Chapter 3 - Wii Fit Trainer Twinning, Slob

Lisa stared pensively at the cardboard box before her. Seated on her couch, fingers steepled over her lips, her eyes bear down upon the sharp scrawling of sharpie emblazoned upon the side, leaping across the gaps formed by creases in the material. The black ink formed a message that, to most, would seem innocuous and ignorable - but to Lisa, set her mind ablaze with musing. The words were simple, but confounding, reading only: 
 
               Wii Fit+U
 
               Lisa fancied herself a collector. First and foremost a collector of more… Traditional videogames - classics, popular titles, or just games she had a vested interest in. However, she relegated a specific portion of her collection to more… Arcane artifacts of the industry. Odd ports, controversial releases, or… Anomalies. 
 
               Such was the case with… Wii Fit+U. Spring was among the more fruitful times of year, as far as her searches went - due in no small part to the advent of tag sales. If she had a day off, she’d drive around - searching for tables set up on lawns; littered with baubles, trinkets, souvenirs, the occasional outgrown car seat… And, on occasion, games. More often than not, Lisa found herself flipping through jewel cases filled with sports games of bygone years… But every so often she’d find a hidden gem; or at least something at a considerable markdown from the online marketplace. 
 
               Lisa’s search today led her on a winding path; far out of her typical range of neighborhoods. The sight of a sign staked into the ground caught her eye - advertising a tag sale, with an address underneath. Even with the convenience of GPS, signs such as these served as guideposts - leading her to the final destination of the sale itself. Even before she approached, she could tell something about it was… Strange.
 
               The house itself was seated on a hill far above the base of the lawn; and the driveway, leading its way up to the garage, was empty. Its lights were dark and its windows drawn - something she would have easily excused if the homeowner was attending to the tables they’d set up, but…
 
               They weren’t. 
 
               Nobody seemed to be supervising the wares they had out for sale - in what Lisa could only presume to be a show of trust. Cardboard boxes neatly lined the pop-out tables sitting just beside the sidewalk; each one bearing some label. Most were open or unlidded - all except the one that eventually drew her eye. The one she had come to own. 
 
               Wii Fit+U
 
               Lisa had almost missed the little ‘+U’ when she first laid eyes upon it - drawn to how it was closed up, unlike the rest. When she saw the little descriptor in its entirety, it stoked her curiosity further. What could it be, she wondered? She recalled Wii Fit Plus for the original Wii, and there was a Wii U release at some point - did whoever owned it just mistake one for the other, or did they accidently mark both? 
 
               With her curiosity nagging at her, Lisa began to unfurl the cardboard flaps; each one laid upon another. The first discovery she made was that of the scent - carried on the cool spring breeze. The contents of the box smelt… Stale; enough to make her wrinkle her nose. Reaching down into the box, the first thing her hand brushed against was soft and pliable - grasping it, she pulled up the corner of a white rubber mat - its surface textured with small, fine dots. 
 
               Pulling it out further, the mat itself was bigger than she anticipated - nearly four feet across, and disproportionately heavy. It seemed to be folded from the outside in - gathering over a firm; more solid portion in the center, with a base of hard plastic. 
 
               Buried beneath it was a white plastic case - the likes of which she recognized, even lacking cover art, as belonging to a Wii game. Folding up the mat again, she opened the case - but the disc inside wasn’t at all what she was expecting. Its surface was silvery, and there was a bit of matte black material embossed upon it - one ring around the disk, and a little Wii emblem set beneath the central hole. In sharpie - like the box it sat within - it was marked Wii Fit+U. 
 
               The strangeness of the box; of its contents, and of the sale offering it, swirled around Lisa’s thoughts. But, even as odd as it was…
 
               It was also being sold for ten dollars. 
 
               Ten dollars for something that could either be junk, or some sort of lost prototype? If not official, then a quirky homebrew project? Lisa couldn’t argue with that. With nobody to collect the money, she planted a ten dollar bill on the table; pinning it under a copy of Donkey Kong Country she found in one of the other boxes. 
 
               When she returned home - she immediately set to work preparing to experiment with her ‘prize’ - setting up her Wii U, clearing some space in front of her TV - and changing into something more appropriate for the game… If it was anything like she was expecting. If they wanted her to do yoga or something, jeans wouldn’t quite help - but she did have a few pairs of sweatpants that’d give her the flexibility she needed. 
 
