Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. >Hazing The Swim Team by MissAriel Part 1 My name is Kelsi. I -(TM)m a college freshman and I -(TM)m trying out for the swim team. Of course, when I texted my friend, Sophia, she was like, really? You -(TM)re trying out for the SWIM TEAM? She didn -(TM)t believe me. Well, to understand her reaction, you have to understand something about me. I -(TM)m really shy about my body. In high school, while the other girls would change in the locker room for gym, I would always do so privately in the bathroom stalls. And I never even considered taking a shower in the public stalls. I would wait until I got home no matter how sweaty I was, which Sophia would frequently point out was ridiculous. One time, she just stripped off her top and said, look Kelsi, I -(TM)m topless, and no one cares. But despite her attempts to help me get over my body shyness, I never did. Look, I -(TM)m just shy, okay? I -(TM)m not the type of girl that wears crop tops, short-shorts, or tank tops during the summer. I -(TM)d much rather wear something comfy like a t-shirt and jeans or a cute sundress. And there is nothing wrong with that. Unbeknownst to Sophia, though, I already faced my fears about wearing a swimsuit in public, and I -(TM)ve been practicing all summer. When I got my acceptance letter to U of T and found out that they had a swim program, I made up my mind that I was going to make the team. I don -(TM)t just want to be one of those girls that does nothing in college but study. I -(TM)m spunky, social, and outgoing, and I want to have a fun college experience. I want to make lots of friends and be a part of something bigger than myself. To hear my teammates -(TM) cries of joy as I finish my race. To hear them cheer, you did it, Kelsi! Plus, it doesn -(TM)t hurt that anyone that makes the varsity team is pretty much guaranteed a full scholarship. But here I am standing on the diving platform wearing a conservative one-piece swimsuit. I -(TM)m about to compete in my first swim trial. It -(TM)s a large, Olympic-style pool, and I can practically smell the chlorine from up here. It -(TM)s the type of massive pool you would expect from a school that has an elite swim team with dozens of trophies and accolades. I -(TM)m acutely aware of the sound of my own heartbeat. Everyone is staring at me. I feel like everyone is checking out every curve of my toned, athletic body, but I try to focus on the task at hand. I hear the whistle blow and I dive. I hardly notice the cold, piercing water as I plunge head first into the pool. My heart pounding, I dolphin kick my way to the surface and reach forward with broad, powerful strokes. My fears and insecurities disappear and the only thing I think about is executing the technique I -(TM)ve practiced so many times. My arms and legs ache as I finish my fourth lap and touch the wall. As I climb up the ladder, my legs feel like jelly. I really gave it my all. Even if I didn -(TM)t make it, I feel proud of myself. I grab my towel and take a seat next to the other girls. -Wow, that was a great time. Were you on the swim team in high school? My name -(TM)s Julie, by the way. - She has olive skin and wears a tighter, less conservative one-piece with a slightly lower neckline that reveals a hint of her bust. -I -(TM)m Kelsi. No, I wasn -(TM)t, but I -(TM)ve been practicing all summer. I really want to join the team. I -(TM)m crossing my fingers. - I like Julie. She -(TM)s really friendly and I could always use more friends. -Girl, you -(TM)ve got nothing to worry about. I -(TM)ve known girls that have been swimming for years that aren -(TM)t as fast as you. You must be a really hard worker. - I smile and feel more optimistic about my chances. Time flies and I hear the final whistle. Charlotte, the swim captain, approaches us. She -(TM)s a tall, gorgeous blonde who looks more like she belongs on the cover of Sports Illustrated than being in charge of a college swim team. -Good job, everyone, and thanks for trying out for the U of T swim team. Your results will be posted tomorrow at noon on Oasis. - She seems nice, I think. -You can GO now, people. Trials over. - Okay, maybe not that nice. I start to get up and leave, but Charlotte stops me. -You three stay. I want to talk to you. - Everyone leaves except me, Julie, and this other girl that I don -(TM)t recognize. Soon enough, it -(TM)s just the three of us and Charlotte. -Name? - Charlotte asks me. -Kelsi, - I squeak. -Kelsi, I -(TM)m impressed. You -(TM)re fast, but your form needs work. You have a lot of power, and with the right technique, you could have a real shot at making varsity in