The Gym Trainer by SheShavedme

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The Gym Trainer

It was when I was playing basketball with some neighborhood kids that I realized I had become severely out of shape.
The kids even teased me and called me old even though I was only in my mid-twenties.
I used to be very athletic with a capable body.
Now I felt like I had no stamina, sustained speed, or quickness.
I weighed myself after I got back and realized I had gained some weight.
I had focused to much on my job and social life that I had neglected my eating and work out habits.
Searching the internet I found a promising looking gym nearby and decided to get a membership.
I decided I would not only get back to a healthy weight but also improve my muscle mass.
This year I was going to reinvent myself and how people saw me.

The next day at 6am I strolled into the gym and looked around.
A few people were working out but all in all it wasnt busy so I wouldnt completely embarrass myself in front of a crowd.
I had never worked out in a gym before so I was nervous.
This gym had a special program that you can enter and a trainer can give you personalized coaching.
They can help you with weights, exercises, and dieting.
This seemed to be the best course of action for me and it was free for members.
I quickly signed up for it and it would take effect the next day.
I fooled around with some weights and the treadmill for an hour and went to work tired.

The next morning I was excited to meet my trainer and get a serious course of action for improving my body.
I walked in and my trainer was already waiting for me to arrive.
What I didnt expect was it to be a extremely fit and super hot woman.
She had shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, and hourglass figure.
If she wasnt already she couldve easily become a model.
She introduced herself as Brooke.
I was immediately intimidated by her physique and felt even worse about what I let happen to myself.
She was very nice and knowledgeable and helped me get a good start on my weight loss.

After a couple weeks training with Brooke I could already see a lot of improvement.
Between the exercise and dieting I was losing weight quickly and my body felt better (other than some sore muscles).
Brooke was encouraging and supportive but strict.
She made sure I did reps properly and never got off the treadmill early or let me slow down.
Some days it was tough but it was so worth it because of the results.

3 months in and I was a totally different man.
All the extra weight was gone and I was starting to build muscle.
I felt great and looked fit and healthy again.
I was looking forward to building on this and continuing the journey.
Brooke continued to be strict and started to bring in harder and harder exercises.
We had become good friends and she was even doing her own training beside me now.

At the 6 month mark I walked in to start the session and Brooke was waiting on me as usual.
This time she looked very different though.
Her shoulder length hair was cut much shorter into a chin length bob that angled high in the back.
I could see when she moved her head she had a shaved undercut 3 inches up her sides paired with a nape shaved even higher.
Her bob was just covering her earlobes.
She looked stunning as I walked up to her trying to hide my shock and arousal.
I said "WOW, you look stunning! What made you cut your hair so short?".
She blushed and said "Thanks, Im going to start training for one of those gauntlet runs and my long hair was going to get in the way".
I said "oh thats really cool! When is the event?".
She replied "its 2 months from now".
Then she gave me a side glance and said "you know... youre far enough along now that if you wanted you could train with me and do the event with me...".
I was excited that she thought I was ready for a competition and that she wanted to continue to hang out together.
My answer was a excited "yes! Im in!".

The next few weeks flew by as we trained hard for the gauntlet run.
We trained mornings and evenings pushing ourselves hard.
I found myself staring at her multiple times during training looking at her short bob.
While I felt bad about staring at her I had actually caught her staring at me more than once.
In the last 8 months that I had started working out Ive become a much more attractive man.
My personality was even more confident and apparently Brooke had taken notice.
As we spent more time together, we became closer, and I soon realized we were about to become more than friends.

We drove out together to the event.
We checked into a hotel room (with 2 beds) the evening before and ate a nice meal and had some drinks at a local bar before turning in for the night.
As we entered the room Brooke said "Ive been thinking about your change over the last 8 months.".
I said "ok, can you elaborate?".
She said "you've made amazing physical changes except for one thing."
I said a little defensively "and whats that?".
She said "its your hair. It doesnt fit you anymore since your huge physical change.".
I thought about this for a little bit.
She was right, I hadnt changed my hair style at all.
It was still the same ol cut I had since college.
A number 4 on the sides and 2 inches left on top.
I asked her "is there a hair style you have in mind for me then?".
She gave me a evil grin and said "I thought you'd never ask."

Before I knew it I was sitting shirtless on a chair in a hotel room waiting for Brooke to get her clippers out of her suitcase.
She said she bought them to trim her undercut but I somehow failed to believe her.
Why did I feel like she bought them specifically for this trip and for my head?
She plugged them into a wall and flicked them on and off making sure they worked.
When she was satisfied, she turned to me and said "I know exactly what will look good on you."
She gave me another evil grin and started stepping towards me with the clippers.
I said "youre not even going to give me choice or tell me how your going to cut my hair!?".
She frowned at me and said "I gave you a physique to be proud of again. I think you owe it to me to complete your new look.".
I was taken aback by her answer and became very nervous because I wasnt going to tell her no.
I did owe her something because she did completely change my life.
I stayed silent not giving her an answer, but she got her answer from my silence and smiled while clicking on the clippers.

Brooke was not shy with the clippers as she placed them right in the middle of my forehead and ran them back.
I could feel the guard less teeth on my scalp as they shaved my hair off short as possible.
If Brooke was an amateur with the clippers you couldnt tell.
She was removing my hair as fast as she could and seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit.
The top of my head was now bare and she started on my right sideburn.
My right side was sentenced to the same fate as the top and was quickly shaved.
She zipped the clippers up the back of my head letting the hair fall to the floor.
The left side was quickly shaved as well and the clippers were finally shut off.

Brooke stood in front of me admiring her work.
I stood up out of the chair and brushed the clinging hair to the piles on the floor.
I looked at Brooke who was staring at me with a smirk of accomplishment.
Brooke then walked toward me and grabbed my hand and gently led me to the bathroom.
She pulled my compression shorts down and I helped her out of her bra as she dropped her panties.
I started the shower and Brooke stepped in after me holding a can of shaving cream and a razor.

After a few minutes in the shower Brooke had me kneel down while she lathered and shaved my head completely bald.
I never knew I could enjoy a haircut so much!
She continued to shave my head until she felt no resistance from hair anywhere.
She even shaved my face!
My appearance was completely under her control.
The shower lasted another few minutes as we washed and explored each others bodies more closely.

When we stepped from the shower I was able to finally look in a mirror.
I definitely didnt recognize the guy looking back.
He looked older, extremely buff, and sexy!
I couldnt believe how the lack of hair had changed my appearance.
I loved how it looked and felt.
The pure smoothness of my scalp was addicting.
Brooke hugged me from behind and looked me in the eye in the mirror "told you I knew what I was doing.".
I just smiled, kissed her on the lips, and carried her to my bed.

The next morning I woke up before Brooke and went to the bathroom.
My new look still not sinking I felt my head again.
This time I could already feel a small amount of stubble had come in.
I grabbed the shaving cream and razor and started to shave my own head.
I was about halfway through when I thought "I could get used to this.".
As I was doing the last couple passes Brooke walked in smiling as she saw me shaving my head.
She gave me a kiss and said "good to see you maintaining the shaved look. You will have a big advantage now going into the competition without that mop.".
I couldnt wait to get out there.

FAST FORWARD

I placed in the top 10 for my first competition and enjoyed every minute of it.
Brooke and I are now married and travel regularly to fitness competitions.
I feel incredibly fortunate to have her as my wife.
My head gets shaved everyday either by myself or Brooke.
Brooke still wears her hair in a bob though the length various depending on time of year.

THE END

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