At the same time, Valerie’s life was taking a step into a new direction. The balding man with huge arms, who went by the name of Ron, was actually spending a lot of time watching her work out. He was a software engineer in his thirties, with a pronounced muscle and superhero fetish. Valerie was the first woman he’d met at the gym who had brought an authentic size obsession with her. This excited him to no end. Her aggressive demeanour did the rest. He fell hopelessly in love with her.
However, he still took a few days to actually approach her. At last, he felt ready: he walked over as he was just finished with his curls and said:
“Hi there. I’ve seen you work out around here for weeks now. Great progress!”
She nodded and continued doing her leg extensions. Ron continued:
“Say, my name’s Ron. Since we’ve been training side by side for so long now, I wanted to ask you if you would like to go out and have a drink with me this evening. How about it?”
She continued her set. Another weirdo. Look at his arms. Those definitely look crazy. Let’s hope he wasn’t one of these synthol sickos. Still, he was talking like one of the muscle worshipping freaks on the net. Going out with him would yield an excellent report. Besides, she hadn’t gone out with someone for years. Never, actually. It dawned to her that this project might eventually allow her to experience all the things she had until now firmly refused. So she answered:
“Okay. Pick me up at the gym at 8pm.”
“Fine!” He smiled, redoubling his efforts at lifting.
When she was done, she went to the showers and then home. As she was walking, she slowly realised that she had no idea on how to accomplish this. She had seen a few movies, but the solitude at school and at the university might have taught her self-reliance, but certainly nothing about fashion. She decided to swallow her pride and ask Raffaela.

She found her watching TV while riding on her exercise bike.
“Raffaela?”
“Yes?”
“I need your help.”
Raffaela switched off the TV’s sound and asked:
“You what?”
“I need your help.”
“For real? Alright. What for?”
“Well, I got a date tonight.”
“Good for you. Mine have faded a little lately. So what?”
“As a matter of fact, it’s my first. So I need your help doing this right.”
“Your first? Really? Man, that’s awkward. I guess you need help styling, isn’t it?”
“Exactly. Will you help me?”
Raffaela wasn’t one to shirk from a challenge.
“Okay. I’ll see what I can do.”
A couple of minutes later, Raffaela was at work: She examined Valerie’s hair, shook her hair and said:
“Do you ever comb your hair? It’s all tangled up. I don’t know if I can salvage it. Let’s see…”
“Ack! Stop it! You’re scalping me. Help!”
“Shit! This is completely messed up. Didn’t your mom teach you to take care of your hair?”
“I’d be happy if you left my parents out of this situation.”
“Sorry. It’s just that there’s not much I can do. You’re basically in dreadlock territory here. You’ve got grade A felt on your head. The only chance I see is to cut it short.”
“What? No, don’t do it!”
“Listen. Do you want to look good tonight? Yes? Then trust me. Let’s see. You haven’t been to a hairdresser in years, have you?”
Valerie mumbled:
“Actually, I always cut it down myself when it got too long.”
Raffaela sighed in disbelief.
“Okay. I’ll get the scissors. You’re getting a crop.”
After a few minutes, the worst was over. Raffaela finished the last details, then used Valerie’s little curls to style it into a pixie style.
“I’ll go for cute so your insecurity comes out as nice.”
Next, make-up. After the treatment, Valerie’s looks had definitely improved. Mascara made her eyes look larger, her lips had gained a seductive hue. Overall, her looks had become more elegant, but also youthful and a little excited.
When she saw herself in Raffaela’s big mirror, she barely recognised herself.
“Wow. You’re great.” She switched her posture, taking in her new-found styling. She grimaced a little, flexing her neck muscles into a mess of tendons. Raffaela interrupted her:
“You rather shouldn’t do this. It looks quite intimidating. I don’t think we want that. However, we still need appropriate dress. Do you have any idea where he’ll take you?”
“No. Why?”
Raffaela buried her face in her hand. How had this creature survived this long?
“Okay. Do you own a little black dress?”
“No. Should I?”
Her helper screamed in despair.
“You are making this much more difficult than necessary. But okay, I’ll see what I can do. Shave your legs, then go to your room and get your best underwear, I’ll check my wardrobe for something useful.”
Thirty-five minutes later, Valerie was back. She had shaved without much skill, but with great enthusiasm. She was wearing an ill-fitting sports bra which was way too large for her now-reduced breasts, while at the same time too tight for her back. Her knickers were white and simple, but somehow worked. Raffaela asked:
“What’s with the bra?”
“It’s an old one.”
“I can see that. It’s not fitting. Do you have anything that fits? Hey, are you even trying?”
“I’m sorry. I’ve been going braless for the last month. It’s not like I need it anymore.”
She removed her bra. Raffaela examined her bloated pectorals and the saggy remains of her tits.
“Not much left, huh? I think we can drop the bra. Try this on. It was new fifteen years ago, but it’s the only thing I have that can fit a body like yours.”
Valerie put on the clinging garment. It was a kind of combined dress and tights.
“What’s that?”
“It’s a tight dress. Fits you like a glove. It should work as a little black dress for you.”
She helped her partner to close the dress in her neck.
“This should do it. The tan colour actually contrasts nicely with your skin. I’ll get you a handbag!”

When Ron finally rang at five to eight, Valerie was exploding with nervousness. They had spent an hour finding appropriate shoes, the whole situation cumulating in a short cab trip to one of Raffaela’s friends who stared in disbelief as two muscle-bound women tried her shoes on before disappearing with two pairs, promising to return them eventually.
Ron was outside, wearing a dinner jacket and handing her a bouquet as she blushed like a debutante. As Raffaela watched them go, she smiled inwardly. Valerie’s cryptic information on Ron had proven correct. A thirty-something computer engineer with big arms and no girlfriend: Classic style. This guy was a panicky romantic at best. She would have loved to peep on them, just to see them collapse in front of each other out of absolute fear.