               When her preparations were complete… All that was left to open the box again.
 
               Wii Fit+U
 
               The scrawling on the box still concerned her. As enticing as the prospect of something… Unique was, she couldn’t ignore that this might be for naught. If not that - then something that might damage her system. Her face scrunched up as she reached for the box - spreading its flaps once more, and inviting that lingering, stale scent into her apartment. 
 
               She laid out the mat in front of her TV, smoothing out the rubber - which seemed to quickly rid itself of any creases, even without her input. With that set, she popped the game out of the case, and slid it into her system - which accepted it mercifully without issue. 
 
               As she stood before her TV, she caught a reflection of herself on the black screen. Her hair - a shade of sandy blonde much closer to brown - hung just past her chin; straight and neat. A few freckles dotted her olive-toned skin - and beyond the light grey sweatpants she’d changed into, she wore a grey hoodie over a simple green t-shirt. Beneath her concealing clothing, she knew she wasn’t the very portrait of fitness - a little on the lanky side; and frankly, she had no intention to change that. Hell - the only reason she owned a legit copy of Wii Fit was for her collection; it wasn’t like she’d ever played it. 
 
               Even if this panned out into something - she didn’t intend to play it very long. 
 
               With that, she turns on her system and her TV - grasping the controller in her hand expectantly.
 
               The disk’s title screen didn’t seem promising - after the disk was read, it manifested as a white panel on the pad’s menu - but, unfazed, Lisa hit it. Rather than fading to black - the screen faded away into an expanse of white. The system chittered a couple times as it read the disk - before finally presenting her with a title screen. Almost ominously, the game’s title seemed to surface from the blank white screen - Wii Fit+U.
 
               Lisa tilted her head as she heard something come  through the speakers - a soft, rhythmic noise. It grew louder - closer - and eventually, its source was revealed. Walking in from the left side of the screen was a female trainer - the likes of which she recalled from the original games… And more fondly from their inclusion in Smash Bros. The trainer looked fairly similar from what Lisa could recall from those games - black hair, white skin, black sweatpants and a blue tank top bearing her navel. 
 
The amount of detail on the model was… Somewhat surprising. Lisa looked at the trainer’s face, and found it to a fairly plain, stoic facade. Her eyes bore no pupils, and her lips were settled into the slightest of smiles. However, looking downward, Lisa could see a lot of definition on her stomach - highlighting her navel and abs. Even lower - there was a surprising amount of detail on her feet; more than Lisa would expect from this system… Or this game. After all - the trainers were supposed to be… Examples for the players to follow - they didn’t really need to have a lot of fine detail. 
 
The trainer strode, barefoot, into the center of the screen, then turned to face Lisa. “Good afternoon, and welcome to Wii Fit, plus you.” The trainer’s voice rang out firmly - her tone strong and assuring, just as Lisa would expect. “Please take your position on the practice mat, and we will begin.”
 
Giving a quick thrum of curiosity, Lisa moved over to the mat - her own bare feet stepping carefully onto the rubber surface; testing to see where the firmer parts would be. When she discovers them, she eases herself down onto her knees; settling herself in the middle of it. She wasn’t sure whether she still needed her controller - or if the mat worked like a DDR mat or something. 
 
On the screen, the title seemed to rise upward until it was out of frame - leaving only the trainer occupying the screen. “Excellent.” she chimes, giving a thumbs-up. A few panels manifest along the side of the screen - quickly populating with a few numbers. “Please get comfortable while the vitality sensor gathers some information about you.” Lisa isn’t surprised to see her weight and BMI appear - but she balks when she sees her height pop up, followed by a heart rate monitor and BPM. Even more confoundingly… The final panel populates with a small gauge - reading Compatibility Rating, settling at 46%.
The trainer looks over at the gauges, then nods - her expression hasn’t changed since Lisa started up the game. “Good job. Now, I’ll try.” Lines seem to define themselves on the floor around the trainer - cutting across the white expanse of nothingness until she’s standing on a mat, herself. Her readings populate automatically - the numbers appearing in blue text instead of black. As Lisa expected, the trainer’s numbers are all in… Well, what she’d assume to be prototypical ‘healthy’ ranges. Gesturing to her readings, the trainer continues. “This is my body. Every body is different, and everyone has different goals for theirs. Would you like to set your goals, or would you like to get into a warmup?”
 
