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.
She tried to pull down the shoulder straps of her swimsuit, but they wouldn't budge. That was rather odd. She happened to glance down at her chest and it seemed as if her breasts has swollen somehow from A cups to B cups. Maybe that's why she was having trouble getting her swimsuit off? She hoped she was just tired and imagining things; a sudden allergy to the material of her swimsuit or the chlorine levels in the pool could really sink her in the competition tomorrow.
She grabbed again and the shoulder strap of the swim suit, but it still wouldn't budge. She tried to get her fingers under it to better grip it and pull it off, but she could find no seperation between skin and suit. Swimsuits were tight to minimize drag but this was ridiculous. Frantically, she felt along the edges of her swimsuit and could not find any seperation. She tried to grab an area of swimsuit around her stomach, but she could not pull it away from her skin. In fact, it felt like she was grabbing her skin. It was like the swimsuit had become part of her skin.