Chapter 1: The personal trainer

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My name is Gulf I am 23 years old, currently my job is to keep the accounts of a fairly large company, so I work a lot sitting down. For that reason I have put on a lot of weight, my girlfriend told me that I should go to the gym with the free time I have, so I listened and signed up.

This would be my first day and I was embarrassed to see the physique of others and compare it with mine, but I thought about my girlfriend and how beautiful she was, her figure was perfect, so I felt a little ugly at her side, so that it should improve.

A young Chinese man came to my side and took my data.

- My name is Wayne - he said - I need you to take off your shoes and go up to the weight.
- Yes - I took off my shoes and what the weight showed me was more than I expected.
- Do not worry - said the boy - the weight itself is nothing - I try to calm down.
- It's that I went up too much working in that company.
- It is normal since according to your data and your style of life is totally sedentary.
- Yes - I put on my shoes - I walk to the parking lot.
- You are very lazy - I take out a measuring tape - we will measure every important part of your body.
- Okay.
- First your thighs - he measured thighs, waist, my arms, chest, hips, and my height - with your data we will get the index of body fat and we can give you a guideline.
- Will I have a personal trainer?
- Yes - I look everywhere - I think it has not arrived yet.
- Well - I saw him write down and take calculations, then he saw me with a bad boy smile - what's wrong?
- I'll change you to the coach.
- I do not understand.
- You must lose 15 kilos of fat to be on the average.
- Than?!
- You don't show it, but you have a lot of body fat - he gestured to follow him - I was thinking of leaving Tay as a coach, but - he stopped outside a room - I think you need someone more rude.
- What do you mean?
- Tay is usually softer with people, but Mew - he sighs - go in there - he passes me the sheet and opens the door - I hope God have mercy on your soul - he said, pushing me inside.

Upon entering I saw a room with a pair of weights, a pair of mats, an exercise bike, a treadmill, and other items that I did not know what they were for, the room was not very big but it had everything to exercise. I looked everywhere and I didn't see the coach so I sat down to wait. I don't know when it  me asleep, but I woke up to feel a jet of water fall on my head.

"Shit," I exclaimed.
- They told me you were sedentary and lazy, but I never imagined that someone came to the gym to sleep.
- I did not come to sleep - I dried my face with the towel I was carrying and I turned to face the stupid - You ... - My words died there.

Have you ever felt that when you see a person the world stops and you lose your breath, that just by seeing the person you start to float in a cloud, that your body is not aware of what your brain wants to do and your brain itself he seems to have killed all his neurons, because you don't think of anything other than the being that is in front of your eyes, that physically perfect person. A fully toned man, but without looking vulgar, a man wearing shorts that show perfect legs and a tank top that shows his strong arms, plus a face cast by god by hand. That beautiful being is moving his perfect mouth and his veiny hands, trying to say something that my hatreds cannot hear. Because I have lost all my senses.

- Idiot - I hear a voice in the distance - hey! Moron.
- yeah? - I answer without realizing it.
- You're good? - Having no answer, he hit me on the forehead - wake up.
- ouch! - I woke up from my reverie - why did you do that?
- Because you looked like a jerk looking at me - I felt a little embarrassed by my attitude.
- Sorry - I said.
- Don't worry - he went to a mat - I know I'm easy to admire.
- I wasn't seeing you.
- Yes, of course - I went over to him - sit on the front mat.
- Are you Mew?
- Yes - he stretches out my hand - you must be Gulf.
- yeah
- Good Gulf - he stops and takes me with him - first I need you to take off your clothes.

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