"Jason is observing the people in the lamaze class"
Shit. Was this app garbage, or was it doing it on purpose? Jason was irritated and scratched the top of his nose. He didn’t even want to see those pregnant women. He’d rather assist to the karate class again. He could certainly move along, too, but he felt somehow drawn to this fitness room. Changing lamaze back to karate was too risky : he wasn’t a fan of babies, but he still didn’t want a pregnant woman to risk a hit to the stomach. Why were the only other options coming to his mind rather violent? Judo, wrestling, kick-boxing. It is only when a little girl walked by with her dad that the obvious presented itself. "Dadda, what are they doing? Is this yoga ?" "Erhm", the father started answering, but by the time he continued, Jason had already submitted this suggestion.
"Yes, sweetie, it is yoga."
The couples were now in a relaxing downward dog position. The chubby instructor hadn’t changed much, and she seemed to speak softly as the attendees dropped their hips and raised their heads in a cobra pose. The soon-to-be mothers were still clearly pregnant and adjusted their stances to allow for a bit of comfort. The instructor walked to a blond woman to help her with her balance. Jason thought she was now wearing a different outfit, but couldn’t swear as he had paid more attention to the man beside her. The one with the chiseled jaw and the tight shorts. They seemed to be a bit tighter, or shorter, Jason thought, before realizing that the man was simply more athletic, which benefited his ass greatly. The other men’s assets also seemed positively altered by what Jason assumed was an overall healthier lifestyle. A black man in the back now seemed to be wearing a much looser tanktop.
A new idea made its way to Jason’s brain, as he generated a few new sentences. Finally, one was suited for his intent. "This yoga class is adressed to young couples." Too bad it was overpriced to change two words at a time, thought Jason, without skipping a beat. His new sentence read "This yoga class is adressed to young twunks."
Now a few feet away from Jason, the little girl chimed again, and her father only agreed in a grunt. "It looks really warm in there. Why?"
Fifteen men now stood in the fitness studio, and what a sight it was. The instructor looked like a younger brother of his former self. His athletic shirt almost seemed painted on him, where his beer gut had let room for an eloquent 6-pack, and to Jason’s happiness his mutton chops were now as thick, but much neater, with a curly-tipped hipster mustache. Where the blond woman stood a moment ago was now standing a fit man with wavy violet hair in the warrior pose. He dropped his t-shirt next to him after drying his glistening chest.
If Jason was right, the originally sole girl of the group was now a second red head, although his hair was strikingly more orange than the instructor’s. He was now taller and seemed leaner than his bulkier partner, with whom he kept exchanging romantic glances. That is, when he wasn’t staring at mister tight shorts. Now Jason knew they were different, as their cut and colour – now a bright blue with pink stripes – changed; and it was obviously a reasoned choice to attract the eye of any onlooker. Even as he inspired and expired in the tree pose, his glutes seemed to be screaming for help, suffocating in these garments.
The tanktop that Jason noticed was now a neon green stringer with a deep neckline showing off hairy pecs. As the class was dismissed, the black guy went to chat up with Sir arms-day everyday. In fact, all men there seemed to know each other rather well. Well enough, that is, not to scurry away at the end of the class, but to stay and help putting away stuff while -Jason guessed, as he couldn’t hear them- joking around. They all seemed rather friendly towards each other, and sometimes maybe a bit flirty.
Jason realized he didn't really pay attention at how long he stayed on the bench onlooking into the studio.