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I had selected “Gymnastics” as one of my classes, and it had been approved. Not that I had expected it to be denied, but still. Our Teacher: Cheerilee had explained that the chance of having the class denied was next to non-existent, unless I had not been qualified for the class in question.
Since the Gymnastics is a basic class, there is no reason to deny me the class. Naturally.
Once the previous class, just after lunch had concluded; I had left the class, just as all the other girls right along with me.
If one, or some had stayed around; in order to ask a few questions or not, but they had all left after the class had been concluded. Well, why not? What’s the point in staying? We all have classes to attend to. It is after all, why we are here. To study, and to learn.
I had walked over to the changing room, outside the Gymnastics room. The walk is short, just as expected. I had arrived after a few minutes, and well in time for the introduction to my first Gymnastics class.
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The door is open, and I am stepping right in.
The floor had been laid with an inch of Sapphire Glass, to remain in perfect condition. Otherwise, the room is just as I had been expecting.
Since we are all little girls, there is no worry about anyone seeing us; we are after all little girls, every last one of us. No chance of little boys or men seeing anything; because there are none of them, able to enter this facility in the first place. (Maybe, just maybe; this is one reason, why the school is for little girls exclusively?)
There is nothing new to see, because I can see it all; I just need a mirror and some light. Though I guess; they left my face largely unchanged, aside from the required adjustments based on making me into the little girl I am now. (Why remove our individuality? When it makes it so much easier, to recognize our friends and identify each girl.)
Still; I am so similar; I can use the same clothes, as every other girl in class. Convenient. At least, I think it is. I am fairly sure, the Teachers would agree.
The walls are laid with red Rose wood, though.
I can count ten lockers, all lacquered in a matching Metallic Bloody Red. Numbered from one to five Right and Left. There is no handle or lock, though; but I can see the hand print on each of the locker doors; indicating how I am to open my locker.
Each locker is named and is proudly presenting a picture of the face of the owner of the locker.
“Myne Meteor” I read, on the second locker on the right. (But of course; this is my locker, for as long as I am in the Gymnastics class.)
I am extending my right hand, fingers spread wide; pressing the palm of my hand onto the mate black rubber. Only to feel the cool rubber grip my hand, as it grows warm as the door is unlocked; before it slides right up, before me. With that, I have gained access to my Gymnastics clothes. (Should I have been Shocked, or even Surprised?)
The first I can see inside is the suit I am to wear; Metallic Bloody Red, of course.
“It’s a bit sticky, or even grabby!” I reflect, as I feel the lock accept me.
“Oh, well; this is my locker, so I am accepted to take this class!” I ponder, giggling to myself.
“I will just have to disrobe, before I can slip into my new clothes!” I breathe, in excitement.
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I am extracting the suit, looking as if it had been a Swim suit; which it may still be quite fitting for, as well. With the suit in my hands, I am stepping into the suit right and left; before I slowly pull the suit up, finally sliding my hands in before I pull the suit up. The liquid elasticity only excites me even further, as I feel the tight material slide up my body; soon finding its position, leaving me with a very comfortable fit.
Next, I am extracting the shoes; looking almost as if they had been Ballet slippers; rather than regular Gymnastics shoes. I find them easy to slip my feet into; almost as if they had just been stockings, albeit just thigh-high as opposed to the full-length stockings I wore here as I entered the room. (Of course; these are not Toe stockings either, though.)
The liquid elasticity remains a constant; these Gymnastics shoes slide up my legs, as they eagerly contract around my toes, feet and legs in the process. I guess I just have to get used to it, even if I don’t want to become blasé about it or feel uncomfortable wearing anything else. I don’t even know, how long I am to stay; so if I get too familiar with these clothes, I would become very uncomfortable if I am forced to wear my regular clothes I wore before I entered this class.
Once I had slipped the shoes on; only the gloves remain, even if these gloves only covers my hands and nothing more. I know these are my gloves, because they fit as if they had been painted onto the skin of my hands. My Suction cups, sensitive Touchpads and nails are perfectly supported as well.
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As I had slipped into my Gymnastics Uniform, I had closed the door to my locker; before I had walked to the inner door, stepping into the Gymnastics Stadium. Oh, and it is Huge.
Only once I had entered the Stadium, do I realize a few of the girls had already entered; the rest soon drop in, one by one.
