One Friday evening, Ginger was fed up. She was sitting there on the couch, watching her favorite TV show, a box of cookies on her lap. Her favorite character was being dumped by her boyfriend. This man had found a skinner, prettier girl and was done with the sweet, kind protagonist that Ginger had grown to love. Ginger cursed in frustration and threw her cookies at the TV.

She stood up, walked over to the bathroom, stripped down to her panties, and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Staring back at her was a girl with sad, chocolate brown eyes, rich brown hair, and smooth pale skin. But the only thing Ginger could see was the enormous belly poking over the top of her underwear, the stretch marks on her sides, and her huge butt and thighs. She hated it. Ginger quickly threw back on her clothes and scowled.

“Tomorrow, you stop complaining and you go to the gym,” she said to the girl in the mirror.

The next morning, she woke up and pulled out her laptop, searching for gyms nearby with good reviews. Most of the ones nearby had pretty good reviews, like 4-5 stars, but one in particular had 58 5-star reviews with glowing feedback for the staff.
“The staff here are drop-dead gorgeous and so supportive!” said one. “I would never go to another gym again! This one changed my life,” reported a second.

Scoffing in disbelief, Ginger resolved that she had to at least go over and take a look. She threw a shirt and stretchy yoga pants into a bag, grabbed her purse, and took the elevator down her apartment building to her car.

When she reached the gym 20 minutes later, she found a huge building with a flashy sign out front spelling “New Life Fitness”. She walked in the front doors and up to the front desk, where a petite girl with sleek blonde hair and a pink top with breasts bulging out the top was beaming at her.

“Hi there!” the girl greeted. “I’m Sabrina. Are you interested in setting up a membership with our gym?”

Skeptical that this gym was really going to be any better than the embarrassing attempts she had so far made with other gyms, she replied simply, “Yeah”, with a blank and unpleasant expression. She shifted nervously to pull her shirt down to hide more of her body and put her gym bag in front of her.

This made Sabrina beam even brighter. “That’s wonderful!” she squeaked, “we’ll set you up with a trainer right away and you can get started on sculpting the new you!”

Immediately, Ginger was offended by Sabrina’s assumption that she wanted to change herself, but all thoughts of Sabrina flew out of her head when she saw the man that Sabrina was beckoning out from the staff room behind the front counter. His brown hair was smoothed to the side, and his face was exquisitely handsome with a chiseled jawline and sensuous lips. His collarbone was visible above his sleek black t-shirt, where his hard pecs and what she could only assume were perfect six-pack abs were visible. Oh, and that butt and perfect, sculpted legs were visible under those navy blue shorts.
He walked over to Ginger and held out his hand. “Hi miss, I understand I’m going to be your new trainer! What is your name?”

“G-ginger,” she stammered out.
He gave her a delicious, warm smile and said “Nice to meet you, Ginger! I’m Scott. Right this way.”

That morning, Ginger and Scott went over the rules of the gym and their workout plan that they would start with. The whole time, Scott did not stop giving her the warmest and – dare she say it? – very sexual looks. Ginger couldn’t handle the confusing and completely inappropriate attention that she looked at her hands in her lap the whole time.

Soon, Ginger started working out. Scott instructed her on how to use the weights and then she moved to the elliptical. When he asked her at various intervals how she was feeling and if she needed to stop, Ginger pushed through the sweat and the pain and said she wanted to keep going. After two hours, she was exhausted and made her way home. Later that evening, after showering and looking at herself again, she was so immensely disappointed by her progress that she curled up by the TV and cried.

The next week found Ginger visiting the gym as much as she could.