a year or two. - Julie announces her name next. -Julie, I can tell you had a coach that knew what they were doing. Your technique is excellent, but you -(TM)re not reaching your full potential. I want you to really hit the gym and develop those muscles. I want to see more power out there, got it? - -Yes, ma -(TM)am, - Julie yelps. -Isabella. - Isabella is tall and proud. She has a boyish figure. She -(TM)s what I imagine when I think of a girl heading to the Olympics. She -(TM)s completely ripped and she knows it. I can tell because she -(TM)s the only one ballsy enough to come to the meet in a two-piece. -Isabella, you -(TM)re the real deal. Good technique, strong muscles. Work hard this year and you, too, may find yourself on varsity. But check the attitude. The next time you show up to one of MY swim practices in a bikini, you can swim your laps butt naked, got it? Wear a competitive suit. It -(TM)s not just a suggestion. - Charlotte says. Isabella gives a curt nod. I -(TM)m wondering what the point of her telling us all this is. Is she letting us down easy and asking us to try again next semester? The anticipation is suffocating. After a long pause, Charlotte gives us all one more good look before speaking again. -Congratulations. You three made the team. I want to see you back here tonight in the locker room at 8:00pm after the pool closes for a team initiation. Don -(TM)t be late! - Charlotte doesn -(TM)t give any further explanation. We all kind of stand there awkwardly for a few moments until Charlotte says, -What are you waiting for? Skedaddle! - She doesn -(TM)t have to tell me twice. This is going to be an interesting year, I think. Charlotte seems tough, but fair. She seems like the kind of person that gives you a hard time, but it -(TM)s to bring out the best in you. I -(TM)m going to work hard for her. Part 2 Of course, I -(TM)m beaming with pride that I made the team. I didn -(TM)t last five minutes before I texted Sophia everything that happened. Now keep in mind, Sophia is still coming to terms with the idea of me willingly putting on a swim suit. I -(TM)d honestly pay good money to see her eyes pop out when I said I made the team. Shut the door, girl, she texted back. You voluntarily put a swim suit on AND you made the team? Yes, I made the team. It -(TM)s not that surprising. You know I -(TM)ve always been good at sports. She tells me to send her proof or she -(TM)ll never believe me. Despite what it looks like, this is Sophia -(TM)s way of saying she -(TM)s proud of me. It -(TM)s just not her personality to get all lovey-dovey. She doesn -(TM)t have to say anything. I know what she means. Nevertheless, I opted not to get her input on this mysterious initiation. I can only imagine the bombardment of questions to which I obviously have no answers to. All I know is, Charlotte said don -(TM)t be late, and attending the initiation sounds about as optional as the suit regulations. It -(TM)s 7:50 p.m., and as you might have guessed, I -(TM)m in the girl -(TM)s locker room. I actually ended up getting here a little early and found myself alone, but I don't have to wait long until I see Julia and Isabella. I almost don -(TM)t recognize them in their everyday clothes, as until now, I -(TM)d only seen them in suits and caps. I check out Julie first, whose most striking feature is her gorgeous, chest-length brown hair. She -(TM)s wearing a chic button-up blouse, white blazer, and casual jeans. Her outfit says, I -(TM)m elegant, but I know how to let my hair down. Isabella on the other hand comes off more like a tomboy in a motorcycle gang. She has short, platinum blonde hair and a variety of piercings in her ears. She -(TM)s wearing shiny leather pants and a crop top, which shows off what is likely her most prized feature. She -(TM)s ripped, okay? I -(TM)m trying to say she -(TM)s got a six-pack. -Hey, Kelsi. Glad you made it! Nervous? - Julie asks. -Of course, - I say. -Aren -(TM)t you? Charlotte seemed pretty tight-lipped about it. - -I -(TM)m sure it -(TM)s just an ice breaker to introduce us to the team, - Julie replies optimistically. -Don -(TM)t worry. - Julie -(TM)s smile puts me at ease. -Doubt that, - Isabella replies coldly. -I bet they -(TM)re going to haze us. - -Hazing is illegal, - Julie says matter-of-factly. -That -(TM)s why they don -(TM)t tell you about it ahead of time, Nancy Drew, - Isabella replies. -But it -(TM)s against the rules. They can -(TM)t do that, - I argue. -Any organization caught hazing is subject to penalties and possible disbandment. - I know this because there was a big scandal about hazing only a few years ago. It was all over the news. Surely Isabella