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The Seven Ex-Girlfriends of Jonas - Part 4 [Gym Bunny TG]
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Chapter 4 - Gym Bunny
It’s funny how a thing as mundane as walking could be so different from body to body. With Nari and Heather, it had been all tits and ass, sashaying hips and exaggerated sway to draw the eye. With Gina, it had been purposeful, head high, heels clicking and the sensual rub of stockings against my thighs. Now, I was Lacey, and my stride was strong. I still had a feminine sway to my hips, but there was a new element, a different kind of confidence that came with strength.
Lacey wasn't as curvy as my other exes, but she made up for what she lacked in the bust in sheer muscle. When I woke up this morning, it was at five am; no alarm was necessary. Before I could even properly wake up, I was on my feet, doing squats for my first warm-up. The first time Lacey had woken me doing those after we slept together, I’d love it. I’ve laid there in bed watching her tight buns clench over and over right in front of my face, with only her thin, tight-fitting bike short-style panties to cover them. The next few times I’d been woken at sunrise, it had been less charming.
The problem with Lacey, I quickly discovered, is that she was a different kind of vain. She wasn't the sort of woman to spend hours perfecting her makeup in the mirror; with her sun kissed skin and dark blonde hair, she didn't need it. Instead, she spent every waking moment working out.
“Physical perfection takes work,” is all she’d said when I suggested she skip a day at the gym now and then.
It was exhausting being around her. Turns out, it was even more exhausting being her. That narrow-minded focus was my enemy in a whole different way. As much as I had wanted to crawl back into bed and sleep for a week after my exhausting day as Gina, Lacey’s impulses wouldn't let me. My muscles seemed to burn with the need to work out. After finishing my squats and stretches, I’d jogged across the room (yes, jogged) over to the wardrobe and dressed myself in tight bike shorts, a sports bra, sneakers…and nothing else.
I felt the need to be as free and flexible as possible. My clothes were almost a second skin, it felt like I was wearing nothing at all, which is why I couldn't help but blush as I strutted my way down the street. I could feel the fabric sinking into the cleft of my ass and my tits being squished against one another. I felt downright indecent, but I couldn’t slow down or try to make myself less conspicuous because Lacey’s boundless confidence kept me going. It was taking all my self-control not to break into a full jog.
The smell of fresh bread and coffee made my mouth water, so I stopped to look at the cafe across the street. My stomach growled; I’d been so pumped up I’d left the house without eating.
“Can’t have a workout on an empty stomach…” I muttered. “Not that I want to work out.”
I pushed my way inside and breathed deeply, the rich smell of coffee beans made me sigh in contentment. I’d kill for a proper coffee right now, something rich and dark with milk and maybe some sugar; but when I finally made it to the front of the line the words that left my mouth were:
“Wheatgrass smoothie and a protein ball, thanks.”
What the fuck was a protein ball? I felt my hand reach out to take the bag on auto-pilot; eyes gazing over the toasted banana bread and muffins that I actually wanted.
“Hey, bubble butt, the line is moving!” The guy behind me yelled, and I jumped out of the way, my face burning with embarrassment.
“My ass isn't that-oh.”
I twisted my body to look and saw that my shorts had almost completely disappeared up my crack; the ends flared slightly, making my ass all the more eye-catching. Lacey was so fit, her cheeks were taut but also round; a bubble butt indeed. I tugged down on the pants and hurried out of the shop, feeling them slowly rise back up into my cleft within a few steps. No amount of tugging would keep me looking decent. The right thing to do would be to go home and change, preferably just stay there, but I felt compelled to keep going. Before I could take more than a few steps though,a woman stepped in front of me. She wore a long skirt, a turtleneck and pearls; they matched her pale, sour face perfectly.
“You should be ashamed.”
I blinked in shock, looking from side to side in confusion.
“Me?” I asked in confusion. “What have I done?”
“Parading around like that!” The woman spat. “What sort of self-respecting woman dresses that way in public! Or at all, for that matter!”
God, I hated confrontation, especially when I agreed with this woman. However nasty she seemed, she wasn't wrong. I wanted to apologise and slink off, but instead, my spine straightened, and I felt that surge of confidence spread through me. Oh no, Lacey, no don’t make me say something stupid! It was no use, the compulsion was too strong.
“You’re the one who has to learn about self-respect, lady.” I grinned. “I am hot, fit and happy to boot. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with how I look and you know it. It’s not like my tits are falling out. You just wish you looked like me.”
