There was a new rule requiring the team to practice and compete totally nude!

Out by the pool, the whole swim team sat on a bench waiting for their coach to arrive. They talked amongst themselves, at least until Jenny decided it was time to leave the locker room. Lora, a tall, skinny blonde was the first one to notice the naked girl as she strode forth proudly into the open wearing nothing but a smile. Lora couldn't even muster the words, sufficing instead to drop her conversation immediately and go slack jawed and silent, and in a matter of seconds she wasn't alone. The stunned silence didn't last however, as it soon gave way to uproarious laughter and cat calls. "Uhm... Jenny, did you forget something!?" "Yeah girl, it's early, but it ain't THAT early!" "Oh my god she's naked!!!" "Woah! What happened to her tits!?"

Looking concerned again, Terry jumped up off the bench and ran towards Jenny trying to wrap a towel around her in order to hide her nudity. "Jenny! What's gotten into you!?" she asked as her friend smiled and gently pushed her aside. Terry could do little else but watch her friend's bare backside as she sauntered over to the bench and sat her bare buns down on the wooden bench, taking her place among her teammates, casual as can be. Seeing no other course of action, Terry simply took her own place back on the bench and sat silently as her fellow swimmers peppered her friend with questions, all of which she refused to answer with anything other than a curt "you'll see!"

Suddenly, a loud and authoritative voice rang out "All right girls, settled down!" Into the room walked Ms. Rosy Temis, the team's coach. 34 years old, stunningly beautiful and sporting curly brown hair and an athletic body all wrapped up in a blue track suit and baseball cap with the team name (The Dolphins) on the front. As she marched towards the girls, a woman on a mission, she paused to look them over curiously for a moment. "Jenny?" She queried, "Did somebody tell you the news already?"

"Uhm... yeah, I guess so!" Jenny answered enthusiastically. Her coach's words were confirmation that her wish had gone through, and she was getting giddy with anticipation. "Well, I don't see how, seeing as how I just found out now myself, but anyway, I don't suppose there's any reason to beat around the bush here. Girls, I just got finished speaking to the Principal, and apparently, the school board has made a decision about the swim team. It seems there was some kind of government study done that says that skinny dipping is healthier than swimming with a suit on, so they're actually entertaining the notion of banning swimsuits of any kind from high school competitive swimming."

Jenny smiled as the bench came alive with whispers of nervousness and disbelief. The school board couldn't really be thinking of banning swimsuits could they? What else would they wear? NOTHING!? "I'm not finished!" the coach said, quieting everyone down with the tone of her voice. "The school board, in their infinite wisdom, has decided to use our school as a pilot program for the new policy. I'm not any happier about this than any of you are, but, unfortunately, it looks like we're going to be the first all-nude high school swim team in America!"

This time, there were no whispers. Loudly, the girls began to share their outrage and disbelief. Surely this had to be some kind of joke! There was no way the school board could actually be forcing them to compete in the nude! They'd complain to the principal! They'd write the school board! They'd write their congressman! They'd call their parents! Amidst this cacophony of confusion, Ms. Temis let out a shrieking call on her whistle and brought the girls back to silence. She spoke again. "Like I said, I don't like this anymore than you do, but this is coming down from the highest authorities. If we want to compete, we have to do it totally nude! Now, I realize that that might be too much to ask of some of you, and if that's the case, you're free to go, but I hope that your loyalty to the team and your competitive spirit will outweigh your personal modesty. I know I've tried to teach you that way anyhow. So those of you who don't think you can do it, leave now. Everybody else, I want to see those suits off those glutes, and a bunch of girls lined up and looking like a swim team!"

The girls began exchanging nervous glances before a few got up to walk away, Terry among them. As Terry began to leave, tears welling up in her eyes, Jenny reached out and grabbed her hand, looking up at her with pleading eyes. "Terry, no! You love swimming, and you're GREAT at it! Don't go!"

Sniffling, Terry replied. "Oh, Jenny... you know how sensitive I am about my body... I get embarrassed enough wearing this skimpy little thing! The thought of having to swim naked in front of the whole school... I just... I can't do it, I'm sorry! Whoever came up with this idea is a jerk!" Tearing her hand away from Jenny's, Terry began to head back to the locker room with the other quitters to change. A spear of guilt stabbed Jenny right in the guts. She was so concerned with fulfilling her own fantasies and rationalizing her permanent nudity to the rest of the world that she hadn't stopped to think how her wish might effect her friend's. Never the less, she had come this far, and the thought of the whole team competing nude in front of god and everyone was too delicious to pass up. She couldn't help herself, and she wanted Terry to be a part of it. Feeling a twinge of regret, she muttered a fresh wish under her breath. In an instant, Terry and the other quitters had a change of heart, deciding to stay on the team despite the prospect of mortifying embarrassment that lay ahead. With the whole team assembled on the bench and apparently on board, the coach looked the group over and began issuing orders. "Good. I'm glad to see that nobody chickened out! Now come on, lets get those suits off and piled up next to the bench. Jen, since your so gung ho about this whole thing, why don't you gather the suits up and throw them in the trash. You guy's won't be needing them anymore."

Jenny watched as the rest of the team peeled themselves out of their suits and dropped them to the floor. It was interesting to see how the girls reactions varied. Some of them behaved no differently than they did when stripping off in the locker room. Jenny wondered if that attitude would persist when the bleachers were filled with spectators though! Others were clearly nervous and embarrassed, one of whom, was of course, Terry. The poor girl's hands were constantly busy trying to cover up her private parts (mostly her butt) while her eyes darted around in constant fear of being seen. "Poor Terry..." Jenny thought. "This is going to be hard for her... but I'm having so much fun! I'm sure she'll come around..."

"All right girls, lets get those bare fannies in the water!" Whistle!