“Look kid, I’m gonna be blunt with you, we don't hire twigs as fitness instructors. We’re called Big Boys gym for a reason. We have something open for the Dancing Diva class though.”
As I strolled the streets of San Francisco, I never would have imagined that from being a computer programmer, I would be teaching the Dancing Diva class, sharing my passion for movement and expression with a group of women who enjoyed gyrating their bodies to Britney Spears and Madonna.
With the help of my colleagues from the Big Boys gym, I didn’t only unleash the talent I had for creating choreography, but I also discovered that I had the perfect body for pink tight leggings and sports bra.
Note: This story contains straight transgender love, polyamorous love, feminization, crossdressing sissy femboys, transgender transformation, transgender romance, and first time with a transgender woman tropes. Some real places and people were referenced but the story is a work of fiction. The cover image is from Brightlucky Press.
As I strolled the streets of San Francisco, I never would have imagined that from being a computer programmer, I would be teaching the Dancing Diva class, sharing my passion for movement and expression with a group of women who enjoyed gyrating their bodies to Britney Spears and Madonna.
With the help of my colleagues from the Big Boys gym, I didn’t only unleash the talent I had for creating choreography, but I also discovered that I had the perfect body for pink tight leggings and sports bra.
Note: This story contains straight transgender love, polyamorous love, feminization, crossdressing sissy femboys, transgender transformation, transgender romance, and first time with a transgender woman tropes. Some real places and people were referenced but the story is a work of fiction. The cover image is from Brightlucky Press.