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When did I first go to the gym? Seriously? Kid, I was going there back when you were still crawling under the table, and your mom…
— Terry, cool it, — muttered Ray, my bench-press partner, seeing my face and kinda reading my thoughts.
I just snorted and went back to the dumbbells. Honestly, this whole generation of “iPhone champions” pissed me off. They stand there snapping selfies in the mirror like the muscles will grow by themselves from that. I lifted a 55-pound dumbbell, without extra show, just to let the boys see what real work looks like.
— Hey, Chris! — I yelled to that skinny newbie. — Watch how it’s done. Not like you, spinning around the rack thinking the muscles will crawl to you on their own one day, — I barked as I finished the lift. The metal clanged, I set the dumbbell on the floor and wiped my palm on my shirt. — Watch closely, Chris, this is how you lift when you’re not scared of work.
He mumbled something and looked away, and that actually amused me. I grinned. That’s how it should be. Let him be scared.
Noise rose in the gym — Morgan was arguing with the coach again. Those two clash every day like it’s gonna change the world. I walked past them, slapping my own shoulder, and caught my reflection in the mirror: thick neck, wide shoulders, a statue-like build. All earned fair and square, no whining.
And then something hit me weirdly, like a bar loaded with heavy plates shot right through me. Right in front of my eyes, above the rack, the air itself seemed to tear sideways. My chest tightened, like someone flipped me inside out. I tried to grab the bar, but my hand and fingers suddenly felt weaker… or smaller? The world twisted, filling everything around with white, bright, blinding flash.
When my vision came back, I realized I wasn’t in the gym anymore. It was like I’d been pinned on my back to something both hard and… oh God, like what the hell is this?! What the… what’s even going on?
— OMG! AAAAA! — I screamed like some freaked-out girl… girl? No, it was like the scream of some dumb bitch! Like, I’m not usually like that, right? It… it came out by itself, and at that same moment I flung my arms around because the whole body was… not the body. Like, not mine!...Full story (8 500 characters - 2 parts) is open to subscribers here or on Patreon