They had all been gathered in a corner, to the right of the door; naturally, I do take my place among them. How could I not? I don’t want to stick out, so I have to sit with everyone else. Just as every other girl, I have my long hair flowing down my back, reaching well beyond my shoulders. In any other event, I would have been embarrassed; showing my long hair, flowing freely over my back. Only now, I knew everyone else did the same; so that point had effectively been rendered mote, before I had even entered the room.
Curious, but not every girl is blond; and those who are, appears to be genuine blonds as well. What’s so exciting about blond hair in the first place? I have no idea, but maybe I am just too young and inexperienced, to have a clue in the first place.
I had seen a few with red hair, a few with deep brown and a few with glossy black hair; though I guess, it is at least partially indicative of where they hail from. Not that I overly care, beyond the curiosity, of using it as a clue or cue to go by.
Well; we are after all little girls; dying the hair, just had not quite entered our minds. Or, so I would imagine.
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The teacher is entering the room, quietly walking up to us; only stopping, slowly observing us for a few minutes. I can but imagine, she has the time.
“Right, and Left!” she exclaims, pointing at where she wants us to orient.
Everyone scrambles, to take the proffered position; now facing the Teacher, as she continues to observe us.
“Greetings, girls..” she pronounces; “and welcome to my Gymnastics class!” she continues.
“Greetings, Teacher!” we all chorus, as one; as we are focusing on the Teacher before us.
“One..” she pronounces, indicating for the first girl to take the position; “two..” she continues; “three..” she adds; “Four..” she points out; “five!” she concludes, pointing out the final positions.
“Now..” she exclaims; “let’s have some fun!” she suggests.
I had taken the seat as the second girl on the right; just as she had directed me to, in the first place. It is the locker, I had been directed to; when I were changing into my Gymnastics suit, of course. Had they chosen to give me this position, on purpose; for any particular reason, or just randomly. I have no idea, but maybe they will be explaining this at some point.
“Right..” she proclaims; “if you would sit on your knees!” she concludes.
“Left..” she proclaims; “if you lay face down, facing your numbered pear!” she concludes; indicating for us how she wants us to position ourselves.
I sit, facing the girl who has her locker opposing me on the left side of the changing room; while she is lying face down, facing me. Am I lucky, or unlucky; to have the position on the right, as opposed to the position of the girl on the left? I have no idea, but I guess it is up to my personal taste, in the end.
Do I want to be first, or do I prefer my companion to explain it to me? She is the one to have the surprise, while I will know what is happening beforehand. On the other rubbery hoof; what if they reverse the order, so that I explain this to her, the next time? Probably.
“Left..” the teacher exclaims; “place your hands under yourself, palms down!” she concludes.
Each of the girls on the left soon do as our teacher had instructed them; while the rest of us, just sit on the right and watch what is to come.
“Left..” she exclaims; “spread your fingers wide, then push down firmly!” she is instructing.
“Squeak!!” is heard, as their suction cups are being engaged, by the suddenly increased pressure applied.
“I guess, I know; what that noise means, on second thought!” I ponder.
Those who do not know, what the noise is suggesting; are to learn it, soon enough. I guess, it is better to have this demonstrated publicly; than wait, and suffer the consequences, in the most inopportune situation possible.
“Left..” she exclaims; “lift up your right hand!” she instructs them.
“Here it comes, here it comes!” I ponder; half by half knowing what is to come, even if I don’t know exactly what will be the result of it.
Each of the girls on the left, trying to lift up their right hand, but to no avail; their hands refuse to lift from the floor, as much as they may try to pull it up. It is exactly what I had been expecting. Not even the girls on the left are overly surprised, on second thought.
I maintain a polite smile, making an effort not to laugh; though I soon notice, how one of the girls on the left can’t hold in her laughter. Since she is the one on the receiving end, it is still acceptable; she permits the rest of the girls on the left to join in and laugh right along with her From there, I join in, with the rest of the girls.
This had been the intent, all along; now she knows, we have been alerted to this possibility.
“Relax..” the teacher is instructing, letting it be known she had intended for us to learn of this before anyone became compromised by the effect.
“Left..” she exclaims; “spread your fingers wide, then push down firmly!” she is instructing.
“Left..” she exclaims; “lift up your left hand!” she instructs them.
Just as before, their hands refuse to let go and one girl is tilting to one side.
The girl starts to giggle, helplessly; finding the situation so amusing, she is collapsing onto the floor. Not that the fall is devastating; but it is a bit embarrassing, from what I can say.
“Right..” the teacher is instructing; “help your companion; release her hands from the floor, so that we can continue class!” she is following up.