And with that, I flipped my pony tail over my shoulder, struck my nose in the air and walked past her, head held high. Whatever that woman had been expecting, it wasn’t that. She muttered something after me, but I just sipped at my wheatgrass smoothie and smiled. Man…that felt awesome! I didn't think moments like that happened in real life, comebacks that left people speechless were usually reserved for shower thoughts three days later.
I was so caught up in enjoying the moment that I didn't realise where my feet were carrying me. A blast of cold air sent a shiver over my skin as I stepped into the gym. It was one of those modern gyms aimed at women, with soft pastels and potted ferns everywhere.
“Ah, there you are!” A brown-haired woman sighed in relief. “You’re late. Your first appointment is already here.”
Before I could ask what she meant, the woman was already gone, rounding up a group of ladies and telling them to unroll their yoga mats, leaving me in the lurch. I put my protein ball down, happy to have an excuse not to eat it, and looked around for the showers.
“Um, excuse me, are you Lacey?”
I turned and saw a woman with red hair and freckles playing nervously with the hem of her shorts.
“Yes?”
“Oh good, I’m Sasha…you’re nine o’clock?”
I felt a grin split across my face. I totally forgot Lacey was a personal trainer! That meant I would get to spend the whole day watching a bunch of hot girls work out! Finally, some good fucking luck!
“Alrighty! Let’s get started!” I beamed, looking my new charge up and down. She was a little on the chubby side, not massive, but with some meat on her bones in all the right places. A few decades ago, she’d be pinup material. Her work out gear was totally new and showed off her figure perfectly. Oh yes, this would be fun.
“Let’s start with the treadmill, a bit of cardio,” I suggested, glad my compulsions knew how to start the machine.
“Aren't you going to run, too?” Sasha asked as I helped her up.
“Oh…” Actually, I had planned on just watching, but my legs were itching to move. “Sure.”
I climbed onto my own treadmill and set it to a light jog. That way I could focus on stealing glances at Sasha while she moved. She started up, and immediately, those curves started to bounce. My own chest was held too tightly in place, but her Double D’s had no chance. The world's strongest sports bra couldn’t stop them from jiggling. Sasha’s eyes met mine and she blushed.
“Relax, I am just keeping an eye on your form.” I lied smoothly. “Keep your eyes forward and uh, breathe.”
“Okay!”
She took in a deep breath, and I almost stumbled on the treadmill as her bra threatened to snap open. I wanted to keep looking, but my own body distracted me. My legs itched; this light jog wasn’t cutting it; I turned up the machine and turned forward for a moment. Exercising had never really been my thing, but in this body, it felt great. I turned the speed up again, then again, until I was in a decent spring. My legs burned pleasantly and I found myself getting lost in the rhythmic thump of my sneakers against the treadmill. My body felt good but in a different way to what I was used to with the other bodies I’d inhabited. For the first time in my life, I understood why people enjoyed working out.
“C-can we take a break?” Sasha panted, half falling off her machine. “We’ve been going for almost fifteen minutes.”
“Oh my gosh! Sorry!”
I quickly jumped down and helped her to the ground to stretch.
“I got caught up in the routine.” I blushed, “Sorry about that.”
Damn it, I had been so focused on running I’d forgotten to check her out much. My eyes fell to her heaving chest as it rose and fell. She was too busy trying to catch her breath to notice me, but my eyes kept shifting away for some reason. Dammit, Lacey’s impulse was to give this girl space and respect. I finally had a life that allowed me to have some fun, and I couldn't even enjoy it.
“Sorry, this is pretty pathetic, isn’t it?” Sasha sighed. “I shouldn't be wasting your time.”
“What do you mean? We only just got started!”
“And I am already out of breath!”
“You can’t expect to be an athlete halfway through one lesson.”
An odd mixture of emotions were swirling inside me; my own instincts to try and perv on this woman were being overpowered by…something else. Something like a sisterly bond. Lacey wanted to lift this woman up and make her see the best in herself. I was just along for the ride.
“My boyfriend is going to dump me if I don’t lose some weight.” Sasha admitted. “I’ve been trying but nothing works.”
“What? Your boyfriend sounds like an idiot.” I said in disgust, if he didn't want to date a fat chick he should have just broken up with her and moved on. I didn't say that though, instead I continued:
“You’re not even fat; you’re curvy. Sure, you could be fitter, but it’s not like you’re unhealthy. You should work out for you, not him.”
Sasha rolled her eyes.
“Please don't give me that, ‘love your body’ talk. It’s easy to say when you look like that.”
