Can Female Muscle Dance?

A fantasy of how one individual became sobered, stronger and smarter.

This tale has one, singular intention. It's purely written to paint an
extended word picture of the depth of beauty women bodybuilders' poses. I
wouldn't say I idolize FBB's because, the one I've come to know, don't like
the pedestal that high. I only know I've grown to deeply appreciate all that
they've accomplished in adding to life's tapestry.

About 20 years ago we referred to these particular men as "nerds". Today the
noun has progressed to "Geek" and Winston McCormick was perfectly suited to
that designation. Not only did he have his employment at a superstore called
"Dot Com Warehouse", but his thick rimed glasses and white shirts made him
fill the stereotype perfectly. Winston, already at 21 years of age, showed the
all too familiar beer belly and narrow arms of someone who avoided exercise
and scoffed at those that disciplined their lives for fitness.

{Music cue ... "Dolls" by Ace Frehley}

He rented an apartment one block from his employer and had the distinction of
being the games expert in the store. This allowed him to take home the latest
games and try them out before talking them up to prospective buyers. Playing
games on his home computer most evenings became a kind of obsession for him.
Most nights he thought of little else including his nutritional needs. When
the Ice box was leaning out he'd make a Thursday run to Discount food barn
which was a seconds and discontinued items market. The shelf selections in
this store left much to be desired. The appeal though was the low prices and
the wide selection of frozen dinners. Some people actually were embarrassed to
shop there, though Winston wasn't one of them. One woman that did force her
self in to the store on a weekly basis was Janet Rosen.

Janet was a single mom, part time proof reader for a local newspaper and
aspiring bodybuilder. Janet's income was tight, for all she had expenditures
for, and so once a week she headed for Discount food barn to try and discover
cheap sources of protein and clean carbohydrates. Examining labels at length,
she would spend more time in the store than most customers especially Winston
McCormick. Janet's habit was also to shop Thursdays nights but that would soon
change. The switching of nights was necessary for Janet because Winston was
becoming a rude and obnoxious pest. Knowing Janet entered the store about 7:30
pm, he'd invite his geek friends from his work to come look at the Amazon and
her 10 year old daughter. They'd snicker at her as she passed them with her
shopping cart and then they'd talk loudly of her when they were two aisles
away. The jokes would range from what she was wearing, her physique, and what
she had in her cart. The jokes were rude and insulting and despite Janet's
effort to ignore them, they still hurt.

It was a muggy Thursday evening in August when Winston made his weekly trek to
buy some groceries and possibly torment the lady with the big arms and
shoulders. Janet hadn't arrived yet so Winston started his brisk pace to the
frozen section. Meandering to another aisle he noticed a display of cans of
creamed corn with Arabic letters on the label. This wasn't an unusual site in
this store because seconds were often from foreign distributors. Casually he
picked up one particular can and examined the Arabic characters that
surrounded the can's label. On the back he found some English that didn't
coincide with anything having to do with food. The words said ... "one wishful
thought, then speak the phrase, the heaven's act, desire stays, be wise in
choice then touch the star, behold the power of this jar."

