Gene was not a frequent gym visitor. In fact, she was actually a gy m virgin - until today. She tried to be good about keeping her emotions related to her recent dissipation in, but she couldn't take it much longer. She needed an outlet, and found one in a gym dummy.

Now, Gene was definitely no fighter. She hardly knew how to throw a punch, or deliver a solid kick. She'd seen videos on the interwebs of boxers, so she figured she'd try to imitate them. It worked, sort of.

Until her hands started to break down into wisps again.

"JACKING HELL!" Frustration pierced her wall echoing screech, while her leg tried to make contact with the dummy. Her bum made contact with the floor.

She began to bawl.

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