She wiggled her legs throughout the next hour. As she sat, she thought about swim practice. The showers might offer her some relief, if she could last that long. Soon her final class ended and she rushed to the natatorium. Her friends met her along the way. They entered the locker room. She wanted to hop into the showers and pee, but the room was full of girls changing and peeing in front of them like that was out of the question.
She willed herself to hold it for a little while longer as she twisted in her locker combination. She pulled her bikini from her backpack and draped it over the locker door, then undressed. As always, it felt weird to stand there naked with a bunch of ordinary looking girls. Beth noticed her discomfort and asked if she was OK.
“Not really, but I’ll manage.” Jen replied.
She grabbed the bikini and lowered it down to the floor, then inserted her backwards legs and pulled it up. She maneuvered herself into the stretchy fabric and pulled it over her chest, then slipped her arms in. The thinner crotch was giving her a wedgie and she tried to pull it forward. Just then Alex started giggling. Out of her friends she was the only one who hadn’t heard her story.
Jen turned to her and asked, “What’s so funny?”
Alex stifled her laughter and with red cheeks whispered, “Why are you wearing your bikini backwards?”
“Backwards?” Jen replied, not sure she liked where this was going.
“Yea. I didn’t want to say anything. Considering what you told us earlier...” Beth added.
“I get that you’re cursed, but you should at least try to act normal...” Suzy said as she joined them.
Jen didn’t argue. She knew what this meant and begrudgingly lowered the bikini. Once the uniform was flipped, her bottom and groin were appropriately covered. Unfortunately, the low cut back of the bikini let her breasts hang free.
Before Jen could protest Suzy said, “You’re lucky Alex said something. I can’t imagine how much attention you would have drawn if you had gone out there like that.”
Without a choice, she followed her friends up the stairs with her breasts hanging out. Without a bra, they jiggled with each step. She was a little embarrassed, but was more annoyed at the lack of support.
“It’s not like anyone cared anyway,” She thought.
Her bladder was becoming more and more uncomfortable as she swam laps. About midway through practice their Coach blew her whistle and told them to take five. Jen saw an opportunity and quietly slipped back into the locker room...