A New Routine

 16/25

The mirrors were merciless. The music may have stopped, the workout had subsided, for now, but the humiliation was relentless. Even though Isaac could control his body again, he was helpless to stare desperately at his reflection. One mirror reflected another reflected another reflection like a taunting echo, endless reminders of his ridiculous new reality.

He allowed his wide-eyed stare to fall to his crotch and immediately wished he hadn't. The spandex left nothing to the imagination as it hugged the curves of his new sex. Slick and smooth and tight, it stretched over his tingling crotch and split his pert asscheeks with the reverse of his thong leotard. A thin film of sweat covered his new body and his, albeit much smaller muscles ached painfully. Across the studio, a buxom instructor was readjusting her platinum blonde ringlets under a bubblegum pink sweatband that matched her similarly thonged leotard. She was cute. She was sexy, but, most importantly of all, she was a powerful witch. Watching her stretch her supple limbs and pixie grin, Isaac felt something new. Regret.

This spandex clad turn was far from the gym induction for which Isaac had hoped. He ought to have been in the weight room pumping some iron, only his mouth happened to be as big as his biceps. As he had been filling out his registration, the timid young girl behind the desk had asked if he was interested in signing up for any additional classes such as pilates, yoga or zumba. Isaac had scoffed and declared such distractions for middle-aged women and trophy bimbo-wives more interested in getting use out of their overpriced gym gear than actually getting in shape – a poor choice of words when the classes' head coach happened to be talking with a client in the waiting area – an especially poor choice of words when said coach had the power to transform Isaac into the exact kind of bimbo trophy wife he so scorned.

The music inevitably restarted and Isaac's new body resumed its popping and shaking. With every bend and stretch, the shiny material seemed to grow tighter and he felt his loins throbbing with the music. The blonde instructor enticed his body into positions he could have only have dreamed of in his own body – twisting him up like a spandex clad pretzel. He panted heavily drawing the stares of the women surrounding him as his legs and butt grew tired and sore and he longed for a chance to lie down and close his eyes to the mirrors taunting him. Finally, the pounding music subsided and the women around him picked up their towels and mats and headed for the door.

"See you next week, girls," the instructor called out. Her eyes fell on Isaac as he tried to follow them out meekly. "Not you," she whispered sternly and his body involuntarily froze. "I believe you are staying for my polefitness class. Now come, you can't do it dressed like that. You'll be too slippery. So, what would you prefer? Hotpants or just panties?"