No prompt appears on the screen - but Lisa hits B anyway, unsure of how the game will react.
 
“Excellent. For now, my body will be your goal. You can change this in the settings, later on.” The panels the trainer’s statistics were stored in seem to pan across the screen - bumping into Lisa’s and merging with them. The trainer’s numbers melt away - but Lisa’s seem to adopt a faint blue tone - seeming to be a gradient between black and the blue coloration she’d seen before. “Now, why don’t we start with some routine stretching?” The trainer kneels on the ground; mimicking Lisa’s position, then extending her legs forward. “Follow my movements. Extend your hands and join the tips of your fingers,” she begins - adopting the pose and leaning forward. “then stretch until you touch the tips of your toes. Hold for ten seconds, then return to your resting position.”
 
Easy enough - Lisa stretches out her legs - her toes squirming a little. She leans forward, touching her big toes with the tips of her fingers… And, leaning so close to the mat, she catches wind of the stale scent again. It seems steeped into the mat, and… Admittedly, she regrets not washing it off first. It didn’t feel sticky or look dirty, but the smell… 
 
Looking up at the screen, she sees the trainer’s soles presented directly toward her. In another odd choice of detail, she could see a lot of definition on the trainer’s soles - the image, combined with the scent, made Lisa’s nose wrinkle. When she sat back up, the trainer gave her a chime of “Good job. Now, again. Let’s try for twenty seconds.” Lisa winced and followed, continuing the routine. After she concludes it again, the trainer coos “Great work.” Lisa arches her back a little; and admittedly, she already felt a little looser than before. Being given a little bit of praise, even for something so simple, made her feel a little better. 
 
“Why don’t we move onto a quick breathing exercise?” the trainer muses. “Proper respiration is important for a good workout.” She returns to her kneeling position, and cradles her hands along her sides. “Follow my movements. Take a slow, deep breath in. Inhale for four seconds, hold it for seven seconds, and exhale for eight seconds. Ready?”
 
Lisa nods - and immediately feels stupid for doing so. It wasn’t like the trainer actually needed a reply. Regardless, the alabaster-skinned woman on the screen continues.
 
“Inhale.” she urges Lisa, and she does - in doing so, catching some of the scent. Her face sours - but what surprises her is the trainer’s next order. “Savor the breath. Hold it, and enjoy it.” What she she mean? Lisa kept her breath held, mulling it over; aware of the stale stink in her lungs… “Exhale.” Lisa complies, letting the air rush out - and leaving her a little lightheaded. “Now, again. Inhale.” She complies - once more met by the scent. “Hold. Savor.” Lisa’s eyes shut as she does it, counting the seconds- “Exhale.” but the trainer guides her, regardless of her count. She breathes out - but feels like she’s losing something. “Inhale.” Again, Lisa complies - and is greeted by the scent again. Perhaps it isn’t so bothersome - but just… Something she’s getting used to. “Hold.” Lisa smiles; and without being asked, enjoys the scent.. “Exhale.” Lisa obeys; a placid smile on her face.
 
When she opens her eyes again, she looks over to the numbers. Oddly - the compatibility rating seems to have risen; all the way up to 48%. She wasn’t sure what it meant-
 
“Great work.” the trainer chimes, bringing Lisa’s attention back to her. “Now, why don’t we continue our stretches? Stretching is a crucial part of a proper routine.” Lisa nodded - yeah, that sounded right. “Stand up, and follow my motions.” The trainer stands, and raises her arms overhead - exposing the oddly-defined surfaces of her underarms. Lisa shakily stands - mimicking her pose. “Now, slowly bend to the left. Hold your position for five seconds, then return to recenter. Ready?”
 
Lisa nodded. 
 


 
Lisa huffed as she sat on the pad; a bead of sweat rolling off of her forehead and onto the mat below. Though she’d begun to tire, she’s reenergized by the trainer’s eager chime of “Excellent job.” She’d been through five routines of stretches already - and her muscles were limber, sure, but also a little tired. The workout was a lot more… Involved than she anticipated too - so she’d stripped off her hoodie, casing it off of the mat. 
 
