Ellie ducked into the changing room, her cheeks red with embarrassment. She could barely open her eyes to see or her mouth to breathe, for she was sure that the moment she relaxed, the tears would come. Ellie threw herself into a cubicle and locked the door, and then she let the floodgates open.

Weeping in the cubicle of her public pool's changing room, Ellie kept replaying the scene in her head. The more she did so, the more she wept. She knew it was as much her fault as it was theirs. Ellie had decided to start swimming; what she thought would have been a great way to keep fit. She was already slim, and being half-Japanese kept her proportions petite and adorable. However, she didn't own any proper swimwear since she'd left her hometown in Kyoto, and she'd made the poor decision to come to the pool in a tank top and cotton underwear.

Things went fine at first, she'd even seen some of her school mates waving at her across the pool. They were a bunch of guys and girls that shared a class with her. She didn't know much about them except that they were loud and apparently 'cool'. She could have sworn they were making fun of her get-up, but she decided she was simply being too self-conscious.

And then disaster struck. Somewhere between laps, as Ellie swam past the edge of the pool where the 'cool kids' were hanging out, [what perfect timing...] something horrible happened. Maybe it was a rogue current sent by a passing swimmer, or a shift in the wind, but as Ellie surfaced to catch a breath, she felt a strange feeling in her chest. She looked down only to see with horror that her tank top had somehow managed to uncover her breasts. Ellie barely registered the laughter from the people by the pool. She pulled her shirt down and climbed out of the pool, only to find the laughter increase in intensity. She looked down once again and found that her rapid ascension from the water had pulled her underwear down just enough to expose everything it was meant to hide.

Ellie felt the tears well up and she ran.

In the cubicle, Ellie was cursing and swearing inside her mind. She cursed the current that lifted her top, she cursed the water for pulling down her bottom. She swore at the cool kids for just being there. She scolded herself for not getting proper swimwear... This would never have happened in a one-piece suit...

Ellie sat up slowly, her cheeks stiff with dried tears, forehead sore from resting against her knees. Curled in a corner of the cubicle, she swore at herself for entering a shower cubicle instead of a toilet cubicle... for at least the latter had a proper seat.

Making the best of her situation, Ellie switched on the faucet and stood under the warm water, feeling the liquid wash away her tears. She began counting the minutes in her mind, wondering how long before the 'cool kids' would leave. Sitting down on the floor, the comfortable warmth of the water pouring down on her, Ellie snuggled up back in her corner and unknowingly drifted off to sleep.

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Ellie woke up with a start on the warm ceramic floor, hot water beating down on her from above. How long had it been? The changing room was dark. Ellie's heart, charged by the adrenaline of being suddenly awoken, was pumping quickly. She groped for the faucet in the dark, switching off the shower and sending a deafening silence reverberating in its wake. She could almost hear the echo of her heartbeat as she opened the cubicle door.

Stepping out, Ellie was almost blinded as her motion triggered the automatic lights in the changing room. Blinking to get her bearings and vision back, Ellie stepped barefoot across the changing room floor. She was still in her wet tank top and cotton underwear. Her black hair lay matted down to her shoulder blades.

As she opened the door of the changing room to the pool, Ellie found it completely empty... and dark. She could see the full moon through the skylight above. Silently crossing the length of the pool on the balls of her feet, as if she would wake some mystery being in the pool, Ellie quietly made her way to the entrance of the complex. She climbed over the electronic turnstiles and her wet feet tiptoed around the corner.

Ellie thought she was going to cry again. The glass doors that stood between her and the outside world were now accompanied by a set of full metal shutters, securely locked to the ground for the night. Ellie tugged at it heartlessly, knowing she was doomed to spend the night in the swimming complex alone. She unwillingly let out a small sniffle, cursing her bad luck. She willed herself not to cry as she padded her way back to the changing room... at least the 'cool kids' weren't around any more.

Shoulders hanging limp, Ellie entered the changing room, swearing under her breath again as the motion trigger fired the lights off suddenly, blinding her again. She waddled over to the bench in the middle of the room, wondering what she was going to do to pass the time. She could swim... now that she was all alone in here... there was no one to judge her... but no. Ellie shook her head firmly. No way she was getting back into the water dressed... like that. She looked down at herself, her motions matching the thoughts in her head as if she was narrating her own story. She pulled at the wet top, and it clung limply to her skin.

