I see what makes my uniform 'special'

I realize that something is wrong as I try to sort my uniform accessories, surreptiously comparing it with the other girls'. There seems to be no color-coordinated sportbra and briefs with mine. I realize I'm the only one left in the lockerroom. I better get dressed. The other uniforms had already been collected for donation. The sweater and skirt look two sizes smaller than my old ones. I tug the ribbed knit over my head, it's a struggle just to swaddle my coneshaped titties in the croptop. Not only is my flat belly exposed, but my ribcage up to my solar plexus. Maybe it's more like three to four times smaller. I zip the skirt into place. God! It barely covered my ass standing straight. The new design had slits in the pleats, ordinarily showing more leg, now showing more hip. All that was left was a matching powder blue scrap of lycra. I fumble with it. It's a thong bottom!

"Julia! Get a move on!" Coach yelled in.

Damn that Sally! I'll show her she won't keep me off the team. I tug into the skimpy garment and run out to the crowd.