Aubrey Adkins
Kristin and I hopped out from the warmth of my car into the chilling February air. Just a few blocks away from our apartment was Campus Fitness, a local fitness center that focused on attracting college students and local residents. The facilities there are actually relatively nice: new exercise equipment, clean areas for both the locker rooms and the exercise floor, and a helpful and non-intrusive staff (for the most part). Normally, we would walk there from our apartment, but, since it’s still winter, Kristin and I decided to drive there because we didn’t want to freeze off our butts walking over there.
We both hurried inside to escape from the February chill. Once we entered inside Campus Fitness, Kristin and I headed over towards the locker room. Now in the locker room, while Kristin was changing into her exercise clothes, I just hung up my scarlet sweatshirt in a locker and strapped my phone onto my arm so that I could listen to music while exercising. Kristin had brought a change of clothes with her, while I came dressed in a pair of yoga pants and a nice t-shirt.
“Don’t you have a work shift in an hour or two, Aubrey? I swear that this place has nicer showers than our apartment.”
“I’ll have some time before I need to leave for work. And it’s not the facility. It’s that I am going to smack the next person across the face if she asks me ‘are they real’, ‘who’s your surgeon’, or ‘don’t you have back pain’.” Kristin just rolled her eyes at some of the comments that I have gotten since my ‘make-over’. On one hand, the people who were asking those questions were right that I wasn’t born this endowed. But at the same time, they’re still ‘real’ because some mumbo jumbo magic made them a reality instead of a plastic surgeon. And explaining
that story is just more complicated than its worth. Plus, it’s not like I asked for this.
“So, we’ll meet back here in an hour?” Kristin nodded to show her confirmation of our plan.
The first thing I wanted to work on was my cardio. What’s weird about the power nullifier that I use is that I still have residual effects from my powers. For instance, my endurance is a little bit better than it was prior to when I got my powers, even without any extra training on my part. It’s not like I can run for hours on end or easily life weights meant for body builders, but I have seen a noticeable different in my athletic ability. That’s saying something because I wasn’t a slouch before either!
When I found an open treadmill in the exercise floor, I plugged in my earplug headphones and started my cardio. And the results of this workout fell in line with my previous observations. While I by no means ran something insane, like a minute mile or something, I still shaved off some time on how much time I could average for each mile. And that’s taking into account that soccer ended last year.
Once I had finished with the treadmill, I went over and took a little sanitation towel so that I could clean off the handle part of the treadmill. While I did not sweet all over the machine, it is just being polite and showing proper hygiene to give it a quick wipe down. As I finished up making sure that the treadmill was ready for its next user, I felt a tap on my shoulder. When I turned around, I found a young girl was standing behind me. She was wearing a polo, which had the Campus Fitness logo stitched onto the upper right hand corner of the shirt, and khaki pants.
“I know it is none of my business.” The girl began to say as I took out my headphones so that I could hear what she was saying, “But I felt that it would be wrong of me to remain silent at the same time.”
Oh, goodness. I think I know where this is heading.
“Well, you might feel a little bit more comfortable if you wore a second sports bra for some additional support.”
Knew it. I did not even bother to response with any words. Instead, I rolled up my right sleeve, which revealed that there were already two bands over my shoulder. When the girl saw this, her face immediately turned red because of her embarrassment. She quickly apologized for bothered me and returned to her station at the desk that was located several feet away from the exercise floor.
Well, that could have gone a whole lot worse. Someone could have tried to slut shame me, claiming that I was just drawing attention to myself. Sometimes I wonder whether this is karma for thinking that Danielle was an ‘adult’ actress. However, I quickly decide that that was not the case. It was not like we thought that because Danielle use to be the most endowed of us all. We just connected the dots of Kristin complaining about not being able to stay in her apartment because of Danielle and her boyfriend’s ‘activities’ and of Danielle being gone for extended periods of time. Plus, why would I be the only one punished. Furthermore, I’m the only one who has been punished. Kristin and my roommates didn’t get gag boobs. I did. They didn’t get guilted into doing a swimsuit photoshoot. I did. Therefore, I
know it cannot be karma. Or at least it is not karma over
this.
Eddie Brock,
Master Bruce,
Half Pint,
Supermaxx,
Altered Tundra,
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