Getting home

Alan woke up first. He got out of bed and went to the bathroom and tried to grab something that wasn't there. The lightbulb went off, and he sat down. He did his business, and washed his hands. Grabbing the pants from the drying rack, he put them on before leaving the bathroom.
He went back to his bed and sat down by the phone, seeing it was about 9am. He picked it up and saw that Susan text that he was taking Scott to school and looked forward to seeing "her" later, with a winky face. Looks like she had a little time. He had the urge to go to the gym, so he put on his exercise shorts and his workout shirt. He could barely fit the roomcard in a pocket, but had to carry his phone. He went into the gym and started on the treadmill. Every minute he would raise the incline and the speed, until he topped them both out. It was actually really invigorating and he was enjoying himself, except for his breast flying all around. He was going at a good clip for about minutes, when he decided to allow for a cool down. After some hydration, he got out a floormat and started to do some exercises he'd seen Susan do. He then moved onto the weights

Alan finished his workout feeling great. He checked his phone, and saw he was there for almost 90 minutes. He went back to the room and saw that Sam was still out. He figure he had a minute, so he hopped into the shower. He was thinking about how great the workout was, and he was looking forward to another one tomorrow. When he got his body back, he'd have to work out with Susan. Alan's mind started to wander about what kind of workouts. Some cardio and weight lifting, They could even spot eachother.
He pictured them lifting weights, using the barbells in the basement. Susan was in one of her tight workout outfits. The basement gym had become a full gym in this fantasy. Susan was grabbing the weights and doing tricep extensions. When she was done, Alan came up behind her to massage her sore muscles. Alan felt the shower massage his shoulders, like his husband did in his fantasy. Alan's husband started to massage his back and pushed him down on the bench, to rip off his workout shorts. Alan imagined being taken by her husband.

Then he realized that he was picturing himself as Susan getting fucked doggystyle by a muscular version of himself. He needed to get out of this body. He turned off the water and opened the shower, seeing Sam looking at herself in the mirror

"Hey Susan, almost ready to go?"
"Sure, let me dry off."
"I'm just about packed. Thanks for a great day. I really needed it." said Sam as she finished getting her makeup done.
Alan dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist. He went out to the hotel room and got on his comfy clothing and put everything else in the bag.
Sam came out of the bathroom and put away the last thing or two.
"Ok, sister, let's hit the road."
On the way home, they stopped by a dinner, where Sam got an omelette, and Alan got a salad with chicken. They made it home by early afternoon. Sam gave Alan a long hug and said thanks again before going into her house.
Alan put his bag in their room and made a beeline for the kitchen junk drawer