I was in the middle of a grueling workout at the local gym where I had been a member now for five years. I had begun with bench presses, four sets of ten repetitions. I moved on to the inclined bench, another four sets. From there I went back to the horizontal bench and with 40 pounds in each hand I came across my chest from below the bench twenty times. My chest workout finished, I had planned to work my arms; biceps, forearms and triceps.
Cindy Dressler stood five nine with blond hair down on her shoulders, pretty blue eyes and a body that just wouldn't quit. The sports bra that she routinely wore while exercising held a fairly decent size set of firm C cup breasts. Her slender long legged body had just enough curve at the waist to excite me.
As it turned out she was also not dumb. College educated with a degree Accounting she worked at a CPA firm.
We had been acquaintances now for a few weeks since she became a member at the club. Hardly a day passed when we didn't have a few friendly words. I came to know her a little. Her favorite reading was Danielle Steele and Nora Roberts. If she was not reading she enjoyed taking pictures with her canon digital camera. She photographed everything; family outings, nature, even little league baseball.
That Saturday morning I had about twenty minutes of exercise spread over an hour. As usual at that day and hour the place was crowded. The waiting between sets had slowed down the pace of my workout. A few feet away Cindy was on an incline bench exercising her flat stomach.
Suddenly as I headed to the locker room a change came over me. It all happened quickly. A part of me was dumbfounded and would remain in that state. I could not help wondering how i could suddenly change.
Even people I knew responded differently to me.
"Hey Michelle," said Cindy in a cheerful voice.
"Hi Cin," I replied. Mike often called her that shortened name.
The changes effected every aspect of my life. Just a moment ago I was Mike. I was a muscular six foot two at 180 pounds. I felt a full seven inches shorter, lighter, thinner, softer and far less muscular. I could feel and see two mounds through the top I was wearing. Even my gym clothes suddenly transformed. A sleeveless black T shirt had morphed into a halter top.
My personality had changed. Formerly a person who kept his troubles to himself, as any guy would, Now I could unburden myself. I also realized I was much more sensitive. Michael could bounce harsh or insulting comments off his hide. Michelle had to, as they say, learn to suck it up and not pout. I knew the effects of estrogen cruising through my body.
As I stripped down inside the girl's locker room I realized that the change had been on the DNA level. My penis had disappeared. In place of it a I had a fully functional vagina and clitoris over it.
There would be more changes but they could no longer surprise me. Walking back to the lockers and sensing that it was time for my period I stopped at the dispenser to get tampons.
Locker number 13 came to mind. It had been the number I had in the men's locker room just over an hour ago. I opened it with the key that fit the lock and saw a very nice feminine outfit. A lime rib v neck top and light blue low rise jeans hung inside. In the bottom of the locker was a pair of Apostrophe Tress red sandals.
I viewed Cindy differently. She had been an object of sexual desire. Hell I thought of her as hot! Now suddenly I viewed her as someone with whom I could talk at length about personal stuff and my feelings.
David Finney had been my best friend it seemed forever. Actually he had been important in my life for the past two years since we met playing adult hockey. My platonic friendship had become a girl crush.
Cindy and I dressed along side each other. When she finished putting on clothes she grabbed a pink lipstick from her purse and applied it to her mouth. I also applied lipstick.
