My girlfriend of a year had to leave me before I finally opened my eyes. Well, it took another three months of sulking and most of my friends staying out of my way, because I would snap at anything and anyone, before I saw the light. Ehm, I mean, it took my best friend putting my destructive behavior in the spotlight, before I finally got it.

“Neil”, she said, “face it. You've let yourself completely go, you stuff every food in your face, you smell and dress like the pig you are. And there's nothing attractive left of you. I can't believe Ashley stayed for a whole year with you.”

I guess only your best friend can be so blunt. I've known Heather all my life, growing up as neighbors, sharing everything. Yet never was there any romance between us, which is probably for the good. And because she's the one who told me off so dramatically, I took it seriously.

But, she also had some ideas to help me. And one of those ideas took me to this exercise class. She had helped me get ready, putting almost all the clothes I own in the washing machine, and mucking out the pig sty I had been living in, while I got a triple shower, and got rid of my filthy beard. I reported to the small gym in an almost white t-shirt and basketball shorts.

There were four of us and then the teacher, who introduced herself as Lori. I was the only guy, but all four of us were seriously overweight. We sat down together to go over the expectations. And although Lori never used the word hypnosis, it was clear she intended to instill a sense of making healthy decisions in our mental state.

And we had indeed to sign a waiver that explained the benefits, but also the dangers of mental conditioning, headaches being the main side effect, but also vivid dreams. I didn't care about the bad effects, I had taken the first step to solve my problems and I wasn't backing out. And after I signed first, the rest simply followed.

So, each session started with what Lori called meditation, during which we would learn healthy eating habits. Then a series of exercises to target the worst fats on our bodies. Three times per week, two hours each time. A serious commitment.

The meditation was relaxing. All four of us were on our backs on a yoga mat, as soft music played and Lori's voice filled our minds. I didn't think I'd fall asleep, but at some point Lori's soft voice was close to my ears, and she said, “Wake up Naomi, time to exercise.”

Somehow I knew I was Naomi, but I was so eager to start the workout, that I didn't question it. We were spinning, on the treadmill, on a moving stairs, a rowing machine, and then there were weights. For about half of the activities I paired up with Shirley, and we both worked hard to help each other out, like that was even more important than our own workout. We were sweating like crazy, feeling good about it. The only bad thing were my shorts, which were not designed for this, and I was waiting for the seams to burst. It got close as I heard soft ripping sounds, but I survived.

Afterwards we showered together and even then Shirley helped me soap my back, and suddenly her arms came around me as she massaged my breasts. The feeling was welcome, and I returned both favors. All clean I only had my sweaty clothes, as I hadn't thought of bringing an extra set. Luckily Lori had a pair of yoga pants for me and a top that gave my breasts a nice support. She suggested these clothes were better for working out, so I should bring them for the next sessions.

We closed with a short meditation and my tired body fell asleep once more. And again, Lori brought me back, whispering “Neil, our session is over.”

She had a snack pack for all of us. Any time between meals, if we felt an urge to eat something, we were to grab an item from our pack. It was filled with carrots, grapes, cherry tomatoes, celery, and all kinds of other healthy foods. There were also some vitamin pills in there that we needed to take at regular intervals. Other than that she told us to have three meals a day, with no restrictions, but please make healthy choices. I was impressed how good I felt and how motivated about making this work.

We said our goodbyes and Shirley gave me a hug, her hand lingering for a second on my spandex covered butt. We were all smiling.

When I got back home, I could tell how much work Heather had put in cleaning my rooms. But I wanted everything to shine, and I spent the next three hours scrubbing and dusting and vacuuming. Again I was sweating like crazy, but I noticed how well my yoga pants and top were absorbing it. Or was it repenting, because the material itself stayed dry. Which was good, because I was so tired, I fell asleep in my new outfit.

In my dreams I was Naomi again, and together with Shirley I was repeating all the healthy decisions we should make, and how we should help each other to stay strong and focused. Again, on many occasions she had her hand on my butt, and she urged me to return the favor. There was nothing wrong with two female friends feeling each other up and down.

When I woke up I was aroused, but when I felt my crotch, it was smooth, as the built-in underwear pulled my dick comfortably between my legs. And as I had my other hand on my chest, I could feel my man-boobs nicely controlled in my workout top, and my arousal increased as I rubbed my nipple through the spandex material.

I vaguely remembered dreaming about being Naomi, and being intimate with Shirley, and her suggestion that I needed to get rid of my body hair, and I jumped in the shower and as I soaped myself, I used a razor all over my body. I realized I would need to ask Shirley to do my back, and made a mental note to bring the razor to the gym the next time.

As I was having a simple breakfast with yogurt and granola, I was surprised that I didn't feel any muscle aches, after that serious workout last night, followed by hours of scrubbing. Maybe the vitamins helped with that as well. I washed my yoga fit before I left for work, in such a good mood that my colleagues looked at me in wonder. I guess that being clean shaved and a crisp shirt helped as well, and I couldn't believe for a second how much I had let myself sink. I texted Heather quickly, thanking her for her help, and finding that gym for me. Her reply? “What are friends for?”

Just like everything went south, when I was in my slump, everything seemed now to go my way. I hooked a new customer, one we'd tried to get for many years, and a contract for at least five years was signed. I also initiated a thousand dollar saving on one of our instruments, which would lead to an extra two million per year. I was sent home early with a pat on the back.

On my way home I did grocery shopping and I was surprised how many wonderful meals you can make, while still healthy. I bought enough to make meals for the week, where I normally would call in for food. Back home the first thing I did was put on my yoga outfit, and I thought of Naomi cooking, as I started preparing the food that she and Shirley had discussed. While that simmered on the stove I got in another cleaning session, and more and more I started liking my apartment again. I decided to go with bolder colors and I bought new sheets and a blanket online.

