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... that the class had just started the week before and that Natalia would be willing to take additional students for the 3 month class. So, I signed up and waited for the first class that I would be able to attend. Once that time arrived, I got to the gym and changed into my workout clothes. Of course, by this time, there was not a single pair of men’s boxers or briefs in my dresser. It was all cute and silky panties, most by Vanity Fair, though I did have a couple of others. And I so disliked cotton underwear that everything that I owned was either nylon, satin or some other silky fabric. I did have a couple of pairs of lycra panties, which I thought would be better for the workout class, wearing them under my shorts. A bra was, of course, out of the question. But I could get by with the panties and did. During the first class, I thought I was going to alternately throw up or die right there on the floor. And the first thing that I thought was, “this is the beginner’s class???” And, of course, I was brought to the front of the class so that I could learn the moves, though I was off to the far side. The second class was a little easier than the first and each one after that, though not easier, I started to not feel like dying there on the floor. I also noticed that I was loosing the weight around the middle that I so dearly wanted to loose. At the end of the three months in the class, I had not lost all the weight that I wanted to loose but I was far better than I was before ...

... the class. I also noticed that Natalia had gotten rid of the five other guys who were in the class, though I never realized that they were gone, my being up towards the front. It was at that time that Natalia announced that she was going to be doing an advanced class for those who wanted to continue. I was certainly willing to go for it and as we all filed out of the gym, I headed for the sign up sheet. It was then that I noticed that the sheet said “WOMEN” and no mention for men to sign up for it. When I read this, I was a little upset because I was starting to enjoy it. When I read the synopsis of the class, well, I knew it was for me, though Natalia would not like it. It was being geared towards women for their bust, waist, hips and ass, with additional emphasis on thighs. In other words, all the things women (and those of us who want to look like them when wearing their clothes) want to take care of. And I knew that there was no real way that I was going to be allowed to even participate in the class, unless I could find some way to overcome my reluctance to ask. However, when I noticed Natalia walking towards me, there was something in her eyes that told me that I was in some kind of trouble, or else, well, I might be in luck. And as I thought back, trying to figure out why she looked mad at me, I remember that she had, at some time, instead of saying “everyone” she had changed to “girls” even with me up front. And I remembered that she had been looking at me kind of funny ...