Monday arrived. Sarah didn't give Lucy any drugs this morning. She wanted the drugs to help to smooth the process, not make her a zombie or an addict. She hoped the withdrawal from the stimulants would be enough to undermine Lucy's day.

As Sarah predicted, the night has been rough for Lucy. She could barely sleep, spent most of it in a crazed , heightened state of excitement. The first part of the night, she masturbated after going to bed to movies Sarah sent her to study on her phone... until the withdrawal kicked in: spikes of paranoia, nightmares, crippling fear. She got up several times to throw up.

So, the next day, going to school was a challenge. She was particularly sluggish and exhausted, hiding at the back of the classroom, where none of her classmates or teachers tried to talk to her. She was starting to get a reputation, slowly becoming the weirdo, the dumb one, some people wondering what she was even doing here and how did she manage to pass the entrance exam. But she failed to notice, focusing all her energy to get through the day.

Sarah had a malicious joy seeing her state when she came home. She wanted Lucy to consider the school dull, exhausting, frustrating, she wanted it to contrast sharply with her new porn life, a life that should feel exciting, pleasurable and even desirable. She instructed her to get nude again in the house but didn't subjected to any "training". Lucy crashed on her bed after a silent dinner, her bare ass on the cold kitchen chair, keeping her legs open wide according to the instruction she was given.

On Tuesday, she felt a lot better, slowly getting back to her baseline, but the school was still a hassle because she was seriously falling behind now. When she returned home, Sarah was dressed in gym clothes instead of being naked. She still asked her to strip, but, this time, she also had prepared a handful of sport clothes for her to wear as part of her training.

"Get dressed, we're going out!"

Lucy stuttered as she picked up what she considered very small stretchy shorts: "I... I can't go out wearing that."

"It's just gym clothes, Lucy.", stated Sarah, visibly annoyed. "If you can't wear gym clothes, don't bother posing nude."

Nodding, Lucy dressed up, pulling on her thighs the pink, tight, spandex gym shorts. It hugged her butt perfectly. Next was a matching backless sport bra, emphasizing her small chest.

"Put this in.", said Sarah, giving Lucy filled socks to put in her bra. The padding made her chest look like a C or D-cup.

Then, she covered herself with an oversize shirt and baggy sweatpants. White sneakers and a cap completed the look.

Both girls went out together, outfit matching, and walked to the nearby gym. It wasn't the kind of clothes Lucy was used to wear but it wasn't so bad being in the street in baggy sport gear.

After a short 5 minutes walk, they entered the gym building. In front of the lockers that were outside the changing room, in the main gym area, Sarah stopped her. "We'll use these lockers.", she explained. Sarah simply removed her t-shirt and pulled down her pants, without any shame in the world. An eyebrown arched toward Lucy.

Her tenant looked around nervously. She was expecting to go in the locker room. But it made sense. They just had to remove the baggy clothes. Here, in the main room, for all to see. Most of the people here were men, some running on treadmill, some using elliptical bikes and, a bit further, some were using weight machines. She felt like they were all looking at her, waiting for her to change, even though she knew it wasn't the case.

There was also an handful of girl, most of them dressed in tight, revealing clothing. Very form fitting yoga pants, very short spandex shorts, tiny sport bra. It was the current fashion. Hands trembling, she removed her own top, exposing her torso to the cold air conditioning of the gym. She knew it was irrational but still felt weird, almost like she was stripping down to her underwear in public. Clumsily, she slided down her baggy pants, her ass encased in the neon pink form fitting garment popping out.

"Good! Now follow me."

Never had been so acutely aware of her own ass, feeling the cheeks rubbing together, swaying left to right, she followed Sarah, wearing her own ultra tight green neon short but completely at ease.

The next hour was a gym session centered on her ass. They went in the back of the gym and did glute bridges, walking lunges and squats among other female gym members dressed in similar outfit. Some of them had yoga pants that looked painted on. It was normal. It became normal for Lucy. After 2 hours, they went back home without covering up. Lucy was so sore and tired she almost didn't notice she was walking in the street exposing her ass molded in the neon pink short.