is wrong. There -(TM)s no way such a prestigious swim team would risk everything for a stupid hazing tradition. But Isabella shrugs and doesn -(TM)t reply. Before I can say anything else, the doors burst open and I see the swim captain confidently stroll in with a group of five or six senior girls following closely behind her. -Let -(TM)s get this party started ladies, - Charlotte says. She has a powerful, booming voice, and it echoes through the locker room when she speaks. -Are you ready to join the team, Kelsi? - She steps up to me, her voluptuous chest coming right up to my face, the difference in our height stark. -I -(TM)m ready, Charlotte, - I nervously squeak. -I -(TM)m ready, Charlotte, - Charlotte mocks. -It -(TM)s Captain. Remember it, freshman, or you -(TM)ll be swimming penalty laps with Isabella. - I make a mental note. Got it, Captain. -Now let -(TM)s try again, - and I hear the Captain shout in her booming voice, -Are you girls ready to join the team? - -I -(TM)m ready, Captain! - The three of us reply in unison. -Perfect. Looks like we -(TM)ve got a great group this year, don -(TM)t we girls? - The senior girls fill the room with giggling and laughter and they all confirm, yes, we look like a good group. -They -(TM)re so cute, - one of the seniors says. -Oh, to be a first-year again, - she says with a whimsical sigh. -Now listen up, kids. You -(TM)re here because you impressed me, and I don -(TM)t say that lightly. With hard work and my training, I have no doubt, you -(TM)ll make the school proud. But before we make your status official, I -(TM)m going to need one more thing from you, - the Captain says, and I start to get knots in my stomach. I -(TM)m starting to think maybe Isabella was right. -Oh, don -(TM)t look so glum, Kelsi, - and I can feel my legs quiver. -We -(TM)re here to have some fun and break the ice. We -(TM)re going to do a team bonding exercise. - Oh, that doesn -(TM)t sound so bad. -So, get yourselves ready, because you -(TM)re about to compete in the annual U of T Swim Team -(TM)s Sexy Banana Eating Contest! - Uh, what? Honestly, if that -(TM)s not the most ridiculous thing I -(TM)ve ever heard. -A sexy banana eating contest? - Julie says deadpan, and I practically echo her sentiment, but it -(TM)s drowned out by the cheering of the senior girls. Woohoo, yeah baby, I love this contest, can -(TM)t wait to see what these girls can do, my favorite event of the year for sure! I see them excitedly pointing at us and I get the impression they -(TM)re making bets on who they think will win the contest. Or lose it. Well, honestly, when I heard Isabella talk about hazing, I was thinking something worse than this. Like, okay, I -(TM)m not exactly enthused about eating a banana all sexy-like, but I was expecting something worse. -Now before you get up on that podium and try to half ass it, I -(TM)d like to strongly encourage you to treat this exercise as seriously as any other swim team event. But in case my warning isn -(TM)t enough, as a little extra incentive, whoever gets voted as the worst sexy banana eater will be tickled mercilessly by my lovely compatriots here. - I can see the delightful glee in the eyes of the senior girls and I -(TM)m starting to get cold feet. -Aren -(TM)t you taking this a little far, Captain? Tickling? - I squeak, and I immediately regret my outburst as I come face-to-chest with the Captain again. -Doors right there, freshman. You can leave at any time. But if you want to be a part of the team, you have to bond with us. - As much as I want to skedaddle the heck out of here, my legs don -(TM)t budge. I -(TM)ve worked too hard for this. I make up my mind to make this the sexiest damn banana I -(TM)ve ever eaten. I really don -(TM)t want to lose this contest. And I hope Julie doesn -(TM)t lose, either. Sorry, Isabella. -Oh, and just so we -(TM)re clear, our little contest loser will have their hands tied to the ceiling. Just a precaution, just a precaution. Can -(TM)t have another Lisa incident. Anyways, I assume you you -(TM)re all fine with this? - The silence in the room is deafening. You could hear a pin drop. -Glad we -(TM)re all on the same page, girls, - booms the Captain cheerfully. -Stacy, go ahead and tell the boys it -(TM)s time to get started. - The Captain rolls her eyes. -Oh, don -(TM)t look so surprised. We -(TM)re not lesbians. It -(TM)s not like we can judge how sexy you -(TM)re eating a banana. - The Captain briefly glances at Stacy. -Well, most of us, anyway. - THE BOYS? Part 3 The doors bust open with a loud clang and the boys confidently march in wearing nothing but speedos. I have to tell you, if it weren -(TM)t for