Well, they're not that bad.

You immediately find out that the swimsuits are one-piece unitards that include short legs but no arms. All of them have white racing stripes on the sides and the white number 528-2 on back and front. And naturally, the front means your bust. Because there is a huge diamond cutout to show off your belly. Yep. Naturally. The same design on all... seven suits. Which sexist pig designed them? You glance at the comfy sweater, the only piece of clothing in your possession to cover your belly button. You feel somewhat bad about it.

"Have you fallen asleep again?" Casey raps on your door. "Coming!" you gasp and slip into the pink unitard as fast as possiple. It is a skintight fit but also very sturdy and smooshes your D-cup breasts to the torso. Designed by a sexist and sadist pig.

But there is no time. You run out. Casey awaits you in a purple suit of the exact same design, including white racing strips on her side. She looks breathtaking, with her wild purple hair reaching halfway down her spine. Then she hides the strands under a purple bathing cap.

"Quick!" she urges you and fast-walks into the adjacent shower. "No full shower, just get wet." You nod, and after getting wet, you exit back to the swimming pool. Ashley, wearing her wet blonde hair openly, is awaiting you in a light-green swimsuit. Same design again, and it flatters her C-cups just fine. As you step closer, her hair turns into her usual orange, as does the swimsuit.

Wow, her big nipples are faintly visible. She notices your stare and winks at you. You look down and see the distinct dents in your own unitard. Damn. You swallow and try not to get aroused. Again, no time. Casey already takes the lead to the pool, Ashley on her left side and you hurry to march on the right side, like Casey's good winggirl.

You approach a group of students, all of them wearing similar green unitards. The coach, clad in a black swimsuit of the same design but without cutouts looks up from his clipboard. "Team 528". He growls with disapproval. "Don't make this a habit."

"No, coach." Casey answers readily, but gives you a stern look so that everyone knows whom she blames for being late. Okay, so you're at fault now? Well, it's even true. This whole deal with new realities is really distracting after all. Everything is shockingly new to you.

Like, just the fact that now you're suddenly not only studying wildly different majors, but are also part of the swim-team? Your old boy self was not a bad swimmer... Your not-really-that-old girl persona that you share a lot of memories with, hated swimming with a passion. And now? You glance around, undecided. Around you are twenty-something people in the team swimsuits, all of you freshmen, it seems.

Everyone in the training group wears the same swim-unitards, which slowly change into the personalized colors inside your bubble. Coach Hemmill has a form-fitting steel-blue one that matches his short steel-blue hair and beard. You check the other freshies... yellow, olive, three in various greens with one even resembling the real color, two in much different shades of pink from your own, one in red, two greys, four light blues and one dark navy blue... one sparkling white, one dark orange and two in a brown shade. It's interesting how these colors complement their wearers, sometimes fitting them greatly, but at other times standing in weird contrast to the rest of the person. On campus, you have seen a lot of people with darker color-schemes, but this group here is pretty vibrant.

On another note, you have thoroughly checked this out now: Ashley, Casey and you are the only ones with navel cutouts in their swimsuits. All other unitards are hiding the bellies. You suddenly have the suspicion that the evil sexist pig responsible for your current outfit sits right next to you, closely listening to the instructions.