However, she did make  one addition at the trainer’s behest. “Long hair can get in your eyes, or stick to your neck during an intensive workout, creating discomfort and distractions. Make sure to properly secure your hair before working out.” Lisa took those words to heart - watching the trainer remove the scrunchie binding her hair into a ponytail, and reapplying it.
 
Having grown so used to mimicking the trainer’s movements, Lisa did the same - she had a green scrunchie in the pocket of her hoodie… But, she really couldn’t remember putting it there. Her hair wasn’t too much longer than the trainer’s after all; so even if she didn’t have a mirror on-hand, she imagined her ponytail looked similar, and… There was something she found nice about that.
 
Lisa watched the trainer kneel down on the screen, and Lisa eagerly followed, taking a deep breath and wiping some more sweat off of her brow. She felt gross - after she was done with her workout, she’d have to hit the showers. Or… Well, she really wasn’t in this for a workout, was she? A bit of sobriety dawned upon her-
 
“You’re doing wonderfully.” 
 
Then, the trainer seized her attention again. 
 
“It looks like you’re working up quite a sweat! That’s a very good thing. Sweat is the sign of a good workout.” Was it? Lisa looked down to her shirt, noticing damp spots beneath the arms and upon her chest. Beyond this - it seemed to be tighter against her body; riding up especially around her stomach. If that was a good thing - then yeah, she was doing great, wasn’t she? 
 
She takes a deep breath - as the trainer had guided her to do when she was feeling tired. The scent in the air wasn’t stale anymore - but it hadn’t gotten much better. It was perfumed with her sweat - but, as she inhales, Lisa isn’t bothered. After all - proper breathing exercises helped her, and sweat was apparently a good thing. If the trainer’s words weren’t enough, her stats seemed to testify to her good work too - her height was a perfect shade of blue; and her weight and BMI were slowly lightening. Her compatibility rating was at 75% too - and that had to be good.
 
She wasn’t the only one working up a sweat, either - she could see similar stains on the trainer’s tank top; and a defined gloss of sweat across her skin, making her unblemished skin look shiny. 
 
“Why don’t we try some pushups?” the trainer muses energetically - and Lisa can’t help but agree. With the white-skinned woman turning away, Lisa one more finds herself staring at her bare soles - perched on the simulated mat upon the screen. Lisa doesn’t hesitate to lean forward, placing her palms on the mat and preparing herself; looking straight ahead at the trainer.
 
Admittedly, she hasn’t really looked away in quite a while - after all, she did  have to follow her movements. Lisa had been looking at the trainer, the screen around her, or the mat beneath herself for as long as she could immediately recall, but… She wasn’t quite bothered. 
 
“Now, ease yourself down. Keep your arms straight, and hold your position for three seconds before rising back up.” Lisa complies, watching the trainer lower herself… And then watching her rise back up. Lisa can’t help but admire her posture - her figure… She supposed it was appropriate that they picked her as the model for the game. Lisa had never been particularly envious of more athletic women, but…She supposed it was appropriate that the trainer’s body was her goal. 
 
“Down, again.” 
 
Lisa went down, looking down at the  mat before her - another bead of sweat dripped down from her face - but this one seemed… Odd. It looked oddly dark; when it impacted the white mat, it seemed pinkish - but quickly faded away; becoming clear. 
 
“Up, again.” 
 
Lisa went back up - looking up at the trainer; who seemed larger on the screen. Closer? It wasn’t like Lisa was complaining - it made her easier to watch; and Lisa was eager to observe. 
 
“Down.”
 
Lisa went downward; her nose brushing against the sweaty-scented mat. A lock of hair intrudes into her field of vision - its color… Darker than she anticipated. It wasn’t just dark - it was desaturated; a shade of greyish-black lacking any and all vibrancy.
 
“Up.” 
 
Lisa rose up and winced - feeling her shirt strain against her body. The faint pain was enough for her to cast her gaze away from the trainer, who seemed even closer now, and toward her arm. At first, she was surprised to see the skin of her shoulder exposed - the fabric of her t-shirt having rolled up, or… Disappeared; leaving it sleeveless. However, examining her exposed arm offered a more surreal discovery. 
 
Its tone was… Different. Rather than the olive tone she was used to seeing, it was a light shade of cream. Try as she might, she couldn’t make out any freckles upon it either - the tone was smooth and even, and… 
 
Strong? 
 
“Down.”
 