Of course, here it comes; she will permit me, to enjoy the same experience, and permit me to get closer to her by having her help me out in turn. While she had not said it, yet; but everyone knows, what is to come.
It is easy for me, to slip in my right index finger under her right hand; only because my hands are not stuck, on the floor. The girl on the left, does not have this luxury; since both her hands, are firmly and irrevocably stuck on the floor under her.
“I am only too happy, to help her out; knowing, she will be doing the same for me!” I ponder.
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“Time for the warming up..” the teacher points out, indicating for us to start at the corner of the long side of the room; “walk all the way over to the corner..” she explains; “then run to the next corner of the short wall..” she continues; “repeat this, until I say anything!” she concludes.
By the time, she had finished explaining the instructions; we had all gathered in the proffered corner, starting to walk in the direction she had indicated.
While the room may be large; but the walls are not quite as long, as one may have been expecting from the size of the room. With that, we manage to get several laps, around the room, before she is speaking up, once more.
“Since this is Gymnastics; we are looking for more, than just running and speed!” she puts forth, indicating for us to gather in one corner of the room.
“One.. Two.. Three.. Four.. Five..” she exclaims, indicating for us to line up by the numbers; “Right.. Left!” she concludes, indicating for us to be facing one another.
“Right and left..” she exclaims; “I want to see you embrace one another!” she concludes.
While we are new, in class; but since I don’t really know the other girls, I don’t have any preferences. My companion, is as good as any of the girls. Well; I am one of these girls, so it avoids the awkward embarrassment. (Before I had joined this class, I would have found this embarrassing no end.)
Since I had been instructed to embrace the girl before me, I do; soon realize something, since she is wearing the same suit as I am wearing, I feel the slippery and smooth surface under the palms of my hands in the process. I almost squeal in excitement and delight, as the palms of my hands slide over the material covering her entire body.
The palms of my hands soon ends up, over her shoulder blades; exactly where I feel her holding her hands, in the process. Somehow, I sense her excitement; just as I know she could not hide her own excitement, in the process.
“I take it..” I whisper; “you find this suit just as exciting, as I do!” I breathe.
“How did you know?” she inquires; “guilty as charged..” she then breathes.
“What if I were to propose..” I whisper; “this reaction, may be part of the grounds they based the pairings on?” I inquire.
“Wouldn’t that be convenient?” I hear the Teacher; “Would you; or anyone else be shocked, or scandalized; if I were to confirm?” she finally inquires.
The room is quiet, and one could hear the Pin hitting the floor in the opposite corner of the room. (had the pin actually been dropped.)
“If your reaction is anything to go by, I will be enjoying to be paired up with you..” she whispers; “Why would I be scandalized?” she inquires, as response to the teacher’s question.
“Correct..” the teacher responds; “Quite correct, indeed!” she puts forth; “It should be perfectly normal, to embrace one’s Partner or Team Mate!” she concludes.
As she is speaking, I find myself tightening my embrace; only for my Partner to react, by tightening her embrace accordingly. I squeal, inwardly; while I know, my partner feels and reacts the same way. I can’t exactly say, that I mind.
“Slowly, spread your feet outwards..” the teacher is instructing us; “relax, as you continue to spread your feet ever wider; slowly as you reach for the Ninety Degrees!” she concludes.
“Oh.. Oh.. Oh..” I breathe, as I am enjoying the moment; embracing my partner, in the exercise. (Even if I don’t know, what the exercise is intended to do, just yet.)
As I am relaxing, as I had been instructed to; I find it much easier, than I had been expecting. I am still taking it just as slow, as I had been instructed; spreading my feet further and further.
I wait for the next instruction, with each and every other girl in the room; only for the teacher to give the expected instruction, a moment later. She had just waited, for the confirmation; that everyone had managed to complete the previous instruction, before she continues with the next instruction.
“Since you have managed to spread your feet, while maintaining relaxation; continue, by slowly sliding your feet out!” she continues.
“Well; if this instruction isn’t harder, than the previous one were..” I whisper in the ear, of my companion.
“Probably not; even if I don’t know, exactly how far she is expecting us to push our feet out!” she concludes.
“Pretend, that it is just one more inch..” I whisper; “and then another inch..” I continue; “so long as you can remain calm and maintain the relaxation; this shouldn’t be harder, than the first inch!” I propose.
