The realization only struck her after she stepped out of the shower and dried off on the way back to her locker.

My clothes!

Of course, the locker was empty.  She had sent her clothes home with her mom and planned to wear her new suit home.  Panicked, Rachel looked around.  Maybe she could borrow something from another girl to wear home.

Most of the girls were already dressed in their school clothes.  Some were still in the showers.  The rest were wearing their tryout uniforms.  A group was standing around Coach Ron outside his office talking all at once.  She sat down on the bench, not even bothering to pull her towel tight around her.  She had expended so much energy today; physically, mentally, and emotionally. She was too spent to concentrate on the situation, so she just sat there and stared into space.

Coach Ron was being flooded with questions.  Most of the girls wanted to know if they made the team.  Others were asking if could wear their uniforms home.  He had to get control of the situation.  He stood on a bench to address the locker room.  But before he started, he surveyed the room.  It was a man’s ultimate dream; bunches of nubile teen girls in various states of undress.

Some were clearly nervous about him being in there but none wanted to be the one to stand out by saying it wasn’t appropriate.  The peer pressure was so strong that these girls would rather expose their naked bodies to a man they didn’t know than risk being ostracized by their peers.  He had to take a moment and appreciate the view.  Then he noticed Rachel sitting on a bench alone. Her beautiful mounds spilling out of the loose towel.  Her nipples peeking out the top.  He flashed back to her standing, presenting herself to him earlier.  The image was burned into his memory along with the sensation of patting her firm bottom.  He filed it away for his own pleasure later that evening.

He made a mental note to buy his buddy a beer then addressed the room.

“I would like to remind everyone that we will not be releasing the names of those who made the team right now.  You should go home.  You will know soon enough when we contact you.”

Coach Ron had one more crazy bomb to drop, but wasn’t quite ready to reveal it so he continued, “…as for the uniforms, it is too soon to make a decision on which model we will adopt officially. In the mean time take care of them as if they were yours to keep.  Feel free to wear them home.  Remember, these uniforms are made from state of the art materials.  Take extra care when washing them tonight.  Cleaning instructions are located in the boxes.  You will receive further instructions regarding them later tonight.  Thank You.”

Cleaning instructions?!

Rachel was incredulous.

What is there to clean!  What instructions could there possibly be for something like this besides ‘don’t forget to wash your skin’?

Her emotional roller-coaster started back up and several feelings flooded back into her.  Anger over how she had managed to get herself into this situation.  Relief over the good tryout performance.  And underneath it all was the nagging sexual tension.  She looked down at her still rock-hard nipples and groaned in defeat.

Just then, Ellie walked up and sat next to her.  Surprisingly, she was still dressed in her uniform too.

“Congratulations again.  I’m sure you made the team.” Ellie seemed kind of star struck.

Perhaps Rachel had an admirer.  Maybe that was why Ellie was still wearing the uniform.  She wanted to be like Rachel.

“Thanks” was all she could manage.

After a few awkward seconds, Ellie spoke up again.

“So, do you live close by?”

Rachel winced as another realization struck her.  She hadn’t even thought about having to walk back to Eric’s house.  This ordeal just kept getting worse.  She nodded and pointed in the direction of his house.

“I live that way too!” Ellie beamed.  “Maybe we can walk home together.”  Then she looked down.  “I…I would feel more comfortable in this suit if you were walking with me.”

Rachel felt honored.  Ellie really did look up to her.  Her heart grew with warmth.  How could she say no to that?  Rachel pushed aside her gloom and looked around.  She saw several girls leaving the locker room in their revealing suits.  Some were sort of trying to cover up, but others just walked out like it was no big deal.  Rachel tried to rally her nerve to go outside.

Maybe it isn’t that big of deal.  It is a real uniform.  There will be a bunch of other girls walking around.  And Ellie will be in the same suit.  If you can make it to Eric’s house you can probably sneak in and get some real clothes on before he even notices.

She had strayed far from her sense of modesty in the last hour.  So far that the idea of walking around outside essentially naked didn’t seem that outrageous anymore.  It took a few more moments of fighting the sense of dread.  Then she stood up and with an affirmative nod, she started for the exit with Ellie trailing right behind.

With each step toward the door, the dread fought back.  She had made up her mind to go through with it, but her body was resisting furiously.  She passed another full length mirror and almost changed her mind.  She couldn’t imagine anything more embarrassing than being outside in this state of dress.  But she couldn’t let Ellie down, and she could see no alternative anyway.

They stepped into the hall and headed for the school exit along with the other girls.  She was actually standing in the hall of her High School with all her private parts exposed to the world.

Come on, girl.  This isn’t so bad.  Just keep going.

Her body responded with a mixture of fear and arousal.  It was trying anything to get control over her will.

Just a few more steps then you’ll be outside.

She shuttered, unable to see how that would be any better.  She looked back to see if Ellie was still there.  She hadn’t noticed that Ellie had picked up her backpack on the way out the door and was now wearing it.  The straps did a pretty good job of covering her breasts and the pack hung low enough in back to conceal her behind.  She casually crossed one gloved hand over her crotch.  She was actually not that exposed.  Rachel silently cursed her decision to send the backpack (and her clothes for that matter) with her mother.  Now she had no such covering.

There was no more time to turn back.  They had come to the exit.  She was now leaving the relative safety of Thornwood High School, and she was still completely naked…TO BE CONTINUED