Ron took her to a fancy restaurant. Conversation was lukewarm at first. He told her about his firm, admired her devotion and told a few geeky jokes which Valerie actually found funny. She told him about her studies, but was careful not to reveal anything substantial. After the restaurant, they drove to a nightclub. There, Valerie was distressed. Even though he eventually managed to drag her on the dance-floor, her movements were awkward at best. Besides, the looks they were attracting felt uncomfortable for her. After an hour or so, she told him:
“Let’s go somewhere else.” Thinking about her research, she added: “How about your place?”
His cock instantly responded. Gasping, he answered:
“Okay. I’ll just drink up.”
He got to the bar, ordered two tequilas, downed them and carefully drove home with her.
They arrived around half past ten. He opened the car door for her, helped her out and brought her to his flat. Inside, she sat on his couch and waited. He made them drinks, then sat beside her.
“Nice flat.”
“Thank you. How’s the drink?”
“Pretty strong, but I’ll manage.” She looked him straight in the face and said: “Admit it. You want to touch my muscles.”
Surprised by her straightforwardness, he nodded abruptly.
“I do.”
“Then go ahead. Touch them.”
She flexed her left arm. A rock solid biceps popped up. The muscle’s division showed. He moved forward, putting his fingers on her arm. He caressed them, squeezed them, gently following the arm’s light striations. Remembering her role, Valerie said:
“Do you like this?”
“Yes!”
“Then kiss them.”
His hard-on was now struggling against his trousers. In total lust, he ripped open his shirt, gasping for air. He kissed and licked her arm, smiling blissfully as his tongue caressed her powerful forearms. Valerie was enjoying the show. Being admired is one thing, being worshipped is another. She kicked off her shoes and said:
“Try my back. You may loosen the strap.”
“Of course! Thank you.”
She instantly felt his powerful hands knead her shoulders before he opened the dresses’ back. She hit a double biceps pose, showing off her shoulders’ definition. As he progressed further down, she said:
“I will now take off my dress. You may sit on the floor in front of me. My legs will be yours. They could stand a decent licking.”
He instantly scrambled to the floor. Valerie felt odd as she revealed her upper body to this man. It was just a job, but it hardly felt right. Meanwhile, Ron was salivating with anticipation. She saw a moment of hesitation and doubt when her shrunken breasts came into view. He recovered when he saw her rock-hard abs. Once her legs were free, he proceeded to caress them and lick them with devotion. He gasped:
“Flex for me! Please!”
She nodded with benevolence and did so. Her thighs exploded into several well-defined trunks of muscle. He fingered with his fly, desperate to free his dick. Surprised, she stopped. He continued fidgeting, but eventually ceased.
“What’s going on?”, he asked.
“Sorry. I’m just a little… confused.”
“Was I going too fast? Do you want something else?”
“No, no, I’m sorry. I just hadn’t thought it out. Go ahead…”
By now, it was clear that the show was over for now. He still smiled, got the bottle with the remaining alcohol, poured himself a glass and offered it to her. Then he said:
“You’re uncomfortable with me, aren’t you? Girls usually are. They don’t expect a big guy like me to be such a weakling. All this licking and sucking stuff creeps them out. Sorry.”
She motioned him to sit down and put her arm around his large shoulders.
“I don’t mind the licking. It’s just that I’m still not too comfortable about sex.”
“What? Why?”
“I’m just not ready right now.” She thought about it for a second. “However, I wouldn’t mind if you jerked off.”
His face brightened with hope.
“You wouldn’t?”
“No. After all, I owe you for the nice evening. What do you want me to do?”
“Can I ask you for something kinky?”
“Kinkier than licking my legs?”
“Good point.” He hesitated, then said: “As a matter of fact, it is kinkier. I’m into super-heroines.”
“Okay. Where do I come in?”
“Well, I’ve been dreaming about this for years. If I happened upon an open-minded muscle girl, I might get her to wear a special costume for me.”
Inside herself, Valerie was despairing of the human race. What the fuck? She said:
“Do you have it here? I can put it on for you.”
His eyes went wide and he ran into another room. When he returned, he had a cardboard box with him. Opening it, he revealed a clinging latex and lycra catsuit with a matching domino mask. The suit was black and yellow, including nicely matched details, meant to enhance its wearer’s features. She grinned and said:
“I’ll do it. Be back in a moment.”
He returned to the room he had taken it from. Valerie climbed into the suit. It was actually quite difficult to put it on correctly. After a lot of pulling and twitching, she was in. She put on the mask. Examining herself in a close-by mirror, she nodded. It fit her perfectly. Her muscles stretched the material tightly, giving her the strange feeling of being hugged all over. The only thing that was missing were the breasts. The suit was clearly to spacious up top. She called him and said:
“Don’t come in now. I need a little something up-top. Do you have any idea?”
“Oh my god! Go into the kitchen. You’ll find some balloons in the top drawer, right by the birthday candles.”
She tiptoed over, found them and wondered at first. Then, she filled two of them with warm water, tied them shut and stuffed them down her suit. Arranging the half-litres of water, she eventually managed to approximate a pair of very pneumatic breasts.
When she got back out, Ron was exploding with lust. Watching her made him shoot his load almost instantly. She was a little shocked by his reaction. Ron stared at her in wild abandon, his face stuck in an expression of total devotion. His features radiated absolute bliss.

When he was done, she smiled at him and left. She put the costume back and called a cab. She arrived home past midnight, stumbling drunkenly through the flat before blissfully falling asleep on her bed. Research was advancing nicely.