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Gym Membership, Part 9 (Multi TG RC)
🕑 Added 2025-02-08 21:33:53 +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 9: Just One Day
The agreement was made: all four of the Sweetums Eatems Crew, as they had occasionally called themselves, would rest up for the night, take a day to themselves, and then return to the New Life Gym for their final workout . . . if they decided to keep their new bodies. If they didn’t want to keep them, then they would meet to say goodbye, and to revert to their original body over time. According to Abigail, this would result in reality reorienting itself back to how it was for them originally.
“It happens less often than you would think,” she told the quartet, “but it does happen. Of course, I always think it’s a shame when it does. I get the sense that it’s more like the person backing out from being who they were always meant to be.”
With that, she looked over to Greg, who bit her lip and tried not to giggle nervously. She was doing a lot of that lately.
She means, like, me doesn’t she? the new Brazilian babe thought. But I don’t know if I should. I mean, I always had those fantasies, but . . .
She couldn’t even pursue the thought. Part of her had always wanted to be a woman, and her masculine aggression was a way of covering it. But to take that final step would be a bold one. Greg looked around at the others. They were still at Rob and Jenna’s place - technically Jenna’s, but there was almost already a sense that the two would be staying together from how they kept close now. All of them had slept over bar Abigail, who had returned in the morning to see how they were faring. She had told Nari Kim what was up, and that was why she was present here also, but the pair had decided not to inform Miss Hearns or Annabelle yet. The former was because this was uncharted territory, and both young New Life Gym workers wanted to prove themselves in getting these four ‘over the line’, so to speak. The latter was because as lovely as Annabelle was, she was also a total blonde ditz, and that could spell disaster if she was far too eager or ecstatic about the changes. Right now, Jenna and Greg especially could go either way.
“So, a day then,” Jack said. “I’ve got to spend some time with my sister anyway, and get used to all these muscles.”
“They are very cool muscles,” Nari piped in, grinning in her usual wide manner.
Jack smiled eagerly back. Yeah, Nari had no real concerns about Jack. She was already embracing her new bod and going by female pronouns, and no doubt just needed time to settle in.
“I won’t lie, being pretty muscly is cool,” Rob said, flexing her biceps. The action had the unintended consequence of ensuring that her very impressive bust strained against her ill-fitting male top. She had lost height, but her wider Polynesian body had curves for days, and Jenna’s face lit up as she observed her new friend.
“But,” Rob continued. “I’m also a girl. I mean, I’m a really hot girl, but it’s still so weird. To be this for life? That’s gotta take a lot of confidence. At least I feel more confident now, though.”
“I’ll say,” Jenna said, trying not to smirk too much. The memories of heading out to the dance floor and then getting rather frisky last night were warm and fuzzy in her mind. “I don’t feel more confident - I never lacked that - but I certainly feel more . . . youthful. Vibrant. Beautiful.”
“That’s because you obviously are,” Rob said, to a chorus of agreement.
Jenna rolled her eyes. “That’s the problem!” the gorgeous young latina declared. “I was always flabby and frumpy and plain-faced - some would even call me man-faced - but I wore it with pride, like an armour or shield. It was who I was, who I am, and I tolerated no bullshit. It’s why it took me so long to get used to Annabelle as my trainer, I thought she was just some ditz and I could never respect that. I was wrong, it turned out - where is she, by the way? I would have liked to have seen her.”
Nari frowned. Perhaps she had miscalculated?
Abigail intervened. “She’s busy helping set up the gym anyway. We can’t all be here.”
“Of course,” Jenna said, satisfied with the answer but sad that her friend wasn’t present. “I suppose a day is indeed what we need. Right, Greg?”
Greg bit her lip. She ran some fingers through her long, dark, luscious hair with all its wonderful South American curls. She didn’t know what to think. It didn’t help that she wasn’t nearly as much as a thinker anymore, not that she’d ever been the academic type. She looked to Abigail and found it hard to meet her eyes. The gorgeous, busty, pale-skinned goth girl was looking in her direction intently, as if gazing at a masterpiece in formation and hoping it would be finished soon.
