You and Lydia slowly make your way back to school. After a few minutes you reach out and take her hand, to reassure her and to feel her spandex skin. You both glance at the sky occasionally, half expecting a rain cloud to suddenly appear overhead.
The school is in sight when Lydia stops.
"Are you alright?"
"My feet feel funny."
You squat down and pull up one of Lydia's pants legs slightly. Sure enough her legs are spandex: red on the outer half and white on the inner side.
"The spandex is all the way down your legs and probably your feet too. You touch the line where the color changes and Lydia shivers.
"That really...tingles..." she says, momentarily short of breath. You let her pants leg drop and stand up but can't help thinking about tracing that line up her thighs...
"Are your jeans holding up?"
Lydia nods. "I haven't felt them tear."
You arrive at the parking lot your car is the only one left. The swim meet is over and everyone has gone home.
Lydia stops to lean against the wall before going the final distance across the parking lot to your car. You look at her with concern.
"It's hard to walk like this. Just a moment."
You step close to Lydia and slide your arms around her.
"Need me to carry you the rest of the way?"
Lydia looks you in the eyes and smiles. You notice her eyes have turned a very light shade of blue. You kiss her, pressing her gentlely against the wall. You can feel her nipples pushing through the sweater. She pressed back against you, surely able to feel the tightness in your pants.
You wonder how long her jeans will last before the transformation rips them and Lydia fully becomes a latex mermaid.
As your lips part you can tell by the look on Lydia's face and the look in her eyes that she wonders the same thing. But it's not a fear; it's an excitement. You wonder about the back seat of your car. Surely you have enough time to still get to the swap meet afterwards?
Then you realize something: the two of you aren't leaning against the wall but a door. A door that leads to the pool - or alternatively the showers in the locker room. A door that you realize is unlocked.