As the hour during gym class went by, you, and Ivy's team continued to bat at the volleyball with your hands, sending the ball to opposite sides of the net, while staying on her side. You couldn't tell though, but due to the exercise you were doing, you were beginning to feel different, as if you were wanting to be more athletic.
Once the hour ended, some of the girls went to put of the ball, and net, while you sit back on the bleachers, and look at yourself. You know had a six-pack as you look down at your chest, and find Ivy coming towards you. "Good job on your first school hour, rookie," Ivy says. "I don't know what your name is, but I want to get to know you better. Meet me at the lunch room when it's time. The 3rd table on the left, is where I'll be sitting. See ya." Ivy walked out of class, just as you decided to do the same.