“Oh, yeah; just that one inch, is easy..” she whispers; “so long as I only need to push my feet one inch further, forgetting how far I had already pushed my feet apart; it is just the first one inch, over and over!” she concludes.
I feel her thighs pressed tight against my own, in our embrace; her legs spreading with mine, just that one inch further, as if it had been just that one first inch.
Inch by inch, inch by inch; inch by inch, inch by inch and inch by inch we spread our feet further and further apart.
I almost scream, as I find my rump hitting the floor; still embracing my partner, as if she had been the entire world for me. (Or; as if I had been hanging on to her, for dear life.)
“You know, it really does feel good; holding on to you, in a tight embrace!” I breathe, snickering under my breath, in delight.
“Dare to push further, to see if you can lift your feet up and off of the floor?” the teacher whispers in my ear.
“Well, why not..” I respond; “I have been enjoying this exercise..” I put forth.
“I could see that.” the teacher supplies, giggling quietly to herself, under her breath.
“Sounds like fun..” my companion responds, only urging me on, to continue. (Before, the gravity had done half the job; but now, we will have to lift the entire weight by ourselves, of course.)
Since I had already reached the floor, without apparent effort; I continue, lifting my feet up over the floor.
Inch by inch, inch by inch; inch by inch, inch by inch and inch by inch.
Before I even realized it, I can feel my knees hit my shoulders; just as I realize, the girl I am embracing is experiencing the same. She just giggles, and I am giggling with her.
We share the moment and the victory we had just accomplished together. It is a success, earned together; and thus the joy is shared between the two of us, almost as if we had been one.
“Imagine that..” she breathes, excitedly; “we managed to push all the way!” she concludes.
“What if..” I suggest; “we were trying to bend our knees, and see if we could reach the end?” I inquire.
As easy as it may sound, on first inspection; but this is an entirely different challenge, in our position. Still, we persist. Slowly bending our knees, just a little at the time; little by little, until we can feel the heels of our feet hitting the plump fleshy rump.
“Squeak!!” is heard, just as our heels are hitting our rumps.
Curiously enough, we had not yet fallen over; even without the support, our legs should have been providing. Yet, in this position; our legs had been neatly folded, completely out of the way. (At least; my feet has no Suction cup, or any such fancy details.)
“You did it..” the teacher exclaims; “you really pushed it through, all the way..” she continues; “and you are still standing, without even toppling over!” she concludes.
“Yes..” I breathe; “I guess we did!” my companion concludes.
“Now I just need to see you, untangling yourself..” the teacher points out; “so that you can stand up, with the rest of your class mates!” she concludes.
As I am trying to move my hands, the first realization is hitting home; “Oh.. Oh..!” I breathe.
I may have heard a squeaking noise; but I had not even given it the light of day, or the shade of night, for that matter. I had been busy, distracted. What had you been expecting? Maybe the suit she is wearing, had taken the last of my attention; as I was focused on embracing my companion, as we were pushing our feet apart at the time. (Oh, well; now it is too late, and I can clearly feel my hands being stuck on her back.)
With each pull, I just feel her hands pulling from behind my back. Once, twice, thrice; but to no avail, I am still perfectly stuck. Not that I mind, even if I guess it is a bit embarrassing all the same.
“This is fun..” my companion giggles.
“Yes.. Yes.. Yes..” I breathe, excited by her admission, on top of everything else.
In a different situation, I had been looking forwards to sharing this moment with her; hoping she would like seeing my room, or letting me see hers. Well; maybe I could still enjoy that prospect.
“Myne?” she inquires, as she had seen my name and face on the locker before she entered the Gymnastics class.
“Yes, that is me..” I respond; still distracted by the situation, within which I had just found myself.
“Could you study Neiponian or Ponish with me?” she inquires.
“I could..” I admit; “if you want me to!” I put forth.
“After this..” she breathes; “I would love to share the time with you..” she continues; “and the studies would be the best opening, I could think of!” she admits.
“Megumi, wasn’t it?” I inquire; “you think we could be permitted to share the same booth, for the meals?” I inquire.
“Yes, that is me..” she whispers; “and I think that would be delightful!” she continues.
I slowly straighten my legs, bending my legs further and further back to be able to stand up; while I feel Megumi is following suit, following my movement perfectly, as if we had been the same person.
It had taken me surprisingly long, for me to disentangle myself; but in the process, I had still won the prize. Though I guess; I am sharing the prize, with my new friend: Megumi. (Is there ever a greater prize, than the prize of friendship? {Nope Nope Nope})
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