The shower calmed her down and she went back to her room.  She had already picked out what to wear from storage so it wasn’t hard to get dressed.

Must have accidentally grabbed one of my older bras.

The cups pressed into her breasts uncomfortably.  She looked closer.  It was actually one of her regular bras.

Wow, I am filling out more than I thought.  This blouse is pretty tight on me too.

She added bra shopping to her mental checklist and unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse.  The extra cleavage was sure to get some attention along with the tone legs under her skirt.  She had to admit she looked gorgeous.

Might as well make a great first impression.  You only get one, after all.

Downstairs she saw Eric on the couch waiting to leave for school.  Being a teen girl, Rachel knew the power her body had over men, especially perpetually horny teen boys.  She expected him to start drooling or at least do a double take.  But he just glanced up and said “you girls always take too long to get ready.  Let’s go”.  She almost said something back then decided against it.  She knew he was just teasing her.  Somehow he always knew how to push her buttons.

Why did she let him get to her?  It’s not like she was interested in him (well besides the little peek in his bedroom that morning).  He was a cute guy but could be a jerk sometimes.  School was a few blocks away; within walking distance.  They met Eric’s friend, Tommy a few houses down.

Tommy did a double take upon being introduced to Rachel.  That was the reaction she was expecting.  He was practically drooling over her.  She pretended not to notice when he looked over at Eric and mouthed “wow”.  But Eric just rolled his eyes.

“Wow”.  That was basically the same reaction Rachel got all day at school.  She certainly made an impression.  Perhaps she was hotter than she realized.  It kept her in a good mood which was the perfect frame of mind for swim tryouts.

The Thornwood High School swim team had a prestigious past including many state championships and even an Olympian.  But lack of state funding had caused it to fall on hard times.  Fortunately, an anonymous benefactor recently stepped in and started pouring money back into the program in an effort to see it return to its former glory.  That’s where she had heard the rumors about new uniforms.

After school, Rachel practically ran to the pool.  Now it was her turn to drool.  The aquatic center was in an older part of the school but had just been renovated.  It had a genuine Olympic size pool with competition grade timing.  No more stop watches.  Every race at this pool would automatically qualify as an officially timed record.  There were bleachers for 1500 people and a state of the art training area.  Other students trickled in and headed for the bleachers, but Rachel took her time.  She had some time to kill while waiting for her mother to arrive and sign the release form so she studied the training equipment.  She recognized some of it, like the endless pool and the warm-down hot tub.  But there were other machines that she had no idea what they were or how they worked.  And there were so many wires and monitors.  This really was state of the art!

Now she was really getting excited…but where was mom?  She couldn’t wait much longer.  An assistant coach was walking around checking applications and verifying paperwork.  The head coach stepped up on the award platform to make an announcement.

“Attention swimmers.  Welcome to the Thornwood High School varsity swim tryout.  My name is Ron Lutheford, but you can just call me ‘Coach Ron’.  While this is my first year at Thornwood, I am well aware of the legacy of excellence associated with this organization.  And while recent years have not reflected that excellence, I was brought in to change the culture around here and that is exactly what I intend to do.  I came from a championship club in Europe and I know what it takes to win.  Therefore, I expect all of you to have 100% commitment, should you make the team.  If you are not willing to do so, I would suggest you leave now.

This will be a strictly competitive tryout.  You may compete in any of the races.  We will judge the fastest swimmers in each stroke category to determine who will make up the team.  Team captains will be determined by seniority.

This will also be a closed tryout, so no outside observers are allowed.  Please be sure you have turned in the signed release form before we begin.  Otherwise you will not be allowed to compete for a spot on the team.

As you can see there have been many facility upgrades in the past year.  I plan on making Thornwood competitive on a national level…”

Did he say national?  This is AWESOME!

Rachel started daydreaming for a moment about being on a national championship swim team, but the word “uniforms” snapped her back.

“…uniforms in order to compete.  While we are judging you, we will also be judging these experimental uniforms which we have brought in from around the world before we settle on a specific style.  We have randomly distributed different uniforms in boxes in the locker rooms.  After you shower, please pick a box.  Today you will be competing in that uniform, NO EXCEPTIONS.  Thank you and good luck.”

There was a buzz in the air as the students talked about the new uniforms.  Rachel almost floated to the locker room.  New uniforms…nationally competitive…unbelievable!  She walked in and saw the boxes stacked up on the other side of the shower area.  If she hurried, maybe she could peek at a couple of styles and pick her favorite.  She grabbed a towel to cover up on the way to the shower then took off her shoes and socks and threw them into a locker along with her backpack.  Then she peeled her blouse off and hung it on a hook in the locker.  Her straining breasts were finally freed when she unlatched her bra and hung it up.  Then her skirt hit the floor almost immediately followed by her panties.  She quickly folded her skirt with her panties on top, slammed her locker closed, grabbed her towel, and bounced all the way to the showers; then it hit her.

“Shit”

The release form.

