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Summer body
🕑 Added 2025-08-27 22:40:33 +0000 UTCRyan wasn’t a bad guy. He had friends, a decent IT job, and enough money to live comfortably. But when he looked at himself in the mirror, all he saw was disappointment.
His gut sagged over his belt, his cheeks puffed out, and his pale skin made him look like he hadn’t seen the sun in years.
He grabbed a handful of his belly, letting it jiggle. “No way I’m going to the beach looking like this. I’m fixing it. This time, for real.”
He downloaded a workout app, bought new sneakers, and signed up for the local gym. He had a plan: cardio every day, lifting three times a week. By summer, he’d be ripped. Or at least, not disgusting.
The first week was brutal.
Ryan huffed and puffed on the treadmill, red-faced and dripping. His shirt clung to him, soaked with sweat. He couldn’t last ten minutes before he had to slow down.
“Keep it up, man,” called a trainer as he jogged past, effortlessly.
Ryan forced a thumbs-up but secretly wanted to collapse.
When he finally got home, he stripped his shirt off and looked in the mirror. His face was blotchy, his hair damp, his body the same soft lump as always. He gritted his teeth. “No change yet. Fine. Tomorrow, again.”
And he did. Every day.
By the third week, Ryan noticed something strange.
He was losing weight, yes, but not the way he expected. His stomach had shrunk, but instead of square abs forming, his waist had begun to curve inward. His hips, oddly enough, looked wider.
“What the hell…” he whispered, tugging his shirt up higher.
His skin looked warmer, too, less ghostly. Almost golden. Like he’d spent a week tanning, even though he hadn’t.
At the gym, the yoga instructor, Mia, gave him a curious smile. “Hey, Ryan, right? You’re looking good. Keep it up.”
Ryan smiled awkwardly. “Uh, thanks. Just… trying.”
But inside, he was unsettled.
A month in, Ryan’s chest began to change.
At first, he thought it was fat redistribution. But as he stood shirtless in front of the mirror one night, towel draped around his neck, he realized it wasn’t just fat. His nipples had grown sensitive, the skin darker, the flesh beneath firmer, rounder.
“Oh, no, no, no,” he muttered, poking at the small swell beneath each nipple. “That’s not pecs… that’s…”
He couldn’t even say it.
The next day at the gym, he wore two shirts layered together, trying to flatten his chest. But he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror during squats, and the outline of small, unmistakable breasts was visible.
“Hey, Ryan!” Mia waved, jogging over. She tilted her head, studying him. “You’ve been glowing lately. What’s your secret?”
Ryan’s heart pounded. “Uh just… eating better, I guess.”
She winked. “Well, it’s working. You’re gonna be dangerous at the beach this year.”
Ryan blushed so hard he almost dropped the barbell.
By the second month, his voice began betraying him.
At first it cracked, like he was a teenager again. Then it started to rise, softening at the edges. One morning, answering a call from work, Ryan froze at the sound of himself.
“Uh, hello? This is Ryan,” he said, his voice higher, almost musical. The caller paused before answering.
At the gym, he avoided talking too much. But Mia noticed. After a yoga class, she leaned in and whispered, “Your voice… it’s cute. You ever thought of singing?”
Ryan choked. “N-no, I...” He stopped, hearing the feminine lilt. It didn’t sound like him anymore.
By month three, Ryan’s pants no longer fit.
His waist had shrunk, yes, but his hips had flared. His thighs pressed together when he walked. Looking sideways in the mirror, he saw a curve where his ass used to be flat. A round, feminine curve.
He pulled at his waistband in frustration. “This is insane. I’m supposed to be building muscle, not… this.”
But no matter how many squats he did, the muscle didn’t form in thick blocks, it shaped into sleek lines, smooth but strong, undeniably womanly.
At the smoothie bar after his workout, the clerk, a young guy named Jason, gave him a once-over and stammered, “Uh… same order, miss?”
Ryan froze. Miss?
He wanted to correct him, but Jason’s cheeks were pink, his smile nervous. Ryan just nodded, mumbling, “Y-yeah, same.”
By midspring, Ryan hardly recognized himself.
His thinning brown hair had thickened, lengthening past his ears, soft and shiny. His skin glowed with a warm bronze tan, smooth and free of blemishes. His face had lost all its heaviness, leaving delicate cheekbones, a small nose, and full lips that seemed permanently tinted.
He tried to grow stubble, desperate for something masculine, but nothing came. His face remained soft, feminine.
One night, staring in the mirror, he whispered, “I look like a girl…” His hand traced the shape of his new body, the dip of his waist, the swell of his breasts, the curve of his hips.
And despite the fear, his heart fluttered with something else.
By the time summer arrived, Ryan was gone. Everyone at the gym called her Ria now, half joke, half mistake, until she stopped correcting them.
She wore leggings that hugged her curves, sports bras that held her chest in place. Her voice was high, her laugh feminine, her body a vision of golden skin and sleek lines.
One night, Mia dragged her out to a bar. Ria wore a sundress Mia had lent her, the straps sliding over her smooth shoulders. Men stared. She blushed under their gaze, sipping her drink.
“I just wanted a summer body,” she confessed to Mia, giggling nervously. “Didn’t think I’d get this one.”
Mia leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair from Ria’s face. “Trust me,” she murmured, eyes lingering, “it’s perfect.”
Ria’s cheeks flushed, her heart pounding. For the first time, she wasn’t afraid of the change anymore. She was curious.
