Don't ask me how I got in this mess. I know perfectly well that in my four years of college I've done exactly enough to pass. I just didn't see any reason to put more effort in than needed. That way I could play my video games and go out in weekends while other students were cramming... for what? A better job after we graduate? Does the company that hires us really care if you worked day and night, while we both got the same diploma?

I had everything calculated up to my final semester. I would graduate with the exact amount of credits needed. Then I learned that one of my classes was canceled, not enough interest. So now I would be half a credit short. There weren't many classes left that I could do for just one semester, I pretty much did them all over the past years. Unless I picked...

Yoga. Worth half a credit. And it didn't require any other class as a prereq. How hard could it be? So I signed up, thank goodness they allowed me as the course had started already. Five days a week, an hour a day, until summer. I couldn't imagine there would be homework, so it would hopefully be an easy score.

I wasn't sure what to wear, so I put on a sweatshirt with matching sweatpants. But when I arrived at the class I noticed everybody was wearing the same outfit. And it was sexy as hell... if you were a girl. Light purple yoga pants that did not leave anything to the imagination so tight they were, with a matching long sleeved top, leaving the midriff bare, tightly holding their breasts under control. They all had their hair in a ponytail with a tie that matched the outfit.

Ah, you must be Mr. Roberts, the woman in the front said, clearly the teacher though hardly much older than the rest of us. She was just more beautiful than any of the six students that were already in this class. I nodded, saying, Yes ma'am, nice to meet you all. Please call me Frank.

Very well Frank, I'm Miss Shebernadze. You've already missed our first two sessions, so I hope you'll put in some extra time to catch up.

I nodded again. Of course I will. Thanks for allowing me in your class still.

Yes, she said, I had to give it a good thought. I've never had a male student. The male body is not as limber typically as needed for yoga. She pointed at about a dozen posters hanging on the wall. These are the postures you need to know, to perform, together with the flowing sequences to go from one to the next. On top of that you will learn to meditate. Do you think you can train your body to perform these techniques?

I looked at the postures, some seemed impossible. But I figured if I got close enough I would get my credit. So I nodded again, yes ma'am, it will take some work but I'm eager to learn. Never hurts to show your willingness to learn, even though there's no way I'm going to put that much effort in, I thought to myself.

Very well, she said, I know you need your credit. But once you start this class you won't be quitting, you'll complete it successfully in order to get your credit. No half-assing.

Some girls snickered at that, but she continued, this is a tight group, and I'm all about teamwork. We all pass or we all fail. And if we fail we'll continue next semester, until we all pass. You won't be allowed to take another course to replace this one. You won't graduate unless you can do all this. And she pointed at the posters again.

None of the girls was laughing anymore, as the reality of these words were settling in. One of the girls raised her hand, saying, Miss, maybe... But the teacher cut her off. No Didi, let's see what Frank has to say.

It was clear to me that all these women questioned my ability to complete this class. And if there was one thing in me stronger than my laziness, it was my pride. So I answered, I will complete this course, perform all these postures and I will make sure we all pass it together.

It came very strong out of my mouth but all I could think about was, how the hell am I going to do that.

But it was enough for Miss Shebernadze. Very well, we're all in this together now. Let's get this class started. Here is your uniform Frank, there's a changing room through that door. It has built in underwear so please make sure you take yours off.

She gave me an outfit that looked very much like what the girls were wearing and I thought of protesting, but she said, we're all in now.

I knew I had no chance to get out of this, so I took the outfit and went to change. When I pulled the pants over my naked body I saw the sowed-in underwear and it felt like a thong, the way it crept between my ass cheeks. What was worse however was the pattern on the outside making it look like I was wearing the thong over the pants. The top was just as tight and left indeed my midriff free, and the built-in bra apparently had some padding because it made me look like I had some small breasts. Finally, I had enough hair to wear a man-bun, so I could tie it into a tiny ponytail.

When I looked in the mirror it was clear I was no girl. Not because of my unshaven face but because of the bulge clearly visible in the tight pants. I had no choice though, so I went back to the studio, barefooted, where they were all warming up. I took position behind all the girls, which was good one way, as they couldn't see my bulge. But at the same time I saw all their tight behinds and that didn't help at all to shrink my bulge.

It was quickly very clear that my body wasn't cooperating. I've never really kept my body in shape and the campus restaurants have too much pizza on the menu. But Delilah, as I was now allowed to call the teacher, wasn't worried. It will take some time, you need to run every day, exercise in the gym and you need to be on a diet.

One of the girls, Jaclyn, ran every morning before breakfast and she invited me to join her. And Didi spent the hour before this class in the gym, so I would team up with her as well. And Delilah herself would see to my diet. Breakfast, lunch and dinner would be in her apartment and I wasn't allowed to eat anything else during the rest of the day, or night. And I could only drink water, nothing else.

By now I really questioned my own sanity for taking this class, but it seemed I would be working harder for this half credit than for any other class I've taken in the past years, including highschool.

After class Delilah asked me to stay. She would take me to her home and make dinner, no, we would make dinner, she would teach me how to work on a healthy diet. After that, she would give me a private class and also work with me on meditation. But first, she needed me to take care of my male problem. She had anticipated this could happen and she had brought a device that would help me. I had to pull my pants down and before I knew it she had pulled a ring around my scrotum and attached a tube of rubber like material around my member and then pulled it backwards between my legs. At the end was some sort of a metal hook and just like that she hooked it into my anus and pulled my pants up again.