She really does like me. She wanted me to change then, and the sensations were, like, sooooo hot. And we get along, and she’s funny, and -
And the answer fell right into her lap like that. Sometimes, being airheaded just meant that you had a clear head, it seemed.
“A full day it is, then,” she declared. “But we should all, like, do something to test if we’re okay with being really hot girls and stuff. Jenna and Rob, you should totally spend some time together doing something girls: finding clothes, going out in public together, I don’t know. Jack, you should definitely be with your sister but also, like, your family, so you see if you fit in nicely now. And Abigail-”
Abby’s head shot up, suddenly more interested.
Oh God, she looks me like I’m the world, Greg thought.
“Yeah?” Abigail said.
“M-maybe you could help me be more of a woman today? You know, to see if I, like, like it?”
Abby chuckled. It was a good sound. Nari nudged her and whispered something. Even from a distance it was obvious she was saying ‘good luck.’
“That sounds like a damn fine idea, Greg. Of course, we may have to choose a better name for you. For all of you, in fact.”
“I’ll keep mine,” Jenna said. “But I think Rob Halloway doesn’t quite have the same ring to my lovely friend here.”
It doesn’t, Rob thought. I don’t feel like a Rob at all. Maybe this little day of experimentation will help me find what I need. All of us.
It was exactly what they were all hoping for.
***
Jacqueline looked at herself in the mirror and flexed. She was wearing her jeans, but her top half had only a sports bra. Once more, she couldn’t believe that not only was she effectively a woman (just one final change between her thighs remained), but that she was such a damn powerful one!
I used to be so fat and unable to get my energy up, she reflected. Now, I feel like taking a hike every day and lifting straight up. Even compared to all the others, I’m the standout bodybuilder now. Even more than Greg. I hope he - or she - isn’t annoyed by that. But I won’t lie, it feels pretty amazing.
She made a few more poses, enthusiastically smiling as she did so, before putting her top back on.
“Jackie!” her mother called from downstairs. “Dinner is almost ready! You can come on down now!”
“Yeah, hurry up, sis!” Lisa called. “But try not to break any bannisters with those iron fists of yours, alright?”
There was an exchange of laughter at the lame joke, and Jackie laughed too.
Jackie. Jackie. I like it. It suits me. I always imagined taking a more exotic name when I became a woman - if I ever had the courage to do so. But now that I am one, I think a taste of the familiar is nice too. Jacqueline ‘Jackie’ . . . sounds perfect.
“I’ll be right down!” she declared. “Just checking out my old room!”
“Ah, nostalgia lane!” he father declared. “I still remember trying to get you to come down for food then. You haven’t changed!”
Another round of laughter, but Jackie still didn’t rush. She was too busy getting in touch with her childhood. Her new childhood.
The interstate drive was worth it. I don’t care how lagged I’ll be tomorrow. I needed to see this. The life I should have had.
She had briefly considered asking if she could tag along with Jenna Garcia and Rob Halloway. The two were her friends, particularly Jenna, but she didn’t want to third wheel their obvious relationship, and besides, she had to work up the courage to see her folks. With the reality change, it wasn’t like they’d remember the male her, but still, this was a coming out, of sorts. Having Lisa still be free to take the big drive over to her parents’ place had helped, and the two had bonded in sisterhood, chatting about life, work, workouts, movies, fashion, and old memories. The last had helped prepare Jackie, or at least so she had thought. It turns out that nothing can fully prepare you for stepping into your old family home and finding all the photos of you now displaying the little girl you always wished you had been.
But now this is who I’ve always been, she thought. The real me, deep inside.
She picked up a photograph of her in a little pink dress for her fifth birthday and chuckled. She gazed at another, showing her in her first Jiu-Jitsu program, then another of her fighting in her first wrestling comp. It made sense, given what her figure was now, and it made her wish to perhaps delve into that world going forwards. It looked like a hell of a lot of fun, and she’d clearly won a lot of medals.
“I am built for it, after all,” she said aloud, admiring her reflection.
