January 1st, 2030

Just got back home from visiting my parents for Christmas. It was fun but my mom made it clear that I should lose a few pounds. You know how it starts with Halloween candy. By the time it's done Thanksgiving fest is on, straight into Christmas. And if I know there's chocolate somewhere I'm going after it. They were still quite nice about it, with a huge box under the tree for me, with an exercise bike in it. Not the top expensive one with full VR capabilities. But still a very good one with a flatscreen mounted and a one year subscription for a life coach in a team setting.

I guess with my job I don't move a lot, I'm sitting on my butt all day, making nonstop vidcalls, selling this or that, whatever contract the call center I work for takes on.
Yes, it is a respectable job again, since robocalls were outlawed five or six years ago. As were voice calls. If they can't see your face when you call you can get arrested. No matter where in the world you are. So I take care of my looks, my blond hair though long but well groomed. And a decent small beard, nothing too wild.

But down below my gut has increased a couple of sizes in the past year. And this bike is going to fix it. 7pm tonight and starting tomorrow 7am and 7pm, no exceptions, for the rest of the year. It's some sort of a club, three people and one trainer. From what I hear the four of us are expected to become best friends and that will keep us going so we all lose weight. We'll see...

Setup was easy. Just a few years ago this would have taken me two days probably but thanks to spot super magnets, or super spot magnets, I keep forgetting, you just hold the pieces close and then they snap together in exactly the right fit. No screwdriver needed and you can't accidentally connect wrong pieces together.

When I tried the bike out I was not too happy how uncomfortable the seat was but who knows, it might be a setting that the coach can change.
At exactly 7pm I entered the correct pin number and instantly I saw four people on the screen, one of them myself obviously. Our first names were there, the coach was Jackie, then there was Pam, Andrea and me, Jordan.

We started a slow warmup while the coach explained how things worked, how she controlled speed and intensity for all of us. We would simulate biking through mountains or flats or through cities, all in the safety of our own homes. Jackie was a bit surprised by my appearance, she had expected an all female group. Now it's no longer allowed to ask anyone what gender they are so she had selected our group based on our names and pictures. And my mom, who had signed me up, had used an older picture of me, from before I had a beard. With my long hair she had mistaken me for a girl, with Jordan you can go either way.

But heck, the law is the law, no way can she kick me from the group for being a guy. And she didn't try it, but she did apologize for our team outfit as the long sleeved turtleneck pink top was a bit girly. She pushed a button and I pulled the package from the receiving slot. We took a break to put our gear on and I could feel the built in bra setting over my man boobs that have been growing on me as well. Part of the same problem, by the end of the year they'll be gone, that was now my personal goal. I know I can't really request a different top, for reason of the same gender law.

The bike leggings seemed fairly normal though pink again, but it had some padding thank goodness, and it was much more comfortable now on the saddle. My manhood didn't have a lot of room, it was pushed between the padding between my legs. When Jackie asked if anyone needed more padding both Pam and I said yes and suddenly it was perfect, it didn't feel like I was sitting on my member anymore.

The hour was over in no time and already I was convinced this could work for me. I had been sweating like crazy but the top and pants kept me dry. During the exercise Jackie had provided us with hair bands in the same anti sweat material, of course in the same pink. During cooldown she explained that the outfits were self cleaning, just hang them over a chair and they're ready for use again in about fifteen minutes. Make sure to wear them before the next class starts as not to lose anymore time.

I have to say I had fun, which is perhaps the most important requirement to lose weight. The girls were fun to chat with and genuinely interested. The closest one to me was probably an eight hour drive but at least we were all in the same timezone. It soon became apparent that Jackie had more at stake. Between all the trainers there is a contest going on whose group can lose most weight. It would affect her paycheck and the winning group would get a lifetime membership for free.

There was something else that worried me a bit. I would be numb in my crotch area for almost an hour after each ride. I talked with Jackie about it and she tried a few settings but it never became more comfortable afterwards. So in the end I accepted the awkwardness, maybe it would get better once I lost some serious weight.

