Halfway back to the changing room the public announcement system spluttered to life.
"Would the following girls who are late for the swimming training induction please report to the pool house immediately. Sarah Meadows, Kylie Andrews, Mary-Louise Davies, Tara..."
"Great," I thought to myself. Just what I needed. Having survived a cheerleading audition with the girls wearing this I now had to stomach swimming practice before I could get back to Mark to sort this thing out.
I carried on walking across the football field but couldn't help gazing down at my legs. They were so much smoother than in my body - I couldn't help but get grin as I admired those smooth curves. I'd always been proud of my old legs. They were chipped & toned but not as sensual and smooth as these things that now protruded from my wider hips. I swayed more and really began to strut as I enjoyed the sway of this sexy figure.
As I reached the locker room I made a giant mistake. Almost without thinking I turned right and received the shock of my life. There in front of me were not the the other cheerleaders from the squad but a bunch of buff footballers. I'd gone into the boys' locker room by mistake. As I saw them before me my heart missed a beat. Despite my shock at walking into the lions' den I was also hugely excited. Deep between my hips I felt a warmth I hadn't experienced since me and Mark had come so close to...that didn't bear thinking about.
Despite myself I shrieked. That hard flesh was exciting but I suddenly felt hugely vulnerable. There I was wearing the flimsiest little skirt, which just came below my small regulation school panties, showing off my flat stomach with my breasts stuffed into the smallest red and white top. Suddenly I realised that any one of them could take me. That weakness, that frailty, and that need to be possessed or dominated scared me. As those great bodies saw me and a sarcastic but expectant cheer rose up, I took to my heels and scampered back to the girls' locker room. What that would do for my reputation god only knew. I just prayed I wouldn't be a girl long enough to have to deal with the consequences.
Back in the locker room I went over to my bench, threw open my locker and pulled out the regulation two piece. Pulling my skirt over my hips again I had to suffer the indignity of exposing my new womanhood to the air as I took off the school panties. Just touching the lycra of the bottom half of this tiny bikini excited me. It was soft. It was shiny. But most of all they were tiny. Shivering slightly I pulled them up, stretching them over my hips. I had to position them over my womanhood and adjust them so that they sat snugly on my hips. They certainly sat snugly, just small enough so that their tight shiny lycra put pressure over my curved behind and hugged against my most intimate areas. I couldn't believe that until that morning my manhood had hung down into the space which was now so tightly clung to my body by this slip.
By now I felt time pressure on me. I didn't want trouble in this torso - I just wanted to get through, get back to Mark and get this sorted. I slipped off the tight cheerleader's top and stood there in the tight blue school bottom and my school bra. Now there was another bra struggle. I managed to slip off the straps which felt like they were trapping me and then shrug the darned contraption down over my breasts, round my hips and off over my slender feet and ankles. Concerned at my vulnerablity, as well as the weight of my mammaries as they seemed to tear at my chest, I picked up the small top of my bikini. Navy blue, with streaks of electric blue, I snapped the ends shut around my chest and shrugged the cups over my breasts. The cups hardly covered them, they merely seemed to skirt around the nipples and with the lycra pressing them against my body like they were the firm pecs I had so recently abandoned. I felt like I had a sign over my head saying "gawp at my tits" and in my weakness I was simpering like I really was some 16 year old girl struggling with her nubile body.
I put my other kit back into my locker and, closing it firmly to, swayed out to the swimming pool, dipping my feet tentatively in the disinfectant on my way in. As I did so, I caught sight of myself in the window to one side. I had to catch my breath. What I saw stunned me. Dipping my toes slowly in then gasping like a girl in the presence of her ideal man was a girl with pert, large breasts tucked into the stunning top I now sported looked like they wanted to spill out and said "cup me". My hips were perfectly proportioned to the bottoms which cupped my firm butt and settled around the sway of my hips. The gentle curve of my long leggy legs and the bronzed olive of their skin filled me with a strange self-confidence. I felt like I was showing my worth and wares to the world and I knew the world should admire them. I felt so special at that moment. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all.
Around the swimming pool the rest of the new squad was already assembled. I hope I wasn't in trouble. As I saw them I broke into a skip and went towards the huddle. I wasn't banking for the tug on my chest which followed. Why was this body so feeble?!?
I heard the coach talking, "You can win this conference if you work hard. I've seen your times and you're a special bunch. What's vital is that you work together." At that I felt a twinge suddenly...