She smiled, laughed, and then sobbed a little. The unexpected emotional tide hit her with surprising force, and she had to clear away tears. They were not tears of sadness, however, and not even of joy, either. Something like a deep, deep catharsis rolled through Jackie, and when it passed, she knew that she would be there for the final change tomorrow. No force on heaven or earth could stop her. This was the real her, now, and in many ways always had been.
“Hello me,” she said, exhaling a little as the rush passed through her. This part was joy. Definitely joy.
“Jackie! I will seriously eat all the potato mash and you won’t get a thing!”
Jackie’s eyes widened. Lisa was a damn good sis, but like all siblings, she could be ruthless. Hell, she was a lawyer, so no doubt she was already drafting up arguments to justify her theft.
“No way!” Jackie shouted, coming alive and running down the stairs and into the dining room. “That potato mash is mine, and the chicken too!”
She snatched the serving spoon from a laughing Lisa’s hand and began to serve herself out, much to the amusement of her family.
“Welcome back,” her mother said jokingly. “It’s good to finally have you with us, Jackie.”
Her words meant far more than her humorous intent. Jackie’s eyes just lit up.
“It’s good to finally be here too, Mom.”
***
Jenna and Rob had argued for some time what to do on their day. They had already gone out to a club, and had already worn some feminine clothing, though perhaps that could go further. They had also already gotten blazed together and made out on the couch and craved pizza, which had indeed been very homey. So what to do next? The suggestions varied from shopping trips to chilling at the apartment to going on a hike . . . but neither felt very much like hiking people.
In the end, it had been Jenna who had come up with the idea. They’d gone out to Sweetum Eatums again, just the pair of them, to brainstorm and clear their heads from the previous night. Rob was wearing a shirt that was much better tailored for her thicker, yet impressively voluptuous form, along with casual yoga pants that weren’t, thankfully, too tight (though her wonderful thighs and hips were impossible to hide). Jenna had opted for practical jeans, but in a spontaneous moment of daring, had decided on a crop top that left her lovely latina midriff on display. From the way Rob kept looking in her direction, it had clearly been the right decision.
“I’ve got it!” she declared, noticing a poster that was put up on the nearby wall. “We go to the park!”
“I thought you hated walking?”
“I love walking. I hate hiking. But I mean the amusement park! They’ve repaired the Big Dipper, I’ve heard.”
Rob smirked. “I wouldn’t have picked you for enjoying theme parks.”
“That’s because you don’t know everything about me. Before I became frumpy and old and a little bit cranky, I was an amusement park queen. It’s where I met my dog of a husband, but even he couldn’t take away my love of them. And now that I’m young again, and fitter too, I think I can finally get on the one ride that always daunted me: The Apocalypse Ryder.”
Rob leaned in close. “I’ve never ridden that either. Always got too scared and ended up getting stoned as an excuse.”
“Then let’s do it! Together, right? It can be a . . .”
She fumbled on the word. Why can’t I just say it? I like Rob. I want to be with her, at least for today. To let loose and be a new Jenna.
“A date?” Rob said, hopefully.
Jenna sighed in relief. “Exactly.
***
The pair screamed. The Apocalypse Ryder was not for the faint of heart, and the pair were definitely feeling faint of heart right now. Unfortunately, it was far too late, because the immense rollercoaster was descending like lightning. Both women lifted their arms, shrieking in their high voices.
“I’m really regretting not having a sports bra right now!” Jenna cried.
“M-me too!” Rob called out. “I didn’t realise how much these things - AGGHH!!”
Another turn, another corkscrew, another flip and turn and loop and spin. Rob wasn’t used to having long hair that went everywhere, but everywhere it now went. She had no doubt that her photo was going to be hilarious. She gripped Jenna’s hand, and the two held on tight as the intense rollercoaster ride went through its next circuit, the screams of excitement and fear from its passengers adding to the vibe. Finally, it pulled to a slow stop, leaving them panting.
“Oh my God, that was crazier than any acid trip I’ve ever taken,” Rob declared. “Am I freaking out just because I’m a woman now, or was that crazy as hell?”