'Why couldn't you stick to my skin like that just now?' Ellie sighed out loud.

She decided there was no sense sitting around in her wet clothes getting fungal infections. Confident that she was alone in the complex, Ellie began to strip in the middle of the changing room. She peeled off her tank top and stepped out of her underwear. Naked now, Ellie gingerly made her way over to her locker and dialed in her code.

Swinging the metal door open, Ellie pulled out her towel and began drying herself off. Her hair took the longest to dry to a point with which she was satisfied, but its not like she was rushing for time or anything. She reached up to hang the towel over the door of the locker to grab at her street clothes. The locker was full length and the door stood a whole foot higher than Ellie, who was already pretty short. Cursing her genetics, Ellie tossed an end of the towel over her head, aiming to drape it over the locker door. But then something peculiar happened. Miscalculating her throw, Ellie managed to have the end of the towel thrown over the locker itself, rather than the door. She swore under her breath, considering how dusty it must have been up there. Frustrated, she gave a sharp tug to pull the towel back down, but something came down with it.

As the towel fell from its perch, so did a small little packet, about the size of an iPad. Except it was soft, white-ish and wrapped in clear plastic packaging. Curious, Ellie sat down on the bench and reached down, picking it up.

In her hands, was... something. It looked like a folded up piece of white cloth. It was glossy, but the white finish was so perfect and pure that the shine of the fabric blended perfectly into the fabric itself; to the uninterested, the cloth appeared matte white as well. It was loosely sealed in clear plastic, the kind of plastic in which mobile phone accessories come in, with a tiny hole or two punched into it so you can get your fingers in and tear it open.

Ellie did just that. She brushed off the bit of dust on the outside of the packaging and tore it open. Once she'd made an opening big enough, she pulled the bundle of fabric out, letting the plastic fall to the floor. Unfolding the fabric, Ellie's heart fluttered and skipped a beat or two. As the white material unraveled, Ellie now held in front of her a one-piece swimming suit.

The suit had no brand markings, and the white was devoid of any texture or embossing. It seemed to be... it felt almost rubbery, but not quite. Most interesting was that the suit had a high neck line, and would be zipped up the back. Apart from the zipper, and the stitching that finished the edges of the suit at the arm and leg holes, the suit was a flawless white material that seemed... rubbery. Ellie stretched the material over her face and found that she could breathe through it, albeit with slight difficulty, and decided that it wasn't quite rubber.

Ellie's heart was racing. She held it up to her body and found that it seemed maybe too small for her. She could lay the suit flat against her back and you wouldn't see a bit of it from the front. And she was already so petite. In fact, the suit didn't even hang close to her crotch, running from her shoulders up to only around her navel. It would be so tight! Ellie thought, surprising herself slightly... was... was she starting to blush? Ellie shook her head, pulling her hand away from her inner thigh [when did that get there?]. She let her better judgement come through and decided to think about the suit later. She folded the suit neatly and put it into her gym bag in her locker. She pulled out her street clothes, a simple black tee and shorts, along with a pair of boots and sat down to get dressed. But all she could think of was the suit.

As Ellie felt the rough denim of her shorts pull against her naked crotch, she grimaced and came back to reality, realizing with a heavy heart that the underwear she came in with was now soaking wet on the bench next to her. She cursed her stupidity mentally and berated herself for not packing an extra set. And then she thought about the suit. She could... try it on... it would work well as underwear... and it would feel so good... Ellie blushed again. Why was she thinking these thoughts? It mattered not. She'd have to find some sort of underwear before she left anyway, right? It's not like she had much of a choice... Ellie rationalized in her head.

She hadn't even noticed that the suit was already in her hands, instead of being in the bag like she thought she'd left it. Weird. She must have gotten carried away when she was thinking of how tight it would squeeze your body. Ellie crinkled her forehead and closed her eyes, willing herself to think straight. She had no idea why she suddenly felt so... what was the word? Ellie shook her head and decided she didn't want to admit it. She didn't want to admit to herself that maybe the idea of sealing your body in such a tight, flawless one-piece suit was... well... it was making her horny as all hell.

But she couldn't put on street clothes without underwear... right?