the fact that I -(TM)m about to sexily eat a banana in a desperate attempt to avoid a fate worse than death, I might be enjoying the show. I mean, damn. The boys swim team looks hot. But my admiration is cut short when I notice that MORE OF THEM ARE STILL COMING IN. Did she invite the entire fucking swim team? Pardon my language, I don -(TM)t usually curse, but seriously, what the hell? There must be at least 15 guys in here about to watch our contest, and I -(TM)m struggling to control my inner conflict. Hot boys, risk of imminent death by tickling... but hot boys! RISK OF IMMINENT DEATH BY TICKLING. Look, don -(TM)t judge me, I -(TM)m being perfectly reasonable considering the circumstances. Look at the bright side, I think, at least I don -(TM)t recognize any of them, right? But to my chagrin, one of the guys on the swim team gives me a wink. He has sexy, blonde, wavy hair and dreamy blue eyes. Wait a minute. Oh. My. God. Is that Sean from English class? The boy I -(TM)m crushing on? Seriously? Maybe he doesn -(TM)t recognize me. I close my eyes and pray to all that is holy, please don -(TM)t recognize me, please don -(TM)t recognize me, please don -(TM)t recognize me. -Kelsi, is that you? You made the team? Far out! - Fuck. Okay, I know drop/add ended yesterday, but maybe it -(TM)s not too late to request a transfer, on account of the fact that I am going to DIE if I have to see Sean nearly every day in English class until the end of the year. I don -(TM)t have too much time to dwell on the politics of transferring classes. The Captain is getting into another one of her speeches. -All right, ladies, it -(TM)s time to begin the amazing, the awesome, the astonishing and astounding, Sexy Banana Eating Conteeeeest! Is everyone excited? - I hear the boys cheering, hooting, and hollering. Excitement fills the room. -I can -(TM)t hear you! - This time, the Captain is so loud, I think even the people in the gym next door might be able to hear her through the solid brick wall. -ARE YOU GUYS EXCITED? - The guys give the Captain a real good hoot and cheer this time. It -(TM)s like I -(TM)m at a football game. I hate football. -Before we start, phones, phones, give me your phones. Let -(TM)s go people, any phones, put them here. - The senior girls all dump their phones in a laundry basket on command, followed by Julie, Isabella, and I. -I -(TM)d ask for the phones from the guys, but I don -(TM)t think that -(TM)s a phone in there. - The senior girls all break down giggling at the Captain -(TM)s joke, but there is nothing funny about this situation to me. I can -(TM)t believe that of all the people that could be on the boy -(TM)s swim team, it -(TM)s Sean, my biggest college crush. Why, cruel world, do you torment me so? -I think it goes without saying, but if I find any one of you so much as takes a photo of the bench in here, you -(TM)ll never swim again. What happens on swim team stays with swim team. Got it? - You -(TM)d have to have bigger balls than any of the guys here to argue with the Captain, that -(TM)s for sure. Could hear a pin drop. -All right, Isabella, you -(TM)re up. - Captain hands her a ripe, yellow banana, and moves her toward the makeshift podium they set up for the contest. The guys are all sitting on the benches in the back like a jury, ready to judge every aspect of her performance. I hope she sucks. No, not like that, I mean, I hope she -(TM)s bad. I really don -(TM)t like being tickled, okay? And if Isabella has to get her hands strung up to the ceiling and tickled until she -(TM)s begging for mercy so I can avoid getting tickled, well, that -(TM)s a sacrifice I -(TM)m willing to make. But she doesn -(TM)t suck. Or, well, she does. Ugh, I -(TM)m never going to be able to use that word again, am I? Isabella looks straight into the eyes of the jury as she slowly peels down the banana and puts her tongue at the base. She licks slowly upward and gives these incredible fuck-me eyes, and I can now hear cheering from both the girls and the guys. -Damn, girl, wish that was my banana! - A guy yells out. -Great technique, Bella, - I hear Stacy cheer. -I -(TM)d love to get a lesson or two! - She continues licking the banana all sexy before putting half of it in her mouth and slowly sliding it in and out. -She gonna make that banana come. - I hear a guy shout. When Isabella is done, she gets a huge round of applause from the guys with plenty of 8s and 9s being shouted out. They loved it. The next person is going to have a tough act to follow. -Go on, Julie, - Captain says. She hands her another big, ripe banana and pushes her towards the podium. Now, I have to tell you, up until now, my