As Lydia headed into the locker room, she passed most of the rest of the team headed out having quickly showered and changed. Monica was the only girl left in the locker room. She had a towel wrapped around her - having already showered - and was rummaging through her locker for something.
"Kissing up to the coach?" Monica asked sharply.
Lydia sighed. "I'm a faster swimmer than you, Monica. The numbers don't lie. Become a better swimmer than me and you can be number one."
Lydia grabbed a towel and headed into the showers. She turned one on and stood in the falling water. She'd been swimming her whole life and loved the water. A waterfall or a shower wasn't as good as swimming in a pool or the ocean, but it was water nonetheless. It made her think of her boyfriend and how their first date had ended with them dancing badly in the rain from an unexpected downpour. She smiled at the thought.
He pulled down the straps on her swimsuit with a little difficult, almost as if her chest had grown slightly. Looking down at her boobs she could swear they looked more like B cups than their normal As. She must be seeing things and more tired from the swim practice than she realized. The straps on the one-piece down, she let gravity and the water send the swimsuit slowly sliding down her legs to the tiled floor below.
That was around the time her legs began to feel funny.