The next morning, you wake up, shower, brush your teeth, and head downstairs to breakfast.
Your classes fly by, you were always a very good student, and the classes seem like they will be enjoyable, and all the teachers are solid. As the end of the day approaches, you start to get butterflies in your stomach at the thought of the upcoming PE class. Then you think about it rationally. Out of all the PE classes that they have, what are the chances that you will have swimming? There's gymnastics, weight lifting, varieties of sports, track... lots of options.
Finally third to last period arrives. You head to the gymnasium, where you sit in the bleachers with lots of other students, waiting to hear what class you have for PE. A group of teachers stands in front of you, and one at a time, they call out names, and the students follow them to their respective classes. You don't hear your name called for any of these, and finally there are only three teachers left. The remaining male one calls all the remaining male students for swimming. You are down to two, gymnastics and swimming.
In your head, you play out the speech you will give to avoid wearing that thing. You're sick, no you're hydrophobic, no you're-
"Sarah Hawkers, swimming!"
Your name is called, and you join the girls heading over to the pool section of the gym. You see that all the others look worried as well. Your teacher comes over and explains that you will have swimming class with her for the rest of the year. She introduces herself as Ms. Garten, she's a young-looking, black haired lady who seems very fit. She goes over what you will learn, and then asks if there are any questions.
You are about to raise your hand, when another girl asks tentatively, "Are we required to wear the bathing suits that we received in our bags?"
Ms. Garten looks at her quizzically. "Yes, is there something wrong?"
The girl looks around nervously. "Well, it doesn't really... cover anything..."
"What?" asks the teacher. "What do you mean?"
"Well its just made out of string, it isn't even a bathing suit!"
Ms. Garten looks confused for a few seconds, then breaks into laughter.
"Oh, thats just the pranks those seniors always play. They make these things and give them to the swimming class just to worry you girls. Don't fret, you don't have to wear them... There is one problem though, we don't have too many extra swimsuits. Wait here, let me get the school-issue suits."
Ms. Garten heads to a door on the other side of the pool, walking around it. She opens the door, and re-appears a few moments later with two big shopping bags. She returns to the front of the class and pulls a plastic bag from one of the shopping bags.
"These are the school-issue suits," she says, opening the package. "We wanted the least water resistance, so these things are basically as skimpy as possible. It's just girls, so no need to worry. The only people who need to worry are the few of you who will have co-ed swimming after this. We usually try to split them up, but this year we have..." she checks her notebook, "We only have one girl who has co-ed swimming after this, so you guys don't need to worry about skimpy bathing suits. Anyways, we have these micro-bikinis in a few sizes. Take the first one you pick so there's no fighting. Remember, if you get one thats a bit small, don't worry. The strings are adjustable, its just the g-string for the bottom, and the piece of cloth that covers your crotch that will be too small, along with the pieces that cover your breasts. It's just us girls. Also, there's only one color. Some idiot in management, don't tell them I said that, chose white as the school color. Basically, that means that they'll be half see-through. Just don't even think about it, again, it's only girls here." |