Picking out a suit

All of the men's suits on display are speedos, which would not normally be my first choice of swimwear, but Coach had said that speedos were required so I picked a gray one that I liked. Remembering what Coach had said about getting it fitted I approached the counter, which seemed to have the only staff member in the store behind it, a curvy blonde woman who appeared to be in her late twenties.

"Excuse me, I am looking to get this suit fitted for swim class at school"

"Oh, you must be George, the new boy from St. Jane's. Ginna warned me that she was sending someone over." I wished that she wasn't talking quite to loudly. "I'm sorry, I can't do fittings today. My co-worker called out sick, so I can't go to the back room. Someone needs to be keeping watch over the store at all times to prevent theft."

"Please there has to be something you can do!" I beg in a whisper, "Coach said that if I don't get a properly fitted suit I'm going to have to do the lesson naked in front of the entire class"

"Naked in front of all the girls in your class!" the woman was practically shouting, "I guess if you really need it today I could do the fitting right here"

"Thank you so much!" I cry out. "What do you need to do?"

"First off" she replies, "I'm going to need to get an idea of the shape. You're going to have to lose the shorts. The T-shirt too, that'll just get in the way"

I look around the shop and see the three other shoppers, all girls around my age, have completely stopped browsing the store and are simply watching me. I really don't want to strip down to my underwear in front of them, but the alternative was going fully nude for gym class tomorrow.