Working Out - Part 1

Henry had developed a crush on a girl at the gym lately, but he was still too afraid to approach. It wouldn't be right to disturb her workout, he thought. After all, she was way out of his league.

She had a perfect body –toned and athletic, with every line and curve in perfect harmony. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back, its golden strands glistening under the gym's fluorescent lights. His eyes traced her butt and her thighs. He imagined what it would be like to put his hands on her lovely hourglass figure.

A heavy sadness weighed on his heart, knowing that she would likely never be his to date.

But there was one way he knew he could get closer to her. Henry pulled out his transmogrifier, and, while no one was looking, scanned a stray hair of hers. If he couldn't have her, he would have to become her.

Finally, the day came when Henry felt ready. He arrived at the gym early. His heart raced with anticipation as he entered the bustling gym, blending seamlessly among the crowd.

Henry located the girl across the room, engrossed in her workout routine. She was effortlessly lifting weights, her toned muscles glistening with sweat. He admired her strength and determination from afar, his admiration mingled with a sense of guilt for what he was about to do.

He waited until she was done with her workout. As the girl made her way towards the lockers, Henry discreetly followed, careful to keep a safe distance. His palms were slick with nervousness as he watched her place her belongings in the locker and turn the dial. This was his moment.

Taking a deep breath, Henry approached her locker, his heart pounding against his chest. He quickly scanned the area, making sure that no one was paying attention before he activated his body morphing device. With a surge of power, he transformed into an exact copy of the girl standing in front of him. Every strand of hair, every freckle on her skin, he replicated flawlessly. In the blink of an eye, he had become her twin, indistinguishable from the real thing.

Henry marveled at how different her body felt, how his center of balance had unexpectedly shifted. His hands, previously accustomed to roughness and strength, now glided over soft, feminine skin. He had achieved what he thought was impossible - he had become the girl of his dreams.

Henry marveled at the uncanny resemblance as he stood there, staring at his own reflection in the locker room mirror.

But he knew he couldn't walk out of there dressed in his old men's clothing. He tiptoed behind the girl, who was standing idly by her locker, texting someone on her phone.

He had rehearsed this moment in his mind countless times.

As she finally turned around, Henry took a deep breath and put on the girl's signature smile, hoping to hide the nerves that threatened to consume him.

"Hey," he said, his voice mirroring hers perfectly.

She looked as if she had seen a ghost, "You– you're me?"

"Yes," Henry gestured to the sleek sports bra and form-fitting compression tights she wore, his eyes taking in every contour of her body, "Now, hand over your clothes."

Without uttering a word, the girl's eyes widened with a mixture of fear and confusion. She hesitated for a moment, torn between complying and resisting. But as Henry raised an eyebrow, silently urging her to act quickly, she reluctantly began to peel off her clothes.

Her fingers trembled as she slowly peeled off her sweaty sports bra and tights. The fabric clung to her body like a second skin, damp and heavy with the exertion of her workout.

Her voice quivered as she spoke, "Who are you? Why are you doing this?"

"Your underwear, too, please."

As the girl handed over her gym attire, piece by piece, Henry felt a pang of guilt deep within him. He knew what he was doing was wrong, manipulative even. Yet, driven by his infatuation and the desire to be close to her, he couldn't bring himself to stop.

"Thank you," Henry said softly, trying to mimic the girl's tone as he tucked a strand of hair behind his ear.

He took the gym wear into his hands. They smelled of her sweat. Henry licked his lips. He couldn't wait to pull the elastic garments over his new curves. He delicately slipped his toes into the lace of her panties, feeling the soft fabric against his skin. With a slow, teasing motion, he pulled them up, inch by inch, watching as they hugged her curves and accentuated her curves.

"Gymshark, huh?" Henry held up the fitted leggings –He couldn't wait to see how they accentuated his now feminine figure.

With bated breath, Henry slowly peeled off his faded t-shirt, revealing the transformation that had taken place on his chest. Two round, full breasts now sat where there used to be a flat chest, causing Henry to feel a mix of both shock and awe.

He nervously reached out for the padded sports bra, his hands slightly trembling as he pulled it over his head. The fabric constricted around his chest, at the same time sculpting his breasts and accentuating their shape. Henry gazed at them in the mirror, unable to believe the changes he had just undergone. He reached out to touch them, feeling them jiggle slightly.

As he put on the leggings, the fabric hugged his newly transformed thighs and buttocks. He couldn't help but admire the smoothness of his skin, the curve of his hips, and the roundness of his ass. He even noticed a small tattoo on his left hip, the same one the girl had.

"Wow," Henry stood before the mirror, spinning slowly to take in every angle, "This is incredible."

"I can't believe this," Henry whispered to himself with a smile on his face, "I'm actually ...a girl."

And the smell of her post-workout sweat that he now adorned... it clung to his skin and mingled with the sweet aroma of her perfume, creating a heady combination that made his heart race.

"What's your name?" Henry glanced at the girl, who stood shivering before him.

"I...I'm Lily," she stammered.

"Lily..." Henry mulled over the name, "I'm Lily..."

"What are you going to do with me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I know this may seem strange and wrong, but please understand that I only did this because... I couldn't bear the thought of never being close to you."

He pointed the transmogrifier at her, "I have the power to change you back, Lily. But before I do, there's something I need from you."

Lily's eyes widened with apprehension, but she remained silent, waiting for Henry to continue.

"I want you to teach me," Henry said softly, his voice tinged with vulnerability, "I want to know what it's like to be you."

There was a flash of light, and Lily found herself transforming...