Tessa knew it would do no good to try to scream as Kylie's hands began to twist her to wring water out. It was the end of another practice. Another day was spent stretched onto Kylie as she swam. Another shower after practice was followed by the wringing she was now being subjected to. Another long night alone in the locker awaited her.
This was the routine Tessa had been stuck in for six months. Ever since Kylie had somehow transformed her from a swimmer with Olympic aspirations into a swimsuit to be worn at every practice and meet. The only changes to this routine came on the days where Kylie took Tessa home to be washed, and the day leading up to a meet. The meets were where the situation was at its most vivid for the woman turned swimsuit. Kylie insisted on wearing Tessa under her clothes for the entire day leading up to each meet. Meaning Tessa would experience every movement Kylie's body would make for a full twenty-four hours.
According to what Kylie had said when this nightmare began, wearing the swimsuit that was Tessa would allow Kylie to somehow absorb Tessa's technique and improve Kylie's own swimming ability. Kylie's performance seemed to support that. Her times improved with each meet, and the last three meets saw her finish first in every event she competed in. Tessa had no idea how being worn somehow improved Kylie's swimming ability, but then again, she had no idea how she had become a sentient swimsuit either.
Tessa experienced every moment of Kylie's swim season. Tessa knew it was pointless to protest being worn or ask to be turned back. She had all of the ability to speak of a normal swimsuit, which is to say, none. By now, Kylie's body was so familiar to Tessa that the feel of Kylie's movements was burned into her mind even when she wasn't being worn. Every inch of Kylie that Tessa's swimsuit form covered was memorized. While Tessa was being worn, she might as well have been a part of Kylie for how tight the fit was. This contact was so constant and inescapable that Tessa could tell that Kylie's muscles had become more toned over the months that the former had been forced to be a swimsuit for the latter.
Months of being a swimsuit had left Tessa on the brink of insanity. She had stopped worrying about getting on the Olympic team a while ago. She was simply desperate to experience anything other than the stretching that Kylie's movements would inflict on her. Tessa had hoped it wouldn't be true, but it proved to be: Kylie was going to wear Tessa for every practice and meet that season. However, that was the one hope Tessa had been clinging to. Kylie had said she would change Tessa back at the end of the season. Well, Kylie hadn't said that exactly, but she did only mention wearing Tessa for the season. Tessa had to keep hoping that the end of the season would be the end of this nightmare.
She did not even want to think about the alternative. Yet, with how much Kylie had taken over Tessa's existence, she could not get it out of her mind. What would even be the point of Tessa remaining a swimsuit after the season? What would happen to her once Kylie didn't need her for practices and meets? In her darkest moments, Tessa imagined being left alone in a bag, drawer, or closet. It would be like being in the locker, except it would last much longer. It was a horrifying thing to consider, months of no movement and no interaction with anyone. Then what would happen if she didn't even fit Kylie at the start of next season? Her stay in storage could be permanent. Kylie had talked to Tessa less and less as the season went on. Did Kylie even remember that her swimsuit had been a person?
"No......No don't think like that." Tessa's weary mind thought to herself. She was adamant that she couldn't allow herself to consider that possibility. Kylie had performed well enough to qualify for the national championships. That meant that, no matter how well Kylie performed, this would be the final meet of the season. Tessa tried to keep herself sane by repeating that fact mentally. This could be her last week alone in the locker. It could also be the last week she was forced to feel Kylie's every movement.
The day before the meet arrived, and like usual, Kylie put Tessa on with the intention of wearing her nonstop until the meet was over. Tessa just had to bear it, this should be her last day wrapped around Kylie. Tessa went through the day underneath Kylie's clothes, wishing the meet would get over with.
Unfortunately, Tessa's anticipation just made the day last longer. The journey to the aquatic center where the big meet would be held never seemed to end. Tessa could tell Kylie was nervous. She was fidgeting in her seat more than usual and Tessa could feel a thin layer of sweat building on her skin. This made the day of being worn even more strenuous for Tessa. Kylie had spent half a year tormenting Tessa, so the swimsuit bitterly thought that of course Kylie would make the last day worse than usual.
After a long day of traveling, they had finally reached the hotel. Kylie, of course, kept Tessa on throughout the night. Wrapped around a sleeping Kylie, Tessa could do nothing but think about what the coming day would mean for her. This should be the last time she would be stuck on Kylie overnight. Tessa had never heard of someone sleeping in their swimsuit before. Not even the most dedicated competitive swimmers that Tessa had met believed it would help. Kylie had done it before every meet, though. Tessa wondered if she would ever get the sound and feel of Kylie's breathing out of her mind.