January 29th, 2030

Within a few weeks we saw progress. The bikes would automatically measure our weight and it knew the weight of my outfit so I could tell that its reading was spot on. Jackie slowly adapted our tops, allowing it to compress our waist and she did the same with the legs in the pants. She suggested we keep them on during the day between the two workouts as it would help us to control our desire to eat large portions. Here is where it became clear that the girls are differently shaped from me. The top more or less followed their natural curves so it compressed evenly. But with my gut it was awkward. Eventually Jackie chose a corset setting and although it was harder to breath for me it hid my gut finally. And once I got used to it the breathing improved. She suggested I keep it on day and night to prevent the gut from settling down again. I could shower with it and she changed the setting that it would self clean as well as my skin under it while I was in the shower and quick dry right after.

It took some getting used to, especially since it looked like my gut was pushed up and all the fat deposited in my chest area. The bra in the top kept it under control but I had definitely sort of breasts now.

The padding in my butt area also took some getting used to. While working at my desk or watching TV I simply sat up higher but again, once I got used to it I found it quite comfortable. The only time I pulled the pants down was to go to the bathroom. That's when I realized that my crotch area had become totally hairless. When I asked Jackie about it she confirmed that doing the cleaning cycle while on my body would release some chemicals straight on my skin and it had the potential to dissolve hairs, as that's what it's designed for. Once we know for sure that your gut is gone, she said, you can take it off again to shower and I imagine your hair will grow back again. Until then, enjoy a smooth skin, girls put a lot of work in to keep it smooth and hair free. I actually had to agree with her. In the beginning I could see my hair, that is slightly darker across my body, through the pink material, but now it was simply smooth.

February 28th, 2030

During our exercise routines I was typically chatting with Pam while Jackie and Andrea became more involved. Pam had such a fun personality that we started texting or vidcalling during the day and at night as well. We slowly became best friends and we shared a lot of personal experiences. She had a bunch of boyfriends but nothing stuck, which I couldn't understand, how could none of them see what a gem she was. My situation was more of an opposite due to the lack of any girlfriends. I joked, what girl would be interested in a guy who wears a pink outfit 24/7 with a corset and manboobs under his regular clothes. And although Pam said she would I knew she only said it to make me feel better. I had decided already for myself that this year is for me to get back in shape and next year the new me will rock the girls and never get out of shape again. Until then I will practice celibacy.

April 24th, 2030

A glitch has been in the make for a few months now. It has become harder and harder to pull my pants down, like it got stuck to my skin. And today it wouldn't budge. In the shower I let go of my bladder and the smartfab dissolved it somehow but how will I do a number two later? I vidcalled Jackie in panic and she contacted the manufacturer of the smartfab. They were intrigued by the problem but they could not explain why the cleaning fluid in the fabric would have bonded with my skin. I'm not the first to wear such an outfit 24/7 but this had never happened before. Thank goodness some smart engineer came up with an idea and reprogrammed the control. And five minutes later two openings formed in the fabric, one for peeing and the other for you know what... I could feel the other side of what appeared to be a short hose attach in my rear and I assumed a different hose would connect over my manhood. The outside openings were closed off and not visible until I sat down on the toilet and simply "let go" at which it would open just in time. And just like the rest of the fabric these new parts were self cleaning but by now I wasn't sure if that was a good idea. It took a bit of time to get used to but it solved the problem, not the root cause. The manufacturer promised to stay in touch in their efforts to find an overall solution for me.

June 21st 2030

Everything went well until June. Jackie was very happy with our progress. We had all become health freaks, watching what we eat and drink and added more exercises. We added yoga to our routine. Andrea knew a lot about it and she was a patient teacher. We were able to use the camera and screen during the yoga sessions so we could sit "close together" on our mats. Jackie had found a setting that allowed my corset to relax a bit when needed so I could twist my body in the same way as the other girls. It was amazing how similar my body looked like theirs now, agile, flexible and long legs. My manboobs had never shrunk even though I lost quite some weight. As a matter of fact I think they may have grown, it's hard to say under the pink top. But I found that if I touch them I feel a pleasurable tingle in my body, straight from my boobs to my crotch. I didn't tell anybody, not even Pam, but when I rub it just right while I massage my boob with my other hand I can bring myself to an orgasm. So much for celibacy or does this not count?
I guess that through all the padding I must be touching my manhood down there in just the right way. And the best of all, no mess. This material they use for the pants must be taking care of the cum right away, just like it does with sweat.