Winston saw the star in the corner of the label but giggled that the print had
said it was a jar. He placed the Can in to his cart and moved on. As he moved
to the check out counter he had a ritual of figuring out the total cost within
a dollar. That process wasn't done with a hand held adding machine, but
tabulation kept in his head. When the clerk hit the grand total key he was ten
dollars off and a bit shocked as well. He reached for the creamed corn can,
which he had neglected to put on the counter, and apologized to the clerk that
he had forgotten it. As he placed it on the rotating counter he muttered to
him self that he wished he was stronger and smarter than he was now. Little
did he know that his thumb was touching the star on the label, at that moment.
As he released it, his whole body began to violently tremble. "Are you O.K.?"
asked the clerk as she turned to initially give him the new total. Ignoring
her question, Winston turned to run to the restroom and agonized over a
seizure of some sort he had never in his life experienced. When he flung
himself through the door, he felt the shaking subside and watched in the
mirror of what was a chilling sight. His hair grew out in fullness dropping to
his shoulders, his facial features transformed to feminine proportions, his
breasts grew out, the penis vanished, his voice became higher, and he felt
what he imagined a vagina might feel like moisten between his legs. His
clothes instantly disappeared and then new ones reappeared. A red mesh Nike
sports bra, blue bicycle racing pants and a small shouldered purse donned an
incredible female muscular body. "NO, NO, NO, NOOOOO"! Screamed Winston, as he
stared at the mirror in utter disbelief. The second scream brought the night
manager in to the restroom and he politely and firmly told Winston that the
women's restroom was down the hall to the right. Winston stormed out past the
manager and half way down the frozen food section, Winston began to pull on
his flesh as if he were attempting to remove a large overcoat. Visually the
people in the store were dumbstruck at this bizarre behavior. Winston quickly
realized this wasn't going to work and tried to calmly leave the store. As he
walked to his car he passed Janet Rosen and gave her a terrified look of
needing desperate help. He dared not say anything to her and climbed in to his
car with some new found difficulty. His overall girth didn't allow for a
sliding in to the drivers side.

For the next 2 Hours, Winston sat in the car and tried to determine what had
happened and continued to tell himself it was a bad dream. The incantation on
the creamed corn can, would not dawn on him until the store closed.

Janet eventually walked by again and Winston experienced a feeling he rarely
had. He genuinely felt sorry for all the times he had taunted her. Right now
though, it would do no good to speak to Janet, since she wouldn't recognize
him.

Winston decided to drive home, quickly hop in to bed and force himself to wake
up from this nightmare.

The next morning Winston leaped out of bed, ran to his mirror and saw no
change. When was he going to wake up and cast off this body he had the most
contempt for? He stressed over his condition, walked to his living room, and
slumped down in his recliner. Looking around his small living room, he noticed
the decor was strangely not to his liking. Posters from game promotions graced
the walls but now were seen as repulsive and a desire for some nice framed art
was preferred. He reached for the purse that had magically been placed on his
shoulder and pulled out the contents. First there was a woman's billfold which
he examined and discovered all his familiar credit cards. Yet all the cards,
including the driver's license, were now in the name Jeanine Sapphire. Then
various women's make up was spread through out the bag and Feminine napkins.

The phone then rang and Winston knew who it probably was. Picking up the
receiver, his female voice responded with a hesitant "Hello". The voice on the
other end was the unmistakable anger of Winston's boss Lou Alfred. "Is Winston
there?" Lou growled out. "Sorry Lou, but ... .I'm ...I mean Winston's sick".
"Who are you?" Lou quickly came back with. "Ahh ... UM ... I'm his sister, I'm
here to take care of him". "I thought he was an only child" Lou said with
suspicion. "Well, were old friends and he calls me his sister" Winston said in
desperation. Some silence lapsed and then Lou ordered that Winston had to call
him before lunch time. Getting rid of his boss's harassment was only a
temporary measure and now Winston had to figure out how to reverse this body
transformation. He went to the refrigerator and opened up the door to a
cornucopia of fattening junk food. As Winston this display was always pleasing
to him but now he, again, was strangely turned off at what he saw. Now he
wanted a breakfast of complex carbohydrates, clean protein and lots of vitamin
supplements. Nothing in the kitchen looked satisfying for this new appetite.
He walked back in to his bedroom and closed the door so he could access the
full bodied mirror that hung on the back of the door.

1.2 Beholding the upper body

1.3

1.4 Removing the sports bra, Winston stood, topless, and stepped back to
intently explore the incredible proportions of this physique. There's
something about a neck that speaks volumes of a woman's physical life. This
neck was an athlete's Neck and Winston stroked the organ to feel its power. A
gold "Italian horn" necklace embraced the neck as well.

