I'm just a nerd, standing in front of a bench press, asking it not to humiliate me in front of my gym crush.

I've never walked into a gym on purpose in my life, and I'm not sure which part is more shocking-the massive beefcake who immediately challenges me to arm wrestle or the fact that I kind of want to come back.

I spent years of my life refusing to lift anything heavier than a textbook, and it shows. I never expected that coming to the gym and bulking up would give me more gender euphoria than all the T shots in the world.

The crush I'm developing on Butch, my golden retriever of a personal trainer, though? Yeah, I should have seen that one coming.

Butch is a guy's guy. Jockstraps, armpit licking, Sweat enthusiast... What could he possibly find exciting about a scrawny, bookish nerd like me?

I'm just going to try not to drool on him too much while he helps me get pumped. And I'm for sure not going to do anything stupid like fall in love with him...