Stretching Inner Thighs

Wyatt was currently in the body of Jen, a fellow student from his high school gym class. They had been arguing whether it was easier for boys to stay in shape than girls. Jen believed it was while Wyatt didn't think their was a difference, so they decided to make a bet. The two snuck into the school at night and used the swap class machine, thereby letting actions speak louder than words.

It took some time for Wyatt to become confident wearing women's sportswear outside, especially the short shorts. The way it rode up into his body's folds whenever he moved around was very uncomfortable, like he was being touched by strangers. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, he analyzed his outfit as he got dressed. I could go without bras at this point, he thought to himself. Jen's not so well-endowed that I need the support. Besides, I could probably pass as a boy with my hair this short. After some more time ogling himself in the mirror, he thought better of it.

At the park, Wyatt extended his left leg and bent his right one, shifting his weight to one side in order to stretch his inner thigh. He put his hands on his knees for balance, feeling his soft, delicate skin. Well, I'm definitely more flexible now. Yoga was much more cardio-intensive than he expected. And he was finding out that even with a strenuous exercise routine and a lower body mass, balancing his calorie intake wasn't trivial. And suppressing his cravings for chocolate and other sweets was more difficult than expected.