1.5 The trapezius, the lateral and anterior deltoids were formed across her
shoulder blades in a series of muscular waves and squared off the posture
perfectly. The posterior deltoid rounded in what trainers sometimes call
"Cannon ball shoulders".

Slowly he cupped the two breasts in the palms of his hands. He felt how
sensitive they were to touch. As he lifted them he felt a surge of female
emotion tingle down to his toes. The sensation was unlike anything he ever
experienced as a young man. He maneuvered them into a pose of cleavage and
stood erect with pride. He liked it yet he kept saying ... "What am I doing?"

1.6 The biceps had a single peak when the arm was brought up and "L-shaped" to
flex with a closed fist. When the fingers spread eagled upward (a female
bodybuilder's trademark move) a double bicep popped up. The veins exploded out
of the skin and the measurements had to have been 16 inches at least. The
Horseshoe-shaped triceps were as tight as any woman could hope for. The three
heads of the muscle emerged in a formation that enhanced the whole arm in a
majestic display of bold fierceness and sexuality. The forearms were vascular
and random veins peaked and disappeared all up and down from the fingers to
the elbow.

The abdominals were also a work of art. The ripples from the lower region
crept up to the lower chest and it felt like a natural iron girdle. The belly
button was body- pierced and a small diamond studded chain hung in a teasing
dangle. On her left thumb, a wide silver ring with intricate Celtic designs
was examined.

1.7 Winston looked in awe at all this for sometime and fought the strong urge
to admire it all. By the time he memorized the different features of this
upper body he decided to take a shower. In the shower, he watched the water
creep down this sculpted body and as the steam increased in the bathroom, the
body began to glisten with female sensuality. He emerged to a foggy chamber
and caressed the muscles gently with a towel. What little he knew of female
pampering he tried to accommodate with powder, moisturizer and a facial cream.
Just yesterday he wouldn't have cared about such things, now he intuitively
acted on impulse.

Winston turned on the radio and listened to news and commentaries as he tried
to figure out how he should dress. Winston was stunned to hear the different
people on the radio, talking or being interviewed and noticed he could detect
sincerity or insincerity in their voice. This was better known as a woman's
intuition and he was experiencing it firsthand. Going out to the television he
turned it on and noticed the ability increased by watching their body English.
Also, his means of interpreting news events was sharpened and he understood
why people did or said things the way they did. This was an intelligence that
computer knowledge or game strategies could never accord. This was female
wisdom that This Jeanine Sapphire seemed to have an excellent grasp of.

Deciding to return to the grocery store was not in the plans since his
behavior of the night before might alarm the employees who would immediately
recognize him. He knew he had to get back there soon though because a key to
this puzzle was only going to be found there.

Instead, his urge was to go clothes shopping and then work out at a local gym.
His inner turmoil was that this was his strong desire and he couldn't resist
the pull of this customary feminine habit. He put on a white tank top
undershirt that his upper body exploded out of and pulled on some Levi jeans
that he had given up hope of wearing again. They slid on his legs easily and
comfortably and he felt a confidence he had never felt before. He knew the
phone would be ringing soon and he would have to come up with some kind of
excuse as to Winston's whereabouts, but for now he surrendered to the urge and
left his apartment for the mall.

1.8 Shopping and befriending

1.9 No sooner had he stepped out of the car but stares, cat calls, whistles
and rude comments were shouted from the public basketball courts that were
across from the mall parking lot. Winston was now on the receiving end of what
he used to dish out to Janet Rosen. Now he was feeling the hurt of mere words
which he long believed didn't really bother people.

1.10 {Music cue ... "Fractured too" by Ace Frehley}

1.11 Wandering through the mall, Winston became aware that the very stride of
this body was different from his. Now there was poise and distinction that
almost resembled royalty entering a room. Winston also experienced a window in
to a woman's unique skill to multi-task. As he walked he was fully analytical
of the window displays, fully conscious of the incorrigible 5 year old
tormenting his father walking behind him and could evaluate the eye contact of
the men that passed him. Winston admitted to himself he never knew women had
such power.