With nothing except that breathing to distract her, Tessa thought about what she would do once she was herself again. She really wanted to just scream at Kylie. She wanted to demand an answer as to what could have possibly made Kylie think that she or anyone else would be okay with being stuck as a swimsuit for half a year. Then again, it might be smarter for Tessa to just run away as fast as she could. If Kylie could turn a person into a swimsuit, there's no telling what else she could do. Tessa did not want to find out. Tessa hoped that she would even be able to remember how to move her body after not being able to do anything for so long. However, there was no use worrying about that now. Tessa would just have to see what would happen after the meet.
"Just, please tell me she hasn't forgotten about me....," Tessa thought desperately.
The sound of Kylie's phone alarm suddenly broke the monotony. Kylie woke up and pulled her warm up clothes on over Tessa. From there it was a long walk to the bus, then a ride to the pool. Tessa dealt with the jiggling of Kylie's breasts and butt the whole way. Tessa could feel Kylie's heart beating rapidly and the thin layer of sweat was once again coating her skin. Kylie was definitely nervous to be competing on the biggest stage of her life so far. Tessa on the other hand, couldn't care less how Kylie performed. She just wanted this meet over with.
Tessa couldn't see anything from under Kylie's clothes, but the din of countless voices told her that they had arrived by the pool. Kylie took her seat at the team bench and Tessa felt the now too familiar feeling of her bottom being pinched between the bench and Kylie's butt. While sitting, Kylie kept shaking her leg. Her nerves were going crazy with anticipation. This subjected her swimsuit to the relentless vibrations that the shaking leg produced. Any attempts to track the progress of the meet by sound proved futile as a result.
Without warning, Kylie stood up and began to remove her warm up clothes. The breaststroke competition was about to begin. Tessa could once again see now that there were no clothes on over her. Thousands of people were packed into the stands, and not one of them saw her as anything other than a swimsuit on one of the competitors. Kylie took her position at the edge of the pool as she had at every meet. The wait for the gun was the most still Kylie had been since putting Tessa on. Kylie's heart was still racing, though.
The gun sounded and Kylie dived in. No matter how many times she experienced it, Tessa could not get used to how sudden of a motion the dive was. In less than half a second, they were submerged. Tessa instantly felt herself become saturated with water and tighten up around Kylie. From there, it was the usual blur of splashing and stretching. It was impossible to tell how Kylie was doing. Tessa's "face" was underwater over Kylie's chest. Tessa barely even remembered what it was like to breathe, but being underwater this long caused Tessa no danger in this form. Tessa truly wondered if it would feel strange to be in a human body again.
Kylie emerged from the water and Tessa found herself able to hear her surroundings again. It was a deafening chorus of cheers. Kylie yelled out in excitement. Apparently she had finished first, but Tessa was not concerned with that. There was only one more event to go. Tessa's mind was ragged with anticipation.
Kylie didn't bother putting her warm-ups back on as she waited for the backstroke competition. She also didn't even bother sitting back down on the bench. She simply paced back and forth, occasionally pausing to do some light stretching. The soaked Tessa was along for the ride. Both the swimmer and the swimsuit were eager for the next event, albeit for different reasons. Tessa was now able to see her surroundings, but she hardly cared. With any luck she'll actually be able to interact with those surroundings soon enough.
After a wait that seemed much longer than it actually was, the time for the backstroke competition arrived. Kylie walked to her spot so fast she was almost jogging. Tessa had to deal with the bouncing breasts all the way. It was a sensation Tessa was definitely looking forward to not having to deal with anymore. Kylie once again took her position at the pool's edge and waited. Kylie's heartbeat echoed nonstop. Tessa was silently begging them to start the race already.
The gun sounded, and they were back in the water. Tessa was now silently urging Kylie to finish as quickly as possible. Not because she cared whether Kylie won the competition, but to finally get this season over with. This just had to be the last time. Kylie's rapid movements were doing nothing to quell Tessa's anticipation at this point.
"Please hurry...." Tessa's thought as Kylie's furious swimming strained her nylon form.
Kylie touched the wall of the pool and turned upright. It was finally over. The stands were erupting cheers and Kylie was bobbing up and down in the water while screaming jubilantly. Tessa didn't have to be fully aware of what was going on around her to know that Kylie had finished first. Kylie climbed out of the pool, and her teammates swarmed her. Tessa's view was obscured by the mass of bodies coming in for a group hug.