She waved a hand up and down my body, and I shrugged.
“Look, that’s fair, I am pretty impressive.”
“Humble, too.” Sasha snorted.
“Ha! Made you laugh!”
Pride swelled in my chest as I helped Sasha to her feet.
“Come on, we’re going to use the barbells.”
“What! No way I can't lift those.”
“Yes, you can! And you’re going to prove it to yourself.”
I grabbed Sasha by the wrist and ran over to where a set was waiting. My fingers twitched, and I felt my blood start to race with excitement.
“Here, I will show you how it’s done.”
I laid down beneath the bars and took a deep breath before wrapping my fingers around the bar. I explained the technique to Sasha, relying purely on Lacey’s knowledge. Then I tense, held my breath and pushed. It felt incredible; my abs tightened, and my arms burned as I pressed the barbel up, locking my elbows before lowering it again. It felt incredible; I was so powerful. Back when Lacey and I were together, I used to joke that she could kick my ass, but I’d never really believed it. A woman could never beat me after all but now that I was here in her body, I realised how stupid I had been. Lacey could kick just about anybody’s ass. She was strong, beautiful and athletic, and now I was too!
I almost got lost in the workout again, but my chest started screaming at me to stop, and I placed the bar back up and gave Sasha a grin. The poor girl was pale as snow.
“You can do it,” I promised. “Let’s just start with one.”
“O-Okay…”
She looked so nervous as she lay down, and I felt a flare of anger directed at her boyfriend. This girl was so sweet, she deserved to be treated like a princess, not torn down because she had some junk in the trunk. I realised, just as she was about to start, that I would probably have said the same thing if I’d never been forced to live this day as Lacey. Guilt and a strange sense of conflict stirred within me. I’d been so pissed off this was happening, the spell was supposed to be my revenge after all, but for the first time I had a niggling doubt. Maybe…maybe my exes hadn't been in the wrong, maybe I had?
I shook my head free of such thoughts; I was only feeling that way because of these weird impulses. Once I was back in my proper body I would be able to think clearly. Sasha gripped the bar and gave me a nervous look. I gave her a thumbs up.
“Just do exactly what I showed you.”
She nodded and took a deep breath before tenseing and pushing upwards. Her arms trembled and I could see sweat beading on her temples.
“You can do this!” I cheered. “Come on, just a little more.”
Sasha strained, pushing the barbell up until finally, her arms were locked. I cheered, feeling genuine pride flood through me. Sasha’s face was elated; there was a sparkle in her eyes that brought a tear to my own. I’d never felt pride in somebody else before now. I had no idea it could feel so…nice.
“See! I told you!I knew you could do it.” I smiled, helping her place the barbell back on the rack.
“Yeah…I did. I really did, didn’t I?”
“And you know what the most important part is?” I said. “You did it for you, Sasha. Not some asshole. That’s what this is all about self-improvement for your sake, not anybody else's.”
It felt so weird to feel those words coming out of my mouth. Weirdly, I felt like I was the one getting a pep talk, not giving it.
“Yeah, I guess you are right!” Sasha grinned. “Oh my goodness, that’s an hour already.”
Sasha wiped the sweat from her brow and then offered me her hand, before thinking better of it.
“Thanks, Lacey. I hope I can come back again next week?”
“Of course, babe! We’ll have you in your dream body before you know it!”
She gave me one final exhausted smile before ducking off to the showers. I grabbed a water bottle from the station and took a deep drink just before another woman approached me. This time, a frizzy-haired brunette with muscles on her muscles.
“Hey, Lacey, hope you’re ready for a workout because I am determined to move up a weight class this week!
The day continued like that, with woman after woman ready for personal training. While Nari’s work had been embarrassing but pleasurable and Gina’s much the same, this was something new. I’d never felt fulfilled by my job before, but clearly, Lacey did. I spent my day helping other women feel comfortable and confident in their own bodies, and it felt…nice.
As I jogged home, I tried to focus on how my body felt. I tried to focus on my tits and ass, so I could at least get turned on and rub one out in this body before I switched to the next one, but I couldn’t stop thinking about that new doubt in my head. Was I in the wrong? Was I the asshole? Not exactly thoughts that helped when it came to getting horny.
By the time I reached Lacey's apartment, I was too exhausted to even think about sex. It didn't matter, though, because as I fell into bed, I still had that sense of pride that only comes from a day of hard work. I let exhaustion take me, and silently hoped I would get to have another day just so I could experience that sense of pride again.