1.12 Walking in to an Old Navy store, Winston automatically went to the men's
area and then caught himself and, half embarrassed, walked to the women's
clothes. An employee walked up and offered help and Winston was perplexed at
where he should start. The clerk's name was Mitzy Boyer and she introduced her
self as a great admirer of female bodybuilders. For the next 90 minutes, Mitzy
designed a wardrobe and accessories for Jeannine that accentuated her muscular
frame beautifully. Everything that Mitzy brought out for Jeanine to try on
seemed right to Winston. Finally, gathering up the large bundle of items,
Winston knew he had to weed out most of the high priced clothes but Mitzy
marched to the counter and began ringing up all the sales tags. Before Winston
could stop her, Mitzy had returned with 3 large bags and stuffed all the
garments in. When Winston pleaded that he couldn't pay for all this, Mitzy
declared that it was all taken care of. She used her employee discount and put
the balance on her own Visa. "You can't pay for all this" Winston protested.
Mitzy leaned in to whisper that she'd like to take Jeanine out for coffee and
if she could wait 15 minutes, she has a lunch hour coming up. Winston figured
it was the least he could do so he trundled all the bags to the car and waited
in the mall's Starbucks.

1.13 Mitzy proved to be very chatty about the sport of female bodybuilding and
how much she knew about the history. Winston listened but still struggled to
accept that this way of life for these women was legitimate. Finally he
decided to reveal all that had transpired in the last 18 hours and hoped
against hope that Mitzy might believe it. "If you say it happened like that, I
suppose you could be telling the truth, I can't help thinking though that
there's another reason for your making up this fantastic tale" Mitzy said
through a rye smile. Winston pleaded for Mitzy to accept the story on face
value and she finally agreed to come over to Winston's apartment when she
finished her shift. "It sounds like you need lessons in being female" Mitzy
chuckled. "No, it's just that I don't want to come across as awkward until I
can figure how to change back" Winston retorted. "To be honest, I hope you
don't" mitzy said as she wrote down Winston's address. Mitzy's comment was
interpreted as honest by Winston and, as he reflected on it, he headed for the
health food store to buy some bodybuilding supplements and protein bars.

1.14 When Winston returned to his parked car, one of the weekend warriors that
had been at the basketball court ran up to him. He fell to his knees, then his
hands and started to do militaristic push ups. Winston never would have
diagnosed this behavior but as Jeanine he was quick to asses what this jock
was motivated by. "You trying to prove your manhood?" she said with an
insulting air. He said nothing but continued to fatigue his chest in a pumping
fashion. "Jerks don't score points with me by showing off" she said as she
opened the car door. Winston backed up the car to where the machismo was now
standing, she revved the engine, hit the gas hard and let him breath in the
combination of exhaust and burning rubber.

1.15 Beholding the lower body

1.16 Winston noticed that his driving was much more cautious. Despite his
"In-your-face" demonstration in the mall parking lot, His driving was alert,
thoughtful and quite knowledgeable of the rules of the road. As much as he
tried to revert back to his road hog manner he found this new body was taking
over more and more. He pulled in to a 24 fitness gym and automatically knew to
purchase a day pass. The gym rat behind the counter grinned, a too obvious
grin, and mentioned that there was an opening for a female trainer for full
time employment. Winston read through the intonation in this guy's voice and
knew there was insincerity in it. He wanted her to be on the premises for
daily eye candy. "I'll think about it" Jeanine calmly said as she threw the
gym bag over her shoulder and quickly ignored any further eye contact with
him.

