As you're dragged out into the parking lot you start coming up with ways to get out of your sudden commitment. "Wait a sec, I don't have any gym clothes," you say. "I can't really go in just a t-shirt and jeans, it'd be odd."
"Not a problem!" she replies, bubbly as ever. "I have a spare set you can use."
"I also don't really go that often anyway," you try, "I'll just slow you down, you should probably go without me."
"Nonsense! You've got a lot of power in that little body of yours, you just need someone like me to motivate you."
By the time you reach her car you're down to your last and most tenuous excuse. "I'm worried that you'll intimidate me too much?" From your tone it's obvious that even you can tell this is bullshit.
Lynsey just laughs and says, "Get in shorty, you're coming with me." You sigh and comply, buckling your seat belt for safety. She hands you a wadded-up bundle which you disentangle as she drives. Inside you find a teal shirt cut to bare midriff, a pair of black baggy shorts and some athletic shoes at least three sizes too big for you. All you can think about is how uncomfortable this is going to be.
The ride over is uneventful while you listen to a punk band you hadn't really heard in a while, and when you stop Lynsey practically jumps out of the car. You're much less enthusiastic, doing your best to drag your feet while you mentally picture how ridiculous you're going to look. However Lynsey's not having it, and she grabs your arm to drag you along again.
Once you get past the check-in counter she lets you go and says, "All right, go get changed, I'll be waiting out here." You head into the locker room and start changing, afraid to look in the mirror as you do so. Surprisingly the clothes mostly fit, though they are a bit long, but the shoes may as well be clown shoes on you. At least the shirt covers your whole chest.
You head back out, oversized shoes flopping with each step, and walk over to Lynsey. She puts her phone back down to her side and says, "You look great! Now come on, let's go to the...
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