Published: Jan 2, 2024
My seventy-third caption.
You are an accomplished swimmer, and always make an effort to practice every single day after your classes. When you enter the pool during a snowstorm for your usual dip, you fail to notice a warning sign on the door as you enter…
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Ever since I had first stuck my toes in a pool, I have had an obsession with swimming. Regular trips to the ocean, local pools, and the YMCA were the highlights of my childhood, and by the time I graduated high school, I had successfully competed in several state championships, winning single-handedly in each one. I used my wins to secure a full athletic scholarship, moving further north to go to a world-class college. Unfortunately, what I hadn’t accounted for was the climate. Living in the south, I used to be able to swim whenever I wanted, but here my choices were far more limited. Snow and the cold in general were the bane of my existence, and in the winter my only source of swimming was the campus’ old, but heated, indoor pool.
After your classes each day, you always made sure to go for a dive, appreciating the feeling of warm water on your skin after a long, cold, and boring day. By the end of December, you had become such a regular at the pool that you even managed to get your hands on one of the access cards needed to get inside, something that was very hard to obtain for the normal, more casual pool user due to how easily it could be abused. There had been plenty of pervy students who had been banned from the pool or worse for attempting to sneak into the women’s locker room. I had more than enough respect for my female peers to keep myself from doing stupid things like that, but that didn’t stop me from admiring them outside of the locker room, around the pool.
In the first week of January, we were finally hit by the first big snowstorm of the new year, well over a foot and a half in just a few hours. Even though the classes had been canceled and all the students had been encouraged to stay in their dorms, you disobeyed these instructions and left the building, trudging through the snowstorm as you made your way back over to the indoor pool. You weren’t going to let this miserable white crap ruin your swimming time, and as you used your card on the door, you failed to notice a pool cleaning warning that had been taped onto the door. Your urge to get warmer and swim had given you complete tunnel vision as you sauntered into the men’s locker room and switched into your usual, professional swimming gear.
Walking into the old indoor pool, you looked around, realizing you had the whole place to yourself right now. Even though the place wasn’t particularly well-maintained and had some clear age to it, you had to appreciate the fact that it was here for you. It was your little sanctuary, your home away from home. Walking to the shallow end of the pool, you noticed the water was a bit cloudier than usual, but you shrugged it off. You had gone swimming in plenty of pools where the pH or chemical levels were a bit off, knowing a good shower afterwards was more than enough to wash any residual chlorine off of your body. You sat down on the edge, putting your feet into the water, surprised at how exceptionally warm it was today. You allowed your cold feet to soak up that warmth for a few more moments, savoring the refreshing feeling as they absorbed whatever chemicals you were unaware of in the water.
Having gotten your fill of the exceptional warmth, you stood back up on slightly daintier, thin feet, making your way over to the diving board. Climbing up, you looked down into the illuminated water with a smile, slipping your goggles on as you took a deep breath. You jumped a few times, giving yourself some momentum before diving off the edge, landing perfectly in the water with little to no splash. Happy with the results and the warmth that now surrounded your body, you began doing your usual laps across the pool, completely unaware of the changes the chemicals were making your body rapidly go through.
Though your lung capacity remained just as strong as before, you began to notice small signs that things weren’t quite right. As you moved through the water, unknowingly agitating the chemicals and accelerating your own transformation, you began to feel far heavier and sluggish, almost as if you had begun to rapidly gain fat. Your skin, normally well-accustomed to pool water, became very soft and supple as more hair ripped apart your swimming cap. Trying, and failing, to keep up your usual, proper pace, your waist caved in and your shoulders narrowed further with each stroke, causing an unusual tightness to be felt through certain parts of your body. As this went on, your thighs began to increase in thickness, crushing your manhood between them before it too shriveled up, leaving you with new, female equipment as your butt took on a heart shape. You only noticed what had happened when your new breasts, large and shapely, actively got in the way of your strokes, forcing you to stop and examine yourself. Needless to say, you were shocked to find your member missing and two large breasts where your toned pecs were supposed to be, letting out a loud, unnatural shriek in your new feminine voice.
Pulling yourself back out of the pool, you found yourself in a complete panic as you looked into a nearby mirror, seeing you had been completely changed. Not knowing what had happened, you knew only one thing now: you needed to find clothes. Your old jammers did nothing to hide your breasts, and were now painfully tight against you new hips and ass. You were about to swipe into the women’s locker room before remembering the card was registered to your name, so you bit your lip and went inside the men’s locker room instead, not wanting your card to be tracked there. Back inside, you began desperately opening every single unlocked locker, looking for a women’s swimsuit you could throw on until you had this figured out. Either by chance or some brief moment of luck, you found one, though it was a revealing one-piece suit. Despite your reservations, you pulled it on, feeling how tight it was.
Now that you had something to at least hide your modesty, you ran back to your locker and prepared to open it, only to notice there was someone else in the locker room with you! Turning around with a blush on your face, you noticed it was one of the football jocks, standing there with a smile on his face.
“Oh no, don’t let me stop you, sweet cheeks. Your tight little one-piece there is more than enough to make me drool.” He finally spoke up, leaning against the doorway. “If I’d known a hottie like you was hanging around here with no one else around, I would have come here earlier to grab the phone I forgot.”
“T-This isn’t what you think it is.” I stammered, realizing how bad this all looked for me, here in the men’s locker room as a woman. “I-I-I was just here for-”
“Relax, relax.” He interrupted, taking a few steps towards me as I suddenly realized how much smaller I was compared to a meathead like him. “It’s obvious you’re new to this, so I’ll make this short and sweet. I like you, I want you, and I can tell from that red face of yours that you want me too, babe.”
Despite how wrong this all was, you couldn’t deny these new feelings that were building up in your gut. Your body was reacting to this womanizing jerk all on its own, and you could already tell you weren’t going to last much longer against his advances, especially now that you were cornered in here.
“I suppose I can… stay a bit longer.” I meekly agreed, looking away as my face lit up ever brighter. The jock smiled, realizing he had won as he quickly began removing his pants, revealing his own manhood to me. My crotch grew wet as I slowly got down to my knees, ready to do more than a breaststroke…