The Elevator NInety-Fifth Floor (Patreon)

Cardonali the magical imp was doing what he always did, he caused  trouble to others for his own amusement.  Cardonali had the ability to  put any thought into a person's mind and manipulate them as he wanted  to.  He stood unobserved or at least unacknowledged in the back of an  elevator waiting to see who would get in.

Henry had a hard day working out at the gym.  He had been bodybuilding for several years now.  He worked out several hours a day, every day, rain or shine, heat or cold it didn't matter.  He was committed.  He even took steroids to aid his muscle growth.  he was well known around the gym.

When Henry arrived home he found a shopping bag at his doorstep.  It wasn't a package, it was simply a shopping bag.  It wasn't addressed to him or anything, it was just sitting there.  Curious he picked it up and brought it inside.

The bag was filled with women's activewear.  There were leotards, tights, leggings, sports bras, and sneakers.

"What is this doing here?" he asked himself.

Then as if on autopilot he stripped off all his clothes and took a shower.  Looking in the bag after the shower, he selected a light blue leotard, with darker blue leggings as well as a sports bra and white sneakers.  He put them on, they all fit him perfectly as if they had been selected for him.

He didn't bother looking in the mirror he knew how he looked.  He didn't want to go, but he knew where he must go, back to the gym.  The one concession he made to himself was that he covered himself up in a long coat before leaving his apartment.  His legging-covered legs and white sneakers were the only things of his outfit that could be seen under his coat.  They looked odd on his large frame.

He knew what he was going to do, he was going back to the gym, he was going to take off his coat and work out again.  Not that he would work out the same way, this time it would be aerobics, stretching, and over twenty exercises that didn't require any weights.  Nothing that required a great deal of strength to do.  AND HE WOULD BE DOING IT IN A LEOTARD just like a woman.

His friends would laugh at him.  He would never live it down.  But then he realized he wouldn't be doing this just for one day, he would be doing it for every day.  He would spend just as much time as he had before.  He would trade his steroids for feminine hormones.

The elevator descended from the 95th floor.  He had to resist going.  He couldn't allow this to happen.  he didn't want to become a sissy boy.  He had to stop.  By the time, the elevator reached the garage, Henry was a blubbering mess.  But that didn't stop him from his workout at the gym.

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