When I was attending college, I sometimes was helping out in the gym my brother owned. The reason was his newborn child, for whom he wanted to be home in the evenings.
So I covered the last class for him every day, because he didn’t want any of his employees to stay longer than they already did. The irony of the situation was just, that I visually didn’t fit in a gym, being the polar opposite of my buff brother.
I’m not out of shape or anything, but simply a beanstring, no manly broad shoulders whatsoever. Because of my slender statue and shoulder long brown hair I often got mistaken for a woman from behind.
But this didn’t matter to the moms that mostly attended the last spinning class I hosted, calling my girlish look gorgeous and always fawning over me, as I became the favorite instructor for these middle aged women.
One of them I particularly like. Her name is Claire, a single mom, who always had a smile on her face and a quick witted response for everything. She is nearly as tall as I am, about six feet, with chin long white dyed hair and amazing curves.