impression of Julie is that she -(TM)s from a kind of well-to-do family, and I just can -(TM)t imagine prim and proper Julie sexily eating a banana. Well, my opinion counts for nothing, because I kid you not, by the end of her performance, I -(TM)m convinced she could run a seminar for dick -- err, I mean, banana sucking. Julie starts by unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a sexy, sizable amount of cleavage, and she starts rubbing the banana up and down her chest. The guys on the jury are practically jumping out of their seats with excitement. -Guys, I wish I was a banana right now. - -Fasho, bro. - When she -(TM)s finally done with her chest, she unpeels the banana ever so slowly and teases the tip with her tongue. She gives just the tiniest hint of a lick before pulling away. She teases it with the expertise of an accomplished seductress before finally putting, I kid you not, the banana in its entirety in her mouth and moving it in a back-and-forth motion. The guys cheer even louder than they did for Isabella. Me, I -(TM)m in shock. I never would have guessed Isabella could do that just by looking at her. I have a lot to learn about people, I think. When Isabella is finished, the guys give her a standing ovation and I hear lots of 9s being thrown out. Well, I think, I -(TM)m in trouble. Maybe the tickling won -(TM)t last that long? I don -(TM)t have time to contemplate it before the Captain shoves a banana in my hand and pushes me on stage. Here I am for my big sexy banana eating debut. This is sure to go swimmingly. Let -(TM)s get this over with. I peel the banana down and when I muster up the courage, I start licking it. I decide to take a number out of Isabella -(TM)s book and try to look at the crowd with a sexy gaze, but what do I notice but Sean staring directly into my eyes. Oh. My. God. I -(TM)m so embarrassed, I could just die right here. But I know the consequences and I keep licking the banana. I think my performance is sure to go down in the history books as the worst performance ever in the Sexy Banana Eating Contest, but to my surprise, the guys go positively WILD. -She -(TM)s so shy. Fuck, that -(TM)s hot, - I hear one guy yell. -Damn, girl, you can practice on my banana any time, - I hear another guy shout. I -(TM)m actually encouraged by all massive cheering I hear from the jury section. They really like me, I think. I'm still in this. But my heart stops and I -(TM)m frozen in time when I hear Sean say, -You -(TM)re full of surprises, Kelsi. - This moment with my tongue on the tip of the banana feels like it goes on forever as Sean's eyes pierce me and I feel like I'm naked for the first time while being fully dressed. I am DEFINITELY transferring out of that English class. When I -(TM)m finally done with my performance, the guys give me a huge round of applause and I can even hear the occasional 10 shouted out. Perhaps I haven -(TM)t lost after all? It -(TM)s not over yet, I think. -All right, ladies, - the Captain booms with pride. -Great performances from all of you. I -(TM)ve never seen a banana have it so good. Stellar, honestly. But now, it -(TM)s time for the jury to discuss. Begin your deliberations. - The jury talks amongst themselves. I hear our names mentioned a lot and there seems to be a lot of argument amongst them. It doesn -(TM)t seem like an easy decision. But finally, after an agonizing wait, one of the guys I don -(TM)t know stands up to make an announcement. -We -(TM)ve come to a verdict. - -Excellent, - says the Captain cheerfully. -Who is our lucky winner? - The guy nods and begins to deliver a speech, almost as if we -(TM)re in a real court room proceeding. -We were all impressed with Isabella -(TM)s facial expressions. She did a really great job. Any banana would be lucky to, err, be eaten by her. And Julie, wow. Julie, Julie, Julie, let me just say, you -(TM)ve got a lot of fans here on the boy -(TM)s swim team. That boob job you gave the banana? We loved your boldness. That was one hell of a sexy banana eating. And that leaves Kelsi. Kelsi, there -(TM)s not a single guy here that didn -(TM)t love your performance. That shy girl act? Damn, who doesn -(TM)t love the idea of a girl giving a, err, EATING a banana for the first time. I think we must have spent the entire time arguing about it. We had a bit of a dilemma, you see. - A dilemma? -We all agree that you definitely, without a doubt, had the most exciting performance. - I won? I won! Heck yeah! Sorry, Isabella, but like I said, your body getting tickled is a sacrifice I -(TM)m willing to make for the greater good. Best. Day. Ever. -But unfortunately, you -(TM)ve always got to