They are not exactly swimsuits.

"Well, this researcher had consulted a chemist friend of hers and concluded that the optimal swimwear is one that respected the natural shape of the body. So they developed a sort of special paint to cover parts of the body which would improve performances once applied." She explained.

"Sure, I'll paint whatever you want if it helps. But how are the swimsuits?" asked K-T.

"You don't understand. The paint is the swimsuit. The uniform is a special kind of hydrophobic body paint. This is why you need to be absolutely hairless from the waist down."

"You can't mean that. The uniform is just a coat of paint? This is insane. I can't train and compete in just that."

"That's why no one applied for the team for as long as the experiment ran. On the other hand you were a good third faster from the point you were naked on your tryout. I don't advise you to join, but if you want to it will be your only choice of uniform." She told him.

"I told you, I don't have a choice. I guess I'll sign up for it. At least I'll be somewhat covered."

"Good, Lucy, Jennifer, come help K-T get ready. I'll go fetch his uniform." She shouted, pointing at the hair on his crotch. K-T wanted to say he could do it himself, but he hadn't ever shaved anything but his face. He just wished she had called anyone but those two.

Quickly the two girls arrived with wide grins and grabbing an arm each to stop him from covering his crotch they dragged him in the last place he wanted to find himself naked: the girl's locker room.