As I ate my dinner, which tasted surprisingly good, I called Heather and told her about my successful day, and invited her for dinner the next night. She was shocked but pleased when I told her I would cook.

I decided to do the meditation exercise, and after a quick text to Lori she sent me the appropriate music. And just like the day before I became Naomi. And as Naomi my cleaning efforts were more than twice as efficient, and I got rid of a number of items that defined my so-called man-cave, and I ordered replacements that matched my new style of bold colors better.

Naomi also prepped the recipe for next day's dinner, and made sure all ingredients were there. And she set the dining table already, an area that until now had only been used to store junk, that she efficiently removed and took to the dumpster.

I did some pilates, after opening a still wrapped DVD that an old girlfriend had bought ten years before. And although my body was still way too heavy, I could already see how this was helping. I snacked on my fruits and veggies, made sure to take my vitamins and eventually did another meditation session.

Back as Neil I approved of the changes Naomi had implemented. It was about time that a female hand set her mark on our place. I looked at the recipe in the kitchen and I was sure Heather would be pleased. She had really saved my life, I now realized.

In my dreams Naomi was in control again, and I was very intimate with Shirley, who wanted me to eat her out. I didn't think it could get any better, until she put her tongue on my pussy, while squeezing my nipples. I was so inexperienced as a woman, but Shirley was a great teacher. She showed me afterwards how to do my makeup and my hair that had grown quite long in the past three months. And we practiced walking in heels for hours, until I woke up as Neil again.

Another successful day at work and I noticed how easily I could pass by all the candies that some people put out in bowls. I put my own bowl out, with snacks from Lori's pack. Several women came by my desk, complimenting me for my healthy idea, and bringing some of their own. I learned a lot myself and enjoyed talking with them. Just one session of mental conditioning had made me confident in starting my own little health group, I thought. And I looked forward to going back to the gym later that night. After dinner.

Heather was indeed mighty impressed about the dinner I made. And also about some of the changes I had started to the apartment, as the first items had been delivered already. I loved my new bedding although the satin sheets were a bit more pink than I had anticipated. But it matched the pink yoga pants that Naomi had purchased apparently, with a more cropped top. Not sure why there was also a swishy skirt, but I created a separate area in my wardrobe for Naomi's stuff.

Heather got very interested when I put my new pink pants on to go to the gym. And although I was a bit embarrassed, she said she loved how I was letting my female side come out. It explained the wonderful dinner but also the clean kitchen and the new wall hangings I had ordered. And although she never talked about her sexual orientation, she said she liked the new me.

And so did Shirley later. I was back being Naomi, and she told me how I had been in her dreams, and from the way her face flushed, I wondered if she had experienced the same sexual attraction. Afterwards, in the shower she helped me shave my back, and then my pussy. And when she was done she buried her tongue deep inside me. The sensation was so overwhelming that I came, right in her face.

Not wanting to be outdone, I returned the favor, and that caused us to be way too late for the closing session. Lori was already working with another group, and had just time to hand us our snacks. She looked at me and said, “Are you okay, Naomi?” And I said with a smile, “Never been better!” She nodded, then gave me a piece of fabric, and said “Wear this, it's a tad cool outside.”

It was a simple kimono in soft silk that wrapped around me like a short dress or maybe a thin coat, tied around my waist, giving me a distinct shape that made me feel sexy, combined with my yoga leggings. Shirley seemed to think so too, as she invited me to go for a drink somewhere.

She knew a quiet place where we had a glass of wine, and she opened up about her life. She was married, and although her man was a good guy, their life was dull together, and it had caused her to compensate through eating. Then when she caught her husband on a website with all kinds of thin models, she knew she had to change. And like me, her life had turned around already, right after the first session with Lori.

What she couldn't explain though was why she kept thinking of me. Dreaming of me. Erotic dreams of me. Longing after me, where she had never before had feelings for another woman. I confessed back that it had been very similar for me, and eating her out was so much better than in my vivid dreams, I simply wanted more.

By now she had scooted next to me, and as she had one hand on my silk, with her other she took my glass of wine and brought it slowly to her mouth, before taking a sip. As she set the glass down again I saw her lipstick on the edge. I picked up the glass now and turned it so that my own lips were on the exact same spot, and as I swallowed the wine the taste mixed with her lipstick now on my lips. It was erotic, it was sensual, and I wanted more.

“You know Naomi”, she said as she found her lipstick in her purse, “you could really use some more makeup, it works well for you.” And as she touched up her own lips first, she then turned to me, and as I offered my lips, she began to draw the outlines and started filling them in. The taste was exquisite, it was hers, and now it became mine. And I answered, “I really don't have a lot of experience with makeup. Can you teach me?”

She nodded, and after we finished our drinks, she drove behind me to my place. She approved of the bold colors I was implementing and she approved of my new satin sheets. But not having a vanity to work on my face was a no-no, and she helped me order one online. And while we were at it, we spent an hour ordering a ton of makeup I would need to fill it up.

But, with just her little compact she did magic to my face, as my eyes became more pronounced, and with a bit of color on my cheeks, and my hair styled better, I thought I looked pretty. She thought I looked beautiful.

We both knew we shouldn't get more intimate than the little bit of eating each other out, she was a married woman for that matter. But we made a promise to be best friends and do fun things together, lift each other up, and work hard on our bodies. We set a goal for our waistline, and once we reached that we'd go on a shopping spree together to get ourselves a new wardrobe.