read the fine-print. It -(TM)s a sexy banana eating contest, not a popularity contest. While we all love the shy girl thing you -(TM)ve got going on, we don -(TM)t think it technically meets the requirements for being -~sexy. -(TM) - Waaaaaaah! You -(TM)ve got to be kidding me. All that speech and building me up, just to lose on a freaking technicality? This is so unfair. Objection, objection! I object! -All right, Kelsi, get on up here to the tickle podium. It -(TM)s your time to shine, doll, - the Captain says. -Ready to get naked? - NAKED? Part 4 Naked? Nobody said anything about getting naked. Screw this, I -(TM)m out of here. I wouldn -(TM)t even let my high school boyfriend see me in my underwear. If you think I -(TM)m just going to walk up there and let those maniacal succubi strip my clothes off in front of the entire boys -(TM) swim team, you -(TM)ve got another thing coming. I turn towards the door, but my legs don -(TM)t move. Instead, I reflect back on everything that I -(TM)ve been through. Those long summer months of heartfelt training... for three months, I went to the pool every single day and I -(TM)d work out until I hit my limit. I pushed myself harder than I had in any other sport, and no matter how much my legs or arms ached, I would think, no, Kelsi, you -(TM)re not finished yet. You can do more. I remember how I felt when the Captain said she was impressed, how she thought I had a real shot at varsity, the excitement of a possible scholarship that would free me from student loans, the feeling of pure joy when she said Julie and I made the team. I look at Julie -(TM)s face with her beautiful locks of silk and remember that feeling of comradery when I made my first friend... The old Kelsi, maybe, would have run out of here without a second thought, but that -(TM)s not me anymore. I -(TM)m not that shy little girl who ran away from my friends and hid in the parking lot just because I was too embarrassed for anyone to see me in a swimsuit. I -(TM)ve faced my fears and I -(TM)ve worked too hard to give up now. I -(TM)m not a quitter. My name is Kelsi and I -(TM)m not going to run away anymore! With new resolve, I walk up to the makeshift podium the girls -(TM) swim team created for the banana contest. Strip me of my clothes and tickle me if you must, but you can -(TM)t intimidate me into giving up my dreams. But when I actually step up on to the podium and I remember the entire boys -(TM) swim team is watching, my legs quiver. Oh. My. God. The reality of situation dawns on me. The entire boys -(TM) swim team is about to see me stripped down to my birthday suit and the senior girls are going to tickle me until I -(TM)m reduced to a whimpering mess, pleading and bartering anything they want for the slightest hint of mercy. Just imagining it makes my legs weak. I don -(TM)t want to do this, I think, but the strange sensations I feel in my lower body tell a different story. All that bravado about my name is Kelsi and I -(TM)m not running away anymore? Yeah, screw that. This was a TERRIBLE idea. Kelsi, what were you thinking? If you were even thinking at all! You're about to be stripped in front of the entire boys' swimming team. They're going to see you naked, Kelsi. NAKED! My daydreaming comes to an end as I notice everyone is staring at me. They -(TM)re waiting for me to take my clothes off. -Move it along, freshman, - barks the Captain. -I need to get home in time for Passions. Timmy is stuck down the well, and if you make me miss what happens, I am going to be VERY upset. - I -(TM)m on the cusp of my most treasured assets being revealed to a group of 20 something strangers, and she -(TM)s worried about missing her soap opera? You can -(TM)t make this shit up. Despite how much I want to join the swim team, I can -(TM)t move myself to take off my clothes while everyone is watching. In my moment of inner turmoil, it's Stacy that breaks from the group and walks over to me. She whispers in my ear, -Need some help? - I nod and she gives me sympathetic eyes. Her voice is smooth, melodic, and calming, and she whispers, -I was in your shoes once. It -(TM)ll be okay. Just try to have fun with it. - Speaking of shoes, she gently unties my sneakers and slips them off. As weird as it sounds, her words and gentle touch have a relaxing effect on me, and I feel my tense muscles start to relax. I feel Stacy -(TM)s soft hands lift my arms and the cool air touches my skin when she lifts my shirt. I am a knightess about to lose her armor. My cream-colored brassiere and modest cleavage are unveiled to the boys -(TM) feasting eyes. The tranquil silence breaks and a cacophony of cheering begins. Even