“No, it was definitely crazy for me too,” Jenna said. But she couldn’t help but suppress her grin. “Crazy and wonderful, right?”
Rob matched her expression. “Crazy and wonderful indeed. But let’s do something more relaxed after this. All these harnesses are clearly not made for this new Polynesian body!”
They got out of the ride not long after and hit the fairgrounds, getting food together and enjoying the slower rides. As they did so, both women found themselves feeling utterly carefree and without worry. Rob’s wide hips caught the attention of a few men, and Jenna got even more looks with her more classical petite yet busty figure.
“So weird to be getting looks from men,” Rob said.
“Trust me, I’m not used to it either. It’s not bad, but . . .”
But I’d rather get those looks just from you, she thought, looking at Rob. She took the woman’s arm, pressing herself more closely against her, even resting her head against her shoulder for a moment - a hard feat, given that Rob was now shorter.
God, I could get used to this, thought Rob. This chick is definitely into me. How on earth did it take me turning into a Polynesian woman to finally meet a woman like Jenna?
She realised she hadn’t thought about the sting of her previous girlfriend in ages now, and now that she had remembered her, there was no sting at all.
“Nice tits, girls!” one man called out rather crudely.
Without even thinking, both women matched their response: a middle finger to him. It made him embarrassed, and them laugh.
“Dykes,” he spat.
“You know it!” Rob called. “And we’re going to the Tunnel of Love, baby! C’mon, Jenna. Did your ex ever take you on this one?”
“You know what?” the latina replied. “Even if he did, I have a feeling this time will be a lot better.”
They paid the fare and got in together, entering the dark tunnel on their little boat. The little glowing pink hearts and swans were so damn cheesy, but cheesy seemed to work for the new pair, who instinctively began to hold one another. Both had the memories of that makeout session at the club in their minds.
“We shouldn’t be naughty,” Jenna said, noticing that Rob’s hand was close to her chest.
But Rob’s confidence was finally back in full. She was looking at Jenna, feeling a connection with this woman that far outstripped her knowledge of previous relationships.
She’s so damn beautiful. And knowing that she’s actually older and has, like, all this wisdom and stuff, well, it just makes us a better match. She can bring the smarts and maturity, but I’ll bring the fun and silliness. Teach her how to be young again. Young and fucking gorgeous.
“You’re a hot young lady again, Jenna,” Rob said. “You should be naughty. You can grow up later. For now, let’s totally make out here.”
Jenna swallowed, desire growing within her. “I’d . . . I’d really like that, Rob.”
“Call me Rose,” Rob said.
“Rose, it suits you.”
“I thought so. Now hurry up and fucking make out with me. Because I seriously cannot stand how hot we both are, and the fare was expensive.”
Jenna gave a big belly laugh, and then launched herself at the other woman. It was a good thing that no one else was on the ride, because the two were about to get very frisky indeed.
***
Greg wasn’t really sure what to do. The gym was his - her - life. She had always come here, hoping to gain more muscle and become tougher, fiercer. She’d paroled female presence in the gym, particularly any girl that openly displayed her attractiveness and femininity, and while she had thought it was to preserve the sanctity of the gym space, she knew how that it was otherwise. She had just been lashing out at her own internal desire to be a woman by pushing back against any visible ‘temptation.’
Well, the nature of temptation had changed now. Her mind, once so full of testosterone and aggression, was now increasingly bubbly and sweet. She peppered her sentences with ‘like’ and ‘totes’ and ‘Oh-Em-Gee!’, and had a habit of giggling in a girlish fashion. Her new Brazilian accent was sultry and attractive, fitting given how beautiful the rest of her was, and she found it hard not to flaunt her gorgeous body. She was lean, muscled, but also voluptuous in all the right ways, with a backside and set of hips that would make Shakira blush. And while some part of her was finding it hard to come to terms with these bodily alterations, another part of her was much too proud of them.
Especially given how she looked at them.
