Shemale Workout (Futa on Male)

By Jordan Bailey

'Gym Bunny' Briana Becker has had her sights on a young man who works at her local gym. Little does she know that he too has been ogling her for weeks...

This is part one of the 'Workout Series' if you enjoy this be sure and check out the rest!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jordan Bailey
• Release date: Nov 13, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463711026

Jordan Bailey

Jordan Bailey is a transwoman originally from England who now lives quietly in the United States. Her hobbies include writing, movies and playing with her dogs. Lover of anime, manga and animals, she primarily writes about Futanari, or 'Dickgirl' women and crossdressing. She also enjoys weaving tales about effeminate young men, a.k.a. 'femboys', transwomen and other transgender themes!To get updates, send feedback, or anything else, follow her on Reddit @ BaileyJordanOfficial

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Shemale Workout

by Jordan Bailey

This ebook is for 18+ adults ONLY. It contains explicit, graphic details of sexual acts and language that may be considered offensive by some readers.

All characters engaged in sexual activity are consenting, non-related adults over the age of 18.

Copyright © 2022 author Jordan Bailey. All rights reserved.

I had just finished my routine when I heard the door to the gym open and close.

It was him. The young pool boy. He was wearing his staff issued black polo shirt and khaki cargo shorts, both of which looked like they were a size too small. He was carrying a short pool scrubber in one hand with a bag of wet leaves in the other, and so far, seemed unaware of my presence.

I was a regular at the gym, an amenity that came as a perk at the apartment complex. It had it all. Treadmills, weights, leg presses. Everything I needed to keep up my athletic figure.

I’m a fitness coach you see, but even in my spare time I was working out. I took pride in my work, standing a little over six feet tall with long, blonde hair and a full, ample 38 E bust. And I admit, relished in the looks and gazes from the men at the gym anytime I was out in public. But recently, I only cared about one - the pool boy. The very reason I began to frequent the complex’s gym where he worked.

I sat up from the workout bench, slamming the barbell down on the rack above. The metal startled him and he jumped to attention, finally noticing me. I stood, grabbing my towel while pretending to just now