the girls join in and I hear the wolf whistles and cat calls, the excitement in their voices unignorable, their joy contagious. I, too, almost want to join in and cheer, but I blush at my own caprice. Am I enjoying this, I wonder? No, no, no! This is literally the worst thing that -(TM)s ever happened to me. I can -(TM)t believe this is happening. They -(TM)re staring at me! Eeeeee, stop looking at my boobs! I think as I quickly fold my arms over my chest. -Hand it over, bro! I told you she was a C! - -No way, bro, she could totally be a B. - The Captain speaks up. She is the ever-present moderator and conflict resolver. -Can you clear that up for them, Kelsi? - Oh. My. God. Is she really going to make me do this? Forced to tell them my own cup size while being stripped and humiliated? I once again feel the conflict within myself as strange sensations radiate from my lower abdomen. I hate this, but also, it -(TM)s... kind of hot? What am I thinking? I don -(TM)t know what I -(TM)m thinking, but I get the feeling I -(TM)d better hurry up and answer. I just imagine how mad the Captain will be if she misses her soap. My imagination gets the better of me and I think about all sorts of humiliating things that I -(TM)m not brave enough to expand on here. In my mind -(TM)s eye, I imagine the Captain auctioning off the right to examine my bra and experience the humiliation of the boys reading off my exact size from the label. No! I think. I cry out, -I -(TM)m a C cup! - There is an eruption of cheers from the jury. -That -(TM)s $5. Hand it over, Johnny. - The one called Johnny gives an awkward laugh. -Must have left my wallet in my other pants. - I hear the girls giggling. Johnny -(TM)s attention returns to my chest. -They -(TM)re even bigger than I thought they -(TM)d be. Bro, I would love to be her banana. - -I feel you, bro, I feel you. Hey guys, let -(TM)s give a big cheer for Kelsi! - I hear them chanting my name. Kelsi, Kelsi, Kelsi! If it weren -(TM)t for the fact that I -(TM)m on display like a mall manikin, I might actually enjoy the attention. The Captain clears her throat and the boys shut up immediately. She looks directly at Stacy and points at the clock. It now says 8:30 p.m. -We -(TM)re on a deadline here. Are you helping Kelsi or volunteering for an encore performance? - Without skipping a beat, I feel Stacy -(TM)s nimble fingers unbutton my shorts and slide them down my legs, revealing my small, hipster-style panties. They -(TM)re bright white with lots of cute little red hearts on them. Why, I think, did I wear this underwear tonight? Well, Kelsi, you couldn -(TM)t have exactly predicted that you -(TM)d be showing them off to the boys -(TM) swim team. But also, are you really so naive? Maybe the next time someone invites you to an initiation, you might consider wearing some grown-up clothes? -Oh my gosh, - I hear Stacy yelp. -They -(TM)re so cute! - My humiliation is complete. Don -(TM)t look, Sean. I close my eyes, almost believing that if I close my eyes, this isn -(TM)t really happening, and the girls aren -(TM)t giggling at my child-like heart panties. I hear lots of words being thrown out like adorable and precious. Don -(TM)t look at me, I think, as I stand here in nothing but my bra, panties, and pink ankle socks. When they get bored of talking about my panties, I start to hear comments about how toned and sexy my slender legs are, how my tummy is mostly flat with just a little bit of roundness. Where I was once proud of the swimmer body that I meticulously sculpted in my summer workouts, it is now the instrument of my intense humiliation. The entire swim team has an unconstrained, unimpeded view of every slope and crevice on my body. I can literally feel the blood rushing to my face as I blush from the sheer audacity of the jury -(TM)s impetuous commentary. Again, the Captain points at the clock. 8:32pm. Has it really only been two minutes? It feels like I -(TM)ve been standing here for hours, but time has a way of slowing down when you -(TM)re the only one in your underwear. Stacy wastes no time using her nimble fingers to unhook my bra with the precision of a seamstress. Too proud to show weakness, I say nothing, but inside, I cry out, no! My armor, the last thing standing between the audience and my everything, my most sacred jewels that no boy has ever laid his lucky eyes upon. And now, to my misfortune, they -(TM)re no sacred jewels at all, but rather a grapefruit special on sale at Walmart that any random passerby could descry and discern. The locker room erupts with clamor and applause. There are hurrahs and shouting, an inspirational rally in response to my debut. It