Rachel took one look at the “uniform” and closed the box.  That can’t be right.  Just grab another one.  She picked up a second box and it contained the same thing.  The third box contained a men’s speedo; clearly a mixup.  She turned to the fourth box, took a deep breath and opened… It was empty.  The fifth one, a normal looking suit, was about 4 sizes too big.  Rachel was in a daze, but the buzzer sound from the pool broke her out of it.

She had just missed the start of the first race.  She turned back to the first box and studied the contents.  There was a pair of neon orange silicone gloves with some sort of webbing between the fingers.  They had clips at the wrist.  There was a bright orange swim cap with flaps, one on each side.  There was also a clear silicone band about 2 feet around with a hardened 1 inch loop on it.  Lastly, there was a simple paper diagram of the different parts of the uniform.

The clear band was labeled “belt”.

This is ridiculous.  Why wear a belt when you have nothing on to hold up?

A cheer erupted from the pool.  The first race must have been an exciting one.  Spurred into action, she began dressing anyway.  The belt fit snug on her waist but wasn’t uncomfortable.  The loop protruded from her lower back just above her butt crack.  She was shaking so much that it took several attempts to get the swim cap on.  She was so nervous about missing the tryout she couldn’t even stop to think about how embarrassing this would look out there.

She pulled on the gloves.  They were stiff.  She could wiggle her fingers but do little else.  They had clearly been designed for swimming and only swimming.  With her uniform assembled, she headed for the exit toward the pool.  As she approached the door, she passed a full length mirror and froze.  She couldn’t believe the person looking back at her.

Her eyes went straight to her nipples.  The nubs were hard and bright pink.  Her body started to remind her that she still hadn’t completed the ‘bate session from that morning.  Absentmindedly, her eyes closed and her hand came up to pinch her right nipple.  They just loved being pinched.  But the gloves wouldn’t let her.  She could only press the palm of the glove against her breast and put pressure on it.

Frustrated, she reopened her eyes to the horrifying reflection in the mirror.  The gloves looked so alien.  She wore nothing from the belt to the floor.  It was as if the suit was designed to accentuate her private areas.  That was the last straw.  There was no way she could go out there with her body exposed like this.

Maybe Coach Ron will give me an exemption

As the second race buzzer sounded, she turned and walked back through the locker room toward Coach Ron’s office.

Should I cover up with a towel again?  What does it matter?  He has to see my body sometime.  That way he will see that this suit is not appropriate.

She gathered her courage to address Coach Ron, but as she approached his office, she heard raised voices coming from behind the closed door.

“…no way my Emma is going to participate in this circus.  And you can forget about me signing this form.”

Coach Ron had been under fire the last several minutes.  He knew when he took this job that he might have to deal with some overprotective parents.  Now some of his stunts were ruffling feathers.  On the bright side, if these parents withdrew their kids from the team he wouldn’t have to deal with them all season long.  He tried to maintain an air of arrogance in his response.

“Ma’am, I understand that your daughter was a captain last year.  But let me assure you, we are not going to change our proven methods on the suggestion of an outside observer.  I have already offered your daughter a private tryout, but that is as far as I am willing to go.  If you are not satisfied, I assure you we have plenty of capable applicants whose parents have already signed the form and are willing to take her place on the team.”

Rachel shrunk back and waited.

“Well, I am going to take this up with the Principal!  He will listen to me.”

Coach Ron smiled.  He had the upper hand. “Principal Robinson has already given me full control over the decisions of this department.  You will get no different response from him.  Now if you will excuse me, I have to get back to the tryouts.  Good day.”

The door opened and a lady with a red face stomped out and to the exit mumbling something about disrespect.

That was the fourth parent Coach Ron had dealt with today.  He had already agreed to two private tryouts and was in a combative mood.

He took a moment to calm himself then started for the exit.

Rachel’s mouth was dry and her heart was pounding.  At first she couldn’t speak.  How could she draw attention to herself in this state of dress?  She started to cover up with the gloves, but changed her mind.  It was pointless anyway.  Coach Ron was at the exit.  It was now or never for her.

“C…C…Coach Ron” she called as her stomach went into her throat.  A blush started at her face and worked down her body…TO BE CONTINUED.