1.17 {Music cue ... "Stranger in a Strange Land" by Ace Frehley}

1.18 Jeanine emerged from the locker room wearing a black leotard and
immediately the glares and gawks of the others in the gym were instantaneous.
She roared through a leg workout that included squats, dead lifts, extensions,
and donkey raises to name a few. Winston felt like he was along for the ride
since the body seemed to know the poundage and repetitions to achieve a good
muscle burn in every fiber of the legs. Something was telling him that the
legs were a force to be reckoned with on a woman's body. When the 30 minutes
on the stair master was completed, Winston strode to the large mirror by the
dumbbell rack. First he turned his back to see the buttocks. He squeezed the
cheeks and laughed at how the term "Buns of Steel" was born. Jeanine had a set
of them and marveled at how their roundedness was so sexy. Looking further
down to the calves, Winston tensed the muscle and saw an erotic display of two
diamond-shaped bulges protrude from the calves that was magical in form. He
instinctively knew that when this muscle was seen in a pair of high heels it
was a riveting sight. The hamstrings also had a sensual curve to them. This
muscle was difficult to develop for women so the attention to Jeanine's, by
the other ladies in the gym, was that she was a rare sight. One woman walked
up to Jeanine and said "I'd like a pair of those please". That got Winston
thinking about a future Job. Finally he turned frontward to study two "Killer"
thighs. Their development created a symmetry that started at the hips and
moved down to slenderize the knees. This was the one muscle that punctuated
full feminine form. It was the secret to why the walk through the mall earlier
brought a feeling of pride and confidence. Without as much as a second look
around, Jeanine grabbed her new gym bag and left to meet up with Mitzy at the
apartment.

1.19 ... And now the Dance

1.20 Mitzy arrived on the button, 5:30 exactly. She walked in to the apartment
with more old navy clothes and a box full of makeup and hair styling tools.
With the excitement of the moment, neither could think of Dinner so Mitzy
escorted Jeanine to the bathroom to begin her crash course on female beauty.
For 2 hours Mitzy showed that she was the consummate cosmetician and explained
every nuance of foundation, eye shadow, rouge, lipstick, various facial creams
and what they do.By now Winston's emotions were at all out war. One minute he
loved it, the next minute he was shocked that he loved it. Mitzy was happier
than a school girl in a candy shop that she could dote on a true bodybuilder.
She brought out the combs and brushes and showed Jeanine a host of
possibilities given her hair length and body. Finishing with beauty101, Mitzy
then unveiled what she knew was the perfect wardrobe. Jeanine was asked by
Mitzy to put on a denim skort and a khaki crop tank top. The feel of the
outfit was making Winston's head spin. Spontaneously, He bolted to the living
room and pushed the coffee table in to the kitchen. Mitzy slowly walked out to
the living room to see if there was something wrong. She watched Jeannine, in
an almost hypnotic state, reach for a particular CD and load it into the
stereo.

{Music Cue ... ."Love me Right" by Ace Frehley}

As the opening guitar licks blew out of the speakers, Winston heard a familiar
song quite differently; he was hearing it as a woman hears music. Jeanine
began to shrug her shoulders rhythmically and intensified the motion as the
song built its energy. She then launched in to a pantomime of a rock star
strumming an air guitar and whipping her hair against her neck and cheeks.
Gyrating her hips, she gradually went in to frenzied trance and moved about
the room with recklessness. Peeling off her top, she then went through a
series a strip club dancer moves and allowed Mitzy to playfully put a 5 dollar
bill in her cleavage. Jeanine's sweat was becoming visible but the heat of the
moment drove her to dance with more and more force. When the song finally
ended, three adjectives thundered in Jeanine's mind: GRACE, POWER, and
EMOTION. Winston's psyche was virtually ready to surrender to all that was
Jeanine Sapphire. Glancing at Mitzy she uttered the 3 words for confirmation.
Jeanine quietly said: "grace, power and emotion?" Mitzy nodded her head in
assent "Oh girl, you know you've got it". So Jeanine Kept it for good.

{Music Cue ... ."Calling to You" by Ace Frehley}

{Roll credits}

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