Abigail had a habit of scratching her right eyebrow whenever she was clearly attracted to Greg’s form, and the new woman was finally starting to recognise the patterns of the pint-sized powerhouse accompanying her.
“It’s not, like, too much or something?” Greg asked, twirling herself around in the dress.
“Oh, it is way too much, and that’s what makes it good, girl. Seriously, who woulda thunk that a chauvinistic alpha male loner would make such a saucy damn dame?”
Greg giggled. “You’re, like, such a teaser.”
“Speak for yourself and that neckline, hun! Give another twirl.”
“Did you miss something?” Greg asked, twirling again. “What was it?”
Abigail chuckled. “No, I just wanted to see that full body turn again.”
“You are sooooo the worst!”
Abigail cocked her hips to one side, placing one hand on her left hip and the other on the point of her chin.
That’s, like, a really really REALLY hot look, Greg thought, mind ablaze.
“Hmm, yeah,” Abigail said, almost thoughtfully. “I guess I really am the worst. Well, I guess you’ll just have to be twice as sweet to make up for it, and maybe try on that pretty red thing over there while we’re at it?”
She’d been Shanghai’d. Kidnapped. Extorted. Deceived. Outsmarted, though that last one was fairly easy these days. She’d umm’d and ahh’d over what to do on her potential final day as a woman, and in the end had asked Abigail to be the decider. This was the woman who had helped her change further, and the two undeniably held a connection. Greg had expected that Abby, being a powerful, snarky, witty goth girl, would invite her to some underground club or take her somewhere dangerous, or otherwise do something that would appeal to Greg’s vestigial male pride.
Instead, the woman had dangled such possibilities right before Greg’s nose, until finally the trap closed and it was too late: Greg was already in the mall at Coquette’s, a fashion-filled clothing store, and Abigail was practically demanding a full montage of different dresses, crop tops, lingerie, bikinis, short skirts, sports bras, cocktail dresses, and a host of other feminine fashions that showed off her divine Brazilian body.
Greg looked over to the red dress that Abigail was indicating towards. It was indeed a slinky number, and she suspected that her recently improved bust would make quite the impression at the front, while her thick, olive-skinned thighs would be almost entirely displayed by its hem.
“You’ve got to be, like, kidding me!” she declared. “I’ll barely fit into that.”
“Mhmm, hmm. That’s the point.”
“When I’m, like, a man again, I’m seriously gonna talk to HR about all of this. That’s how that goes, right?”
“Dude, we’re on a date at a mall. I don’t think Miss Hearns gives a shit about what goes on here. Now, are you gonna wear that red dress or not? You know you want to?”
Greg giggled. She simply couldn’t help it. For all that she was trying to put on bravado and act like this was embarrassing, the truth was that she loved it.
I really would look so utterly completely hot in that dress. Oh my God, my athletic figure would also be sooooo on display. I bet Abigail couldn’t tear her eyes off me. Bet that would put some red on those pale cheeks, lol!
Her mind was more bimbo-ish than ever, and yet there was something freeing about that. It meant she could simply be, instead of having to worry about appearances and fronts and facades, all the walls of masculinity and pride she had erected over the years. The New Life Gym had brought those crashing down. And now, she was finally having fun, and more than that, connecting to someone.
“I’ll wear it, if you promise to make out with me in the change closet afterwards.”
Abigail gave a hoot. “Oh no, woe is me, I guess I’ll just have to suck it up and really take one for the team there.”
They both laughed - Greg with a high-pitched, bubbly tone and Abigail with her usual low contralto chuckle. And just as requested, Greg indeed did put on the dress, showing off her form for Abby, who winked appreciatively, the little goth always managing to have the edge no matter her size, but Greg was beginning to understand her moods, and how a small gesture could mean a whole lot. And that wink did indeed contain a lot.
“New plan,” she said as they moved to the change closet. “You go in alone, get dressed again, and we buy a few things.”
“But we don’t even know if I’ll, like, stay a girl!”
But Abigail just folded her arms and raised an eyebrow.
“We don’t!” Greg exclaimed. “We really don’t!”