Unfortunately, the end of the competition didn't get Tessa off of Kylie. She continued being worn throughout the medal ceremony. Then when they got back to the locker room, Tessa's hopes of being taken off were almost immediately dashed when Kylie simply pulled some clothes on over Tessa, picked up her things, and ran out of the locker room. The team then had a little party at the hotel bar. Tessa was stuck to Kylie through a night of drinking and dancing. It was just an unintelligible blur of noises. She was unable to see anything all night, except during the brief period where she was wrapped around Kylie's ankles while the latter used the restroom. When Kylie finally got back to the hotel room, she just flopped onto the bed and immediately fell asleep. Tessa was in for another night of doing nothing but feeling Kylie breathe.
Kylie was so exhausted that she slept until well after sunrise. By the time she got out of bed, she had to hurry to join the rest of the team on the bus to the airport. Tessa was furious by this point. She wondered if she would be stuck to Kylie permanently.
"Could you possibly drag this out anymore?" Tessa futilely tried to ask Kylie. Anger, exhaustion, boredom, and stress all formed Tessa's mood as Kylie sat in her seat on the plane.
The next thing Tessa saw was the all too familiar locker room where she was usually kept when not being worn. Kylie began walking toward the showers and Tessa wanted to protest that she would be perfectly capable of washing herself if Kylie would just change her back. She remained just as voiceless as ever, though. Kylie stepped into the shower and at long last, Tessa was peeled off of her. After a quick wash and rinse, Tessa braced herself for what she prayed was her last wringing. That part of being a swimsuit was unpleasant to the end.
Kylie walked back to her locker wrapped in a towel and dangling Tessa's damp form in her hand. Kylie made her way back to her locker. She had taken her time getting unpacked and showered. There was no one else in the locker room at that point. Kylie spread Tessa across her lap and looked down with a huge smile on her face. Throughout this whole ordeal, Tessa had hated how happy Kylie seemed. It almost seemed as if Kylie was mocking her while she was a helpless swimsuit that couldn't respond to anything. Tessa had spent enough time around Kylie to know that Kylie was just a ditz who somehow couldn't comprehend that Tessa might have a problem with being stuck as a swimsuit for months. Still, that smile gave Tessa a feeling of being made fun of, if not by Kylie, then by the universe for bringing her into contact with someone with apparently magical powers who was this dense.
Looking down at her lap, Kylie spoke to Tessa for the first time in weeks.
"Well that's that. I can't believe how well I did this season! Thank you so much, Tessa! I couldn't have done it without you!" Kylie said to the swimsuit, a wide smile on her face the whole time.
Tessa was not concerned with how genuine Kylie's gratitude was. She just wanted this to be over at last.
"Come on...please! Let's skip to the part where you change me back!" Tessa thought. Her desperation would be obvious if she still had a face to express it.
"Every time I wear you, I feel like I get better." Kylie continued, oblivious to Tessa's pleas. "I could probably get a bit better even by wearing you for some workouts over the summer while I figure out how to change you back."
Tessa's mind went fuzzy and she saw red. It was hard to process how quickly the hope Tessa had felt over the last few days had been dashed with that last sentence.
"What? What do you mean 'figure out how to change me back?' You did this without knowing how to reverse it? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" Tessa impotently screamed in her mind.
"I've been so focused on school and the swim team that I didn't have time to figure out how to undo the transformation. Sorry about that." Kylie said, as if she were just apologizing for some minor inconvenience.
"Do you even know if there is a way to undo it!? Why would you do this if you didn't know!?" Tessa asked even though Kylie couldn't hear it. She was truly panicking now.
"Don't worry, I'll have more time to look into it now that the season is over! As long as you're still like this we might as well get as much practice as we can on our own. Maybe I can wear you to the beach too for a bit of fun!" Kylie said brightly.
Tessa was delirious with a mix of anger and fear. The end of the season gave her a point she could look forward to where this should-be-impossible nightmare was supposed to end. Now she had to hope that this idiot would be able to research a way to reverse the change. How had Kylie even figured out how to change someone into a swimsuit in the first place? The knowledge of how to undo the transformation should be in the same place Kylie learned how to cause the transformation........if there was a way to undo it.
Kylie placed Tessa into her bag along with her other gear and walked out of the locker room. Tessa rode along, wondering if she would ever get to be anything more than Kylie's swimsuit again.