Anyway, on the longest day of the year Pam did not show up during exercise. I was a bit worried as I had still talked with her last night and nothing seemed wrong. Apart from another breakup with boyfriend number five since I have known her, but she was actually quite happy to have gotten rid of him.
I tried to text her during the bike ride but no answer. Jackie asked me to try throughout the day and let her know if I got through.

When I finally vidcalled her she answered but I could see immediately that something was wrong as she'd been crying. She didn't want to say what was wrong and I could only just prevent her from hanging up. Eventually she started stammering and stuttering how she needed her girls and although I was her best friend I was not a girl. I tried to cheer her up, joking that my boobs were very girly by now, but only when it slipped from my mouth how sensitive they were that I could start an orgasm she became interested. So I told her the whole story and how I didn't dare to tell her.

Now that the situation was turned around she ensured me that she would always help me and that I should trust her. Obviously I didn't dare to throw that back in her face, but somehow my facial hair became the topic and when she suggested that if I could get rid of my beard it would be easier for her to accept me as one of the girls.

So right in front of her I shaved off my beard until my face was as smooth as the rest of my body. Her face started to brighten like she saw something that was previously hidden. After a long silence she asked if I would mind a tiny little bit of makeup to soften the angles in my face and how could I deny my friend now that she seemed to get out of her funk.

Now I don't have any makeup but that was not a problem. She put her auto-up in the send slot and a second later I had it in my hands. I had no clue how it worked but she told me to push the button and move it closer to my face. It started brushing my face and in seconds it trimmed my eyebrows and suddenly my eyelashes seemed to have some weight or maybe I should say volume. Then with what I assumed was an eyeliner my eyes suddenly looked a bit slanted and my lids had some color. When I saw rouge appear on my cheeks and my lips were painted I realized this was not a tiny bit of makeup but the smile on Pam's face was worth it. Please keep the auto-up, she said, it's my gift to my best friend now girlfriend.

It was hard to see in the little picture of my face on the screen. But when I looked into the mirror I understood. There was nothing on me that suggested I was a man anymore. I saw a pretty woman who probably needed some work done on her hair. But the pink looked good on me. My boobs, no my breasts stood out proudly over a narrow waist and wide hips. And when I looked at my behind it was a nicely shaped bubble on two long thin legs. My crotch was flat, not any sign of my manhood that should be there somewhere. How come I never noticed this before?

When I looked back at the screen Pam was still speechless, looking me up and down as she got a full body view of me. Finally she managed to say, Jordan, please stay like this, it would mean the world to me.
So I nodded, I wanted her to be happy. It was just a bit of makeup that finished a body that somehow had changed without me noticing.
Will you tell me then what has been bothering you? I asked. That you couldn't even tell your best friend?
I'm pregnant, she suddenly blurted out. That moron used a cheap condom and knocked me up. What am I going to do?

Well, it's one thing to look like a girl but at this point I still thought like a guy. And my first thought was denial. Are you sure, I asked, I mean, can't it just be gas?
Somehow that made her laugh and she held up a small device. It only took me a second to read the text on its display. Pregnant.
My second thought was not much smarter. What are you going to do?

Pam laughed out loud now and I liked that much better than her crying. I was just asking you the same thing, but that's okay. I'm seriously considering keeping the baby and be a mom.
Suddenly it hit me. Pam, I could help you. Don't you see it? I'll come over and help you getting ready. Paint the nursery. Take the breathing class with you, whatever it's called. Come with you for the ultrasounds. Cook for you. Feeding the baby at night.

Pam looked astonished. You'd do that for me?
Now it was my turn to laugh. Yes, you're my best friend. I never had a best friend before. And I love you. The past half year has been so much fun. Being together would only make it better. You're one of the few people who wouldn't laugh at a guy stuck in a pink exercise suit looking like a woman. Maybe that's why you've not been able to keep a boyfriend. Maybe you need a girlfriend!

I have to confess, Pam said, that when you cut your beard and put on some makeup, I got some butterflies in my tummy. You may be right, I'm so much smoother with other women than with guys. You being the exception of course. Why did I never notice that? And if you'd come over I'd be forever grateful. I'm really scared for what's happening, having a friend here would help so much.

So that night I packed my clothes and my computer gear so I could keep doing my job. I took my exercise bike apart and loaded it in the car. I locked up and programmed Pam's address in the car's computer and put the chair in sleep mode. The car should inform my bio watch to wake me up in about eight hours when we get close.