Her mom, Kathy was supposed to stop by 30 minutes ago.  Now Rachel had to get dressed and run back out and get Kathy to sign it.

“shit, shit, shit,” she thought all the way back to her locker, “Mom, of all the days to be late…“

She grabbed the latch of the locker, and it didn’t budge.  It was locked.  come on.  This can’t be happening.  She looked around for help and saw the head coach bent over the desk in his office.  A male coach’s office stationed in the girls locker room?  They must really do things differently in Europe.

“Coach Ron” she called him over “I need help”.

Coach Ron’s previous job was an assistant at a Swiss aquatic club.  Through coincidence, some incredibly gifted swimmers began training there and eventually led the Swiss national team to back-to-back silver medals at the World Championships.  Suddenly, Coach Ron was considered a hot commodity in the competitive swimming world.  He was contacted by some High School in the southern United States to be their head swim coach.  They threw a lot of money at him and gave him full control over how his department was run.  He soon found out the crazier his ideas, the more genius he appeared.  So he ordered a bunch of rejected uniform designs from his buddy at a swim supply company and moved his office into the girls’ locker room.  Of course, the women in Switzerland would never let him get away with something like that, but it looked like nobody here wanted to tell him it wasn’t ok.

So now here he was, trying to act like it was totally normal that a bunch of teenage girls were getting naked and about to jump in the shower behind him.  That took a lot of self control.  The only way he figured he could make it through this was to just look busy and wait until they got dressed.  Besides, if he got them comfortable with this setup on the first day, he had a whole season to watch them.  If any of the girls had concerns, they were too intimidated to voice them.

His plan was working until one of the girls started calling him over.  Fortunately, she had a towel on.  But he could tell that under the towel she was a looker.  He had no choice so he stood up and walked over trying to look authoritative.

“What’s your name and what’s going on?”

“Um…My name is Rachel”.  She fidgeted with her towel, not quite comfortable with the situation, but too scared to protest.  “My locker is stuck”.

Coach Ron was impressed.  She was a knockout.  He would be rooting for this one to make the team.  He looked at the locker which had obviously locked.  “I’ll go get the master key.  But until we pass out the combinations you should not be closing the locker doors.  Do you understand?”

“Yes.  Th..thank you…sir, coach”, Rachel was intimidated.  She had just made a bad impression with the head coach.  She wrapped the towel tighter and sat down.

Today of all days, why did mom have to be running late?  And why am I being so modest around Coach Ron?  After all, he’s going to be my coach.  The other girls seem OK with it.

Peer pressure is a powerful thing when you are a teenager.  It will even affect your modesty.

Coach Ron avoided glancing toward the shower room on the way to his office.  It was now full of naked, chattering girls.  He grabbed the master key and tried to look perturbed as he unlocked Rachel’s locker.

She thanked him as he headed back to his office and shut the door.  What a day.  Now he just had to pretend like he cared about the tryout then he could go home and get some physical release himself.

Rachel redressed in her school clothes as the other girls were finishing their shower.  She couldn’t bring herself to look over at the girls opening their new uniforms but she could hear squeals and loud chatter.  She was just putting on her last shoe when her mom rushed in the door.

“Mom, where the hell have you been?  I’m almost late for tryouts?”

“Sorry honey, the mortgage company screwed up our paperwork.  It looks like you will be staying with Eric’s family for a few more days.”

“Mom, I don’t care what happened, just sign this.”

“Well don’t you want me to read it first?”

“I’ll get you a copy to read later, just sign it.”

“OK, honey” her mom started signing and glanced over to see Rachel throw her skirt in a corner on a pile of girls’ clothes.  “Don’t you want to put that in a locker, Rach?  It’s going to get wrinkled and dirty.”

Argh!

“Mom, I can’t put them in the locker.  It’s a long story”.  She continued to undress.  A thought struck her.  “Hey mom.  I need another outfit for school tomorrow.  Could you take these clothes to storage and drop off my backpack and another outfit at Eric’s house?”

“Are you sure, Honey?  Do you trust me to pick something out for you?  Besides, what will you wear home?”

“I’m going to make the team so I’ll just wear my new uniform!  I was going to tan in it this afternoon anyway and I already have a nightgown.”  By now Rachel was naked again and clearly impatient to get going.

“OK, honey.  Good Luck, you’ll do great.”  Kathy gathered up Rachel’s clothes and backpack and slipped out the door.

Rachel turned the water on and was about the step under a shower when she remembered the release form.  She ran back to where her clothes had been and picked the paper off the bench.  She got to Coach Ron’s office door and paused.  She didn’t have a towel on this time.  She was completely naked.

Come on girl.  Don’t be scared.  You should be proud of your body.  Besides, he’s a professional.  It would be like seeing a doctor.

Time was running out but she couldn’t bring herself to knock on the door.  Finally, she just slipped the paper under his door and ran back to the shower.  The world’s quickest shower later, Rachel was standing in front of the five remaining uniform boxes.

She grabbed the closest one and opened it.  The color drained from her face. 

He can’t expect me to wear this!…TO BE CONTINUED