“Suuuuure, we don’t. By the way, do you have an idea of a girl’s name if you do stay a girl, perchance?”
Greg giggled. “Oh, that’s totes easy. I’d be Gabriella.”
“Spoken like someone who already has a notion of which way she wants to go. C’mon, let’s get out of her. I want to hit the road and show you something.”
Intrigued, Greg did as she requested.
***
The night air was cool. It was dark, and they had driven for over an hour to get far beyond the city limits. Abby had grabbed them some fast food on the way, but otherwise told Gabriella little of what they were doing until she instructed her to get out of the car and walk with her up a hill.
“Like, you’re not secretly a serial killer, are you?”
Abby chuckled. “Nah, that’s Annabelle. She’s way too kind to be legit. This is something more . . . personal. Think of it as my private space, one I’m willing to share with you, Gabriella.”
Gabriella, she thought to herself. It comes to me sooooo easy now.
Smiling, she followed Abby up the hill and through a walking track that was clearly in Abby’s head. Lit by the light of a torch, they emerged out the other side of the trees into a beautiful clearing. It was almost perfectly circular, and there was a small stream running through it, dividing one third away. The wind swayed through this space, cooling the warm summer air. Above, the stars were radiant and brilliant, their distance from town allowing the impression of the Milky Way galaxy’s long arm to stretch into the eons above them.
Gabriella’s jaw fell. “Wow, this is like . . . so amazing. I’ve never, ever seen anything like this.”
“Like I said, it’s my private space. I haven’t really shown anyone this, so don’t you dare fucking bring a party here or I will seriously chock a bitch.”
Gabriella snorted.
“What?”
“Sorry, it’s just, you were so intimidating when we met, but now I see through the act. You’re a real sweetie, Abby.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Look, I like you, Gabriella. I don’t want you to change back. I’ll just put that right out there. In fact, I’d rather like it if you stuck around and joined our crew.”
“Like, at New Life Gym?”
“Where else? You’d be amazing there, and the girls would love you. God, especially Annabelle. Thank God she’s straight, or I’d have to really set boundaries with her. I guess I’m taking you out to this place because it’s where I collect my thoughts and let my innermost self come out. Where I can gather everything, sort it out, and figure out not just who I am but what I want. And-”
“You want me.”
The words had escaped Gabriella’s lips before she’d even really thought to speak them, but then again, that was perhaps another gift of her new, rather bubbly nature: there were no layers to hide behind for her anymore, no truths to evade. What you saw was what you got, and right now, she was seeing a beautiful goth girl lit up by the stars above, here in a serene and hidden place, and she was there, wanting this woman.
“Yeah, pretty much,” Abigail said weakly. “When we turned you further during that workout, it was fucking hot. Seriously, it was incredible. But . . . I also felt like I was taking advantage of you.”
Gabriella looked up at the stars again. Had she ever appreciated such a sight as a man?
“You didn’t. You helped me find the courage to be, like, the person I want to be.”
“Still, it’s worth bringing you here. I like you, Gabriella. You’re funny, and you’re obsessive, and you love the gym and you’re damn hot and I feel at peace with you, y’know. So I guess this is my way of telling you that this . . . whatever, is between us, it goes deeper than skin, you know. It’s about more than just the fact that you’re a total damn hottie.”
Gabriella beamed, her own smile as bright as the stars above. She sauntered closer to Abigail. For once, the dynamic between them was reversed. Abby was now the vulnerable one, the one not quite knowing where things stood, extending an olive branch of apology. And Gabriella was now sure of herself, confident and in control.
I’m, like, exactly who I’m meant to be, she thought.
“You’re a damn hottie too,” she replied, her lips almost touching Abby’s. “And I like you for more than just that. But you are, like, pretty damn hot.”
Abby snorted, the two chuckling as they held one another.
And then, slowly, the two began to kiss. They held one another, making out beneath the light of the stars, their passions joining as one.
For Greg, now Gabriella, it was the closest thing to a rebirth as she could imagine.
She hoped that the other three transformees had found themselves similarly reborn.
To Be Concluded . . .
