A rush to the gift shop

A few cheers go up as the massive SplashDown building comes into view, sun gleaming off its giant, glass-dome roof. Once the busses cross the gargantuan parking lot, relatively barren for its size aside from what you guess must be employees’ cars, Ms. Pershing boards your bus, stands at the front and clears her throat.

“Alright, everyone, you have your room assignments,” she says, glancing at you out of the corner of your eye, “with one notable exception,” she mutters at the end. You shrink in your seat a bit as she continues, “We’ll be handing out keycards once we get inside, and once you’ve gotten your bags squared away, you’re free to begin enjoying the park.” As the rest of the bus buzzes with excitement, she sighs and leans over to speak to you directly. “We’ll have to work something out for your accommodations, Sam. In the mean time, we’ll provide a locker for you to keep your things in, so you can change into your suit and get into the water.”

“Yeah Sam,” Dana says, sidling past Ms. Pershing, “can’t wait to see your swimsuit .” The principal cocks an eyebrow at you as the other girls on the bus giggle.

“Thanks, Ms. Pershing,” you say sheepishly, “I just need a chance to stop by the gift shop first.” She frowns, and pinches the bridge of her nose, but just nods and makes her own way off of the bus, leaving you to file off with the rest of the girls. Chris nudges you in the side, pushing you into the aisle.

"We've only got three in our room," she says, "you could always stay with us!"

"As long as Ms. Pershing doesn't get her panties in a twist over it," Amy adds, grinning at you as she bumps you with her duffel bag, "Who knows what'll happen if we let a boy stay in our room, right?" Alexandria snorts, and you roll your eyes as you step down out of the vehicle, but you grin a little, too; at least the giggling from these three was friendlier than from the rest of the bus.

The lobby is homey enough, stylized like a massive, rustic lodge, if a rustic lodge had touch screens to sign in or order items from, climate-control AC, and a remarkably, overwhelmingly female staff going back and forth setting things up for your class's arrival. Ms. Pershing and the rest of the attending faculty are moving quickly too, back and forth from the front desk to hand out keys. Ms. Pershing points a member of the staff to you, a brunette woman who looks about her age, who jogs over to you with a key. You do your best not to stare; the T-shirt included in her uniform is way lower cut than you’d have expected, and she fills it out well. Your eyes drift around the edge of the Danger Zone, passing over a name tag reading ‘Gloria’.

“Hi there, hon!” she chirps, dangling the key on a finger, giving it a twirl before sliding it into your hand, “Your locker number is on the tag, just make sure to keep your wristband nice and tight while you’re on the rides.” You nod and thank her, and take off towards the park proper, a handy map on the wall pointing out a small shop right next to the lockers and change rooms.

Go figure, the clerk inside the shop is another attractive woman, maybe only a couple years older than you are, with short black hair, a bubble of gum bursting on her lips as you walk in the door. She cocks an eyebrow at you as you give an awkward little wave and look back through the shelves; only, you can’t seem to find what you came here for. There are swimsuits, alright, plenty of women’s suits, bikinis and one pieces of various styles and every size above a child’s, but the men’s selection was… scant. As a matter of fact, it looks like it hadn’t been restocked yet… and why would they have, if there wasn’t supposed to be any men in attendance? The only options, as near as you could tell, are a pair of swimming trunks that would have fit perfectly if you were about two or three sizes bigger…. and a tight, clingy Speedo that might be one size too small. You gulp, and hear the girl behind the register drumming her nails along the counter.