Lisa moved down, her eyes still on her arm. As she moved, she could see… Muscles flexing upon her pale limb - a sight that brought a faint smile to her face. It looked good - it looked right. She was working out, after all - it made sense that she would be… Fit. 
 
“Up.”
 
Lisa moved back up - and turned her attention to the trainer - who seemed to be less than a foot away from her. Lisa’s mouth opened in surprise - but nothing came out. Distantly, she was aware that the trainer shouldn’t be so close - or even on the same level as her. Wasn’tLisa supposed to be watching her on… Something…? Her eyes momentarily part from the trainer, panning to the side - catching a glimpse of a black border, having stretched far and wide around her… Before her eyes settle on something much more important.
 
“Down.”
 
Lisa lowers herself with her eyes peeled on her statistics. Her compatibility rating was over 90% now - and almost all of her other statistics had settled on the proper shade of blue - identical or damned close to the trainer herself.
 
“You’re doing great!” the trainer chimes; and Lisa shudders - rocked by a wave of satisfaction from the adulation. “Don’t lose motivation now - the finish line is in sight! Now, up.”
 
Lisa rises up, and looks over the trainer - who isn’t just close, now. Lisa finds herself hovering over the trainer’s palid body - sharing the same space as the woman. All around them, Lisa could see an unending canvas of white - interrupted only by the hovering statistics, and the black border… Which seems to be shrinking away behind her. Lisa takes a deep breath - and even in the open area, she catches the humid and heavy stench of sweat rising off of the alabaster-skinned woman beneath her. Looking directly below herself - she finds herself positioned just above the trainer’s perched feet. 
 
Lisa’s eyes grow half-lidded as she drinks in the scent; hardly aware of the sweat pouring off of her - beads of cream-toned liquid rolling down her body; not even reaching the ground before they disappear into the aether. She can feel excitement welling up within her - but, her BPM stays in what she recognizes as a healthy range; something that she feels will never change. She can’t deviate from her goals, now that she’s reached them - that would be unhealthy. She can’t be unhealthy - she was made to be fit. 
“Down.” the trainer utters in an oddly sugary tone.
 
The fit woman lowers herself in time with the trainer - and when she reaches the ground, she finds her face coming to rest against the trainer’s feet. She can feel the slick sensation of sweat upon the pale soles; and her nose ends up wedged between both of them. The scent about them is absolutely radiant - potent enough to burn at her nostrils; cloud her mind… And as a warm sensation rolls across her flesh, the contact seems to leech away the last of the color upon her face, and reaching down to the rest of her body.
 
The trainer doesn’t order her up for a while - letting her steep in the scent of her feet… All until the two of them hear an affirmatory chime; bringing the trainer’s attention to the fit woman’s statistics. 
 
“Up.” she orders - and a pallid, placid face rises up from between her feet. “Return to resting position.” 
 
The two women move in unison, returning to a crouched position, facing each-other. Their unblemished, porcelain-toned skin was covered in a glaze of sweat; and their matching outfits bore deep stains upon them. Well - there was one exception between their attire. The fit woman’s clothes were still settling into their new form - her sweatpants had finally settled into the proper shade of grey, and bore a green band around the waist - matching her new tank top. The biggest difference was that it was blank - something the trainer knew wouldn’t last long.
 
“Congratulations! You’ve met every one of your goals!” she cheers, motioning to the compatibility rating; finally having reached 100%. “How do you feel?”
 
The fit woman thinks for a moment - as if processing something… Before she speaks. “I feel wonderful.” she replies - in the same confident, affirming voice of the trainer before her. 
 
“Excellent. But, remember, reaching your goals is only the first step to fitness.”
 
The fit woman finishes her sentence. “You have to continue to work out to maintain your figure.”
 
“Perfect.” the trainer stands up, and the other woman follows. “Why don’t you lead us during this exercise?”
 
The fit woman freezes for a moment - caught off-guard. Her white, pupiless eyes shut for a moment, but when they reopen, she nods. “I will. Let’s try some yoga. We’ll start with sun salutation.”
 
The trainer smiles placidly as she raises her arms, in time with the other woman - as the words Wii Fit etch themselves onto her tank top, she recognizes her as another trainer. Her momentary purpose fulfilled, she begins a workout with this new trainer - glad to have company to share this plane with. 
 
Especially someone as fit as her.