"You ready to hit the gym?"
Naomi's green eyes smile at you from beneath her dark fringe, or at least you think they do—it's difficult to tell with the dense curtain of hair obscuring her features. She's dressed in her usual baggy style, a dark grey hoodie several sizes too large and a pair of loose-fitting trackpants that bunch around her ankles, a gym bag slung over her shoulder. You're always struck by the strange contrast in her outfit and attitude; for the short time you've known her, she's come off as bubbly and enthusiastic, yet she always dresses in thick, loose clothes that hide her body. You have to admit, part of the reason you accepted her invitation to work out together was curiosity about what she was hiding beneath that hoodie.
"Sure." You nod, letting her brush past you and lead the way inside.
You're surprised when, rather than heading to a changing room, Naomi simply grabs the hem of her hoodie and begins pulling it up then and there, but you're even more surprised when you see what's underneath. Far from the skinny or chubby body you imagined, you find yourself gaping at a set of perfectly sculpted abs, transfixed by the sight. Your gaze travels up her muscular, athletic form, taking in the definition of her abdomen, her broad shoulders and swollen biceps, and her breasts barely contained within a tight black sports bra. She's even sporting a tribal tattoo down one arm.
"You okay?" Naomi asks, brushing her hair back out of her face with her fingers, that same enthusiastic tone taking on a more assertive timbre in your mind now to match her new look. She raises what you can now see is a pierced eyebrow inquisitively, before grinning as she figures out the reason behind your shocked expression.
"Oh, right, not quite what you were expecting, huh?" She asks, flexing as if to punctuate her words, her lips parted in an amused smirk. "Guys tend be a little put off, you know? I got in the habit of covering up."
"C'mon, let's warm up." she laughs,