My heart pounded as I walked into the gym, the familiar scent of sweat and disinfectant hitting me in a whole new way. I felt eyes on me as I strode confidently towards the weight area, my hips swaying with a natural rhythm I hadn't quite gotten used to yet.
"Hey girl!" a perky blonde called out, waving enthusiastically, "Ready to crush leg day?"
For a moment, I froze. Who was this woman? How was I supposed to act?
"You know it, babe!" I chirped, the words flowing easily from my lips, "Let's get those gains!"
As I settled into the squat rack, I marveled at how different everything felt in this body.
The bar rested differently on my shoulders, the weight distributed across a frame that was both strong and delicate. I took a deep breath, feeling the expansion of my chest against the tight sports bra. As I lowered into the squat, I was acutely aware of how my center of gravity had shifted.
"Form on point, Cara!" the blonde friend cheered.
As we moved through the workout, I found myself falling into an easy rhythm with Cara's friend. We chatted about protein shakes, the latest athleisure trends, and some guy named Chad who apparently worked at the reception.
As we finished our last set of hip thrusts, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Sweat glistened on Cara's toned body, her face flushed with exertion but still somehow flawless. She was fucking hot, that was for sure.
"Earth to Cara!" the blonde friend giggled, snapping me out of my trance, "You're totally checking yourself out again. Not that I blame you - if I had abs like that, I'd never stop looking at them either!"
I laughed, trying to channel Cara's bubbly personality, "Just making sure the gains are real, you know?"
As we headed to the locker room, I realized I was about to face a new challenge - changing clothes in a room full of women. I tried to act natural as I peeled off my sweat-soaked sports bra, exposing Cara’s bare breasts to the room.
Act natural, act natural...I repeated in my head like a mantra as I grabbed Cara's tank top from my bag and pulled it over my head. It was a bit loose on me, but it still hugged my curves in all the right places.
As we changed into our post-workout outfits, Rachel continued to chat away about her weekend plans and some drama with her boyfriend. Meanwhile, I struggled to keep up with this new body and its quirks.
When we were finally dressed and ready to leave the locker room, Rachel gave me a quick hug before heading out with promises of meeting up sometime for brunch. As soon as she left, my shoulders sagged with relief.
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