No time, you have to get into the water.

Punishing Casey for putting you in a sexy version of the team's unitard has to wait, because your instructor tells you to get into the pool and do laps. Just the first strokes remind you why your memories of being a girl hated swimming so much. Your D-cup tits totally get into the way. You also swallow chlorined water, and with your twisted tongue, that is no fun. Ugh.

You quickly steer to the pool's edge and spit out. Ugh again.

Now wish carefully. You cannot, like, turn yourself into a mermaid on accident. You have no doubt: The wishing power that gave you the tock would totally turn you into a mermaid if you're not precise about it. Or maybe not a mermaid, but any swimming animal.

You look at your team, swimming ahead of you. Only Ashley lags behind about as much as you - she's totally the second-worst swimmer around. On the other side of the pool, you also notice a few students in the water who are not part of your freshmen team.

"I wish that Ashley and myself are the best human swimmers currently in this pool... and that nobody else is affected by this wish." You add the second part last-minute, shortly panicking about everybody else turning into sharks and ripping you two apart.

Your wish goes through just seconds later, and you feel a surge of physical power. Together with yet another change in your personal history, albeit a rather minor one: 'Girl-you' did not hate swimming this time. You even were champion in your highschool swim classes. Heck yeah, that feels good. You grin at Mr. Hemmill, your swimming instructor, who looks towards you with a frown. He is again distant enough that you are able to see that he's a bearded blond guy in a black swimsuit, instead of the steel-blue color your bubble assigns to him.

"Sorry coach, gulped some water." you shout, before he gets to yell at you. And now... back to swimming. Of course, you're far behind everybody else, but you feel powerful now. Your swimming strokes are more efficient now, and you are more gliding through the water, not struggling. On the second lap, you overtake your first teammate, and then one after the other.

You finish in second place, behind Ashley who underwent the same zero-2-hero transformation. Casey, after having been blocked by two guys directly in front of her, takes number 8 out of 22, but to your surprise she seems cool with that, congratulating and high-fiving the two of you. Practically all the guys are checking your trio out now, and you realize that each of you were the fastest women; the next runner-up is the olive-colored latina doll who came in as number 10.

Coach Hemmill is similarly impressed, but also chides the whole course for being way too competitive during what was just the warm-up. And then he launches into explaining technique improvements that you hadn't heard of in highschool at all.

You glance at Ashley and are amazed again. She has ripped off her bathing cap just as she got out of the water, and oodles of wet orange hair are curling down from her shoulders. What attracts you even more are the defined girl abs that are on proud display thanks to these suit designs. She is still a lean girl and not a hulky amazon, but she clearly has gained a more muscular physique. Even her pretty face is now a bit more angular and hardened. You are so going to make out with her this night. You press your lips together, trying to hide your growing erection.

And furtively feeling up your bare legs and your stomach, you also notice your own abs. So that is how your wish to be a great swimmer was granted - you not only gained better techniques, but also physical strength.