The suit I was waiting for finally came in the mail, so I decided to give it a test run. I spent a good 30 minutes trying to get my overweight body into the thing, in the end I just barely got my gut in it.
I look at myself in the mirror and smile, putting on the clothes I specifically bought for this moment. I'm the splitting image of those stupid jocks that I hated. I'll show them all.
I begin to jog briskly, smiling at the passerby. They're all jealous of me I just know it. But something feels off. After a few minutes, I begin to feel bad. Really bad. I stop at a bench to rest for a bit, completely winded. This was supposed to give my ticket to a new life, but I didn't realize that the muscles were only skin deep. I'm out of breath after only 8 minutes.
Fuckkk man, I had just messaged this cute fitness instructor girl with this new body. I'm supposed to meet her in a few days. What am I going to do?
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