The cold metal shocked me for a second but once I realized what had happened I saw my bulge was gone. You need to get used to this, she said, so if you can, wear it all day and night even. You can sit down on the toilet to pee. There's a little hole that will make it run into the bowl. And the hook won't stop you from doing a number two. Just make sure you keep it all clean when you shower. And don't worry, the ring that keeps it all attached to your body won't come off without the right tool, which I have. Once you graduate, I will take it off again. If you want...

And oh, by the way, I expect my girls to wear their uniforms when they run or exercise some other way, so that counts for you as well.

But, I replied, the uniform is so girly, I don't want other people to see me in it, I'm a guy, they'll laugh at me.

You worry too much, she said, meditation will be good for you. Believe me, the way you look right now, only your face gives you away. Shave cleanly every day and maybe a tad of makeup and nobody will think you're a guy and laugh at you. I know a place where they can cut your hair so it will work for both a man and a woman. We'll go there on our way to my home.

This was all going way too fast and totally out of my control. But I needed the credit and she knew it. So I hung my head and we got ready to leave. Of course the place where she stopped was a salon. She talked with the manager, who was clearly a friend of her, but I have to confess, the result wasn't too bad. They showed me how to brush it as a girl, and tie my pony. And how I could brush it differently to look more like my male self. Something was missing though in girl mode and suddenly I felt a pain in my one ear, then my next and I had some diamond studs in each earlobe. They gave me a little ring to wear in the holes for my guy mode, to make sure the holes would stay open.

They used a seriously painful device on my face and neck, it would make my face smooth for a longer period of time. Rather than shaving I should come back here when stubble would show again. By now I was so uncomfortable I didn't even notice they shaped my eyebrows a bit as well, to make it less bushy. But the overall result was that I looked girly. They then put a little rouge on my cheeks and a pencil around my eyes and even I couldn't tell I was a guy anymore. They could make it last for a bit, but when I shook my head they gave me the makeup they had used so I could keep it up myself.

Dinner was vegetables mostly with a bit of fish. Delilah was a good teacher at this as well, explaining what happens inside the body and why this diet would work for me. She also put me on a vitamin regime, to thoroughly cleanse the cells in my body.

Obviously we would not exercise right after dinner but she started teaching me the basics of meditation. We both sat on a mat on the floor in what is typically considered the yoga position, with our legs crossed and our hands resting on the knees. I had to close my eyes while she explained what was going on. Emptying the mind was the goal and her voice was so soothing, at some point it was all I was aware of. She talked about the diet, the exercises, running, taking my vitamins, never forget taking my vitamins. She soothed my mind, not to worry about being the only guy in a group of girls, she promised me they would accept me. She talked about working hard for something, the satisfaction it would give. She called me Fran by now and how I loved it that she did. She promised me how good and strong and energetic I would feel each and every time after a meditation.

She was right. When I opened my eyes again I was so confident that I would learn all the postures needed to pass the course. But I would work on my other courses as well. I would cut down on my video games, maybe just play Friday nights. All my extra time I would spend on a healthier body.

She gave me an extra uniform but she warned me that my body would change with all the exercises and diet. At some point I would probably need a different size.

I borrowed her bike so she didn't have to drive me to my place and I actually enjoyed how the saddle felt. With the device that pulled back my member I didn't crush my balls on the saddle, and it made biking much more pleasant. I went to bed early but made sure to take the vitamin she had pointed out I should take before bed and right after waking up. I set my alarm for my early morning run and slept better than I've ever done before.

Waking up was different. I normally wake up with a boner and then spend half an hour or more to rub one out. But not today. No boner, no distraction, and I jumped out of bed and sat on the toilet. It was pleasant how my pee trickled in the bowl and I wiped the area around the peehole clean like Delilah had told me. I cleaned everything even more while in the shower. It was so simple even though I couldn't see my member in the rubber hose. I hooked the metal back in my anus and was happy to see no bulge.

Once dry I put on my clean uniform and combed my hair in girly mode and added some makeup like I learned last night. I liked the taste of the lipstick Delilah had given me. With my running shoes on and some water I biked to Jaclyn's place. She was surprised to see how I had changed but she clearly liked it and we ran for a good hour, getting to know each other better during water breaks. From there I biked to Delilah and she showed me how to make a healthy breakfast. We did another meditation session and I felt never so ready to start a regular class. But first I had to bike home and change into male mode, redoing my hair. I decided to keep the diamond studs in, just because I liked them. It gave me a few looks when I entered the classroom but I didn't mind. Only much later I realized that the looks were maybe for the lipstick that I had forgotten to take off, but I still didn't care.

I was surprised how quick the classes progress when you're actually paying attention. Before I knew it, it was lunch break and I found Delilah in the studio. We discussed the day over the food she had brought. I saw her smile when I told her how interesting all the classes were.

One more class in the afternoon and I met Didi at the gym. She knew a lot of ways to target my extra belly fat and it felt good shaping my body. Together we went to yoga class and I realized I never made friends so easily before.