Lupe found herself increasingly bored by the chatter of her fellow cleaning-ladies that she met for coffee after work on the weekends. Maybe she should try getting a beer with the (male) janitors instead. . .
Janet and her husband Charles by silent, mutual agreement abandoned their usual Saturday night romantic date followed by sex. Neither had ever felt less attracted to the other.
Andrea decided to drop her cardio class in favor of more time in the weight room.
Hermione was packing her bag for a night at the clubs. She hesitated when she got to her strap-on. Do I really need this thing now? she asked herself. She tossed it back in the drawer. Nah!
Becky put the last box away in her closet. She had always vowed to finish packing up her old stuff and putting it away, but every weekend she was too tired from hauling the chest monsters around. Not this time! Afterwards she stood naked in front of the mirror. Not only were her breasts shrinking, but so were her butt and hips. It was almost as if. . . but that was impossible.
With trepidation, Sandra entered the gay bar. Nobody seemed to mind.