts. The member between his legs shrunk yet further, not disappearing entirely but setting the stage for the flowering of womanhood to come. His face became more beautiful; he gained the slightly larger nose of his sister, but it suited his new face, with his more lady-like lips and entrancing grey-green eyes. His eyebrows became more prominent, and they radiated character, framing his new face in such a way as to let him go from cute to confident to smug to compassionate, all with just a simple change of expression. The remaining body hairs, apart from those upon his pubis, fell away entirely.
In mere moments, Jack had changed to look like a true woman, and was on the very cusp of becoming so entirely, with just one transformation left remaining.
“I’m a woman, Lisa,” he repeated, saying it as much to the skyline as he was to his sister. “And I know that now I feel comfortable admitting that to the world, that I’m going to be okay.”
Another silence fell, and this time Jack knew he had to turn around. His body felt different, somehow. He couldn’t say why, but a curtain was beginning to fall, a realisation that something was . . . different. Lisa stood there, her jaw open in shock, her eyes practically bulging.
“Lisa?” Jack asked. “What’s up?”
“What’s up? What’s up!? You just freaking changed right before my eyes, Jack! You - you are a woman!”
Jack looked down. His clothing was tight in places and loose in others, but he got the very distinct impression of a pair of sizable breasts, a near-hourglass figure, and a mix of curves and muscle he definitely shouldn’t have possessed. He blinked, lowering newly daintified hands to feel his changes, taking them in with a sense of utter awe.
“Holy shit,” he said. No, she said. “I’m a woman. I’m - I’m a woman.”
Neither knew what to say.
***
Jenna was alone, as usual. Her cats kept her good company these days, but something about her house just felt far too large now, far too empty. Ever since her husband had shacked up with that young so and so, she’d tried to move forward. The New Life Gym had helped her immensely, giving her a sense of purpose and letting her push her marital issues - if they could even be called that when divorce papers were in the process of being fully signed and dealt with - aside for the moment. She felt far younger than a woman in her forties should, and when she looked in the mirror she was happier than ever with herself; she could’ve sworn it was like her manly jawline had simply ceased to be overnight, just as her excess flab had pulled in tight and her drooping breasts gained a new fullness.
But it’s not enough, she thought to herself, staring into the mirror as Snowbell and Winston pushed around her ankles, demanding attention. It’s still not enough. What’s the point of it all, if I’m still coming home to an empty house? I thought for so long that if I just pushed myself to be better and better, I could leave Steven behind and forget that he had taken up literal decades of my life only to throw myself aside. But it’s still. Not. Enough.
She sighed, trying to figure out what to do with herself, with her whole damn life. How do you start again? How do you move on when so much of your life had been dominated by one form of social contact, to the detriment of everything else?
She received her answer unexpectedly in the form of a phone call. She picked up the phone and saw that, of all people, it was Rob Halloway.
“Rob?” she asked.
‘Hey,’ came the voice on the other end. It sounded a little more . . . feminine than it had been before, but perhaps it was just her imagination. ‘This is Jenna, right? I got the right number when we exchanged the other day at Sweetum Eatums?’
“This is me,” she said. “How can I help you, Rob? Has something happened?”
‘No, it’s not that. I just thought . . . well, I know this sounds weird, but I’m feeling a bit distant from my roommates lately. We used to be friends, but they’ve been assholes lately and stuff. Anyway, I thought we could catch up, if you were free.’
Jenna looked at the clock. “Is this for the whole group, then?” she asked.
‘Um, initially. But Greg is taking extra time in the gym, you know how he is. And I can’t reach Jack - he said something about catching up with his sister, though. And, well, I just thought if you, like, wanted to do something anyway, just the two of us. I know that sounds odd, but we could grab a bite to eat or hit the town or whatever. It’s probably a stupid idea but ever since my girlfriend left me I’ve been pretty shit at being social, so I thought maybe someone else might-’
“I’d love to!” she said, blurting her words out without even meaning to. “I mean, yes, that would be appreciated. It’s good to know a young man is willing to put up with an older woman’s company!”
They shared an awkward laugh.
‘Please, you’re not that old. Did you want me to come pick you up or something? We could just chill or something if you don’t want to go out.’
But Jenna eyed her reflection again, and this time a sense of purpose was creeping back in. A sense of connection. Had her lips always been so lovely? And her eyes so big!? Certainly, her workouts must have helped her bust, because she was looking much finer in certain places than her soon-to-be former husband’s mistress.
I haven’t been to a club in years, she thought. I wasted the best years of my life missing out on fun like that. Maybe it’s time to get out there and see what’s on offer.
“No,” she said to Rob. “Let’s hit the town, if you’re comfortable with that. You might be surprised, I think I can dust off my old wingman skills and help you find someone, anyway.”
Another laugh over the phone. ‘Right back at ya! Let’s do this! I’ll get all sorted. Just give me your address and I’ll pick you up.’
But Jenna just grinned, already imagining what her outfit would be for the night. It was a new start for her now; a true new start. And she was going to be fabulous for once, no longer hiding her appearance but being proud of it among others. And she was going to have fun.
“Nonsense Rob, we’re going to take a taxi. My treat. I want to party tonight.”
To Be Continued . . .