was almost as if the guys were attending a pep rally rather than witnessing my ultimate humiliation. I have no trouble believing they -(TM)re all having the absolute time of their lives. If I -(TM)m being honest, I feel a tinge of pride that I excite them so, but that doesn -(TM)t stop me immediately folding my arms across my chest. It -(TM)s a pointless gesture, because I know in only moments, my arms will be tied to the ceiling, but at least in this moment, I still have a sliver of control. -They -(TM)re so pink, bro! I told you. - I see two of the guys give each other a high five. The ridiculous way they talk and their flagrant use of words like bro and dude reminds me of Keanu Reeves in Bill & Ted -(TM)s Excellent Adventure, which only amplifies my mortification. I silently curse them, knowing that I -(TM)ll never again be able to travel with Keanu on his most excellent adventure through time. -You did, bro, you totally did! This is even better than I imagined. - -Look how ROUND they are, dude. Awesome! - -Bro, my dick is harder than it was when she ate that banana. - My heart skips a beat. I -(TM)ve been so laser focused on my current state of affairs that I hadn -(TM)t noticed that the entire boys -(TM) swim team HAS A FUCKING BONER. I can literally see their arousal through the thin, pliable material of their speedos and my eyes widen. Holy. Shit. -Holy shit, dude, look, she -(TM)s blushing! She -(TM)s so shy and it -(TM)s so hot. I -(TM)m so horny, I just want to rub one out, you know? - -Me, too, bro! - But before things can get any wilder, the Captain takes a stand and the cheering subsides. -Keep it in your pants, boys, unless you want to trade places with our little star. I promise you the ladies here don -(TM)t mind giving those bananas of yours a good waxing. - Now, me personally, I think that sounds like an EXCELLENT idea, but to my dismay, it -(TM)s not happening. The boys give her a thumbs up and my fantasy of getting to tickle hot guys in speedos comes to an abrupt end. I look to the clock and it -(TM)s only 8:35. Barely a few minutes have passed. Is there something wrong with this fucking clock, I wonder, not wanting to believe that this agonizing revelation has only lasted minutes instead of hours. -Captain, - Stacy says, -Can we keep her cute little panties on? I mean, just look at them. - Stacy twirls me around with a certain feminine grace, and everyone in the room gets a close look at my backside. -See the nice shape they give her cute little butt? - -I -(TM)ll allow it, - booms the Captain, ignoring the boos and jeers from the jury as they let us know of their disapproval. -Can it, boys. I agree with Stacy. They -(TM)re cute. - You have to admire how much the swim team respects her. From the moment I met the Captain, there hasn -(TM)t been a moment where she wasn -(TM)t in complete control. No one does anything without her approval, I think. My mind is split in two. On the one hand, thanks, Stacy, for saving my flower. Seriously. She singlehandedly saved me from total exposure. But on the other, there is something patronizing about being allowed to keep my panties just because they -(TM)re -~cute -(TM). Urgh, it makes me so mad! It -(TM)s not like I would ever wear panties with hearts all over them on a date that I thought might go somewhere. I have plenty of sexy lingerie. But for some stupid reason, I chose to wear the comfy, cute underwear, and now everyone is going to think this is what I wear all the time. I almost want to shout at them, I have lots of sexy underwear, you judgmental idiots! But my more rational side decides against listing out the contents of my underwear drawer to my tormentors. Maybe it -(TM)s not the best idea to give them even more ammunition, Kelsi. -All right, Stacy, can you please go get the bar? - Stacy seems to be the Captain -(TM)s second-in-command so to speak. The one the Captain can count on to get the job done. And I can -(TM)t deny that she certainly has a way of getting what she wants. When she was stripping me, she was so soothing and thoughtful, I almost wanted to thank her for removing my clothes, and I blush at the ridiculousness of the thought. I see Sean holding a bar with rope tied to it in the most peculiar pattern and he hands it to Stacy. Another one of the boys puts his head between Stacy -(TM)s legs and it -(TM)s exactly as dirty as you -(TM)re imagining. Whoosh, up she goes with a giggle onto his broad shoulders, and Stacy begins tying the rope to a fixture on the ceiling. The reason for the strange rope pattern becomes clear when Stacy effortlessly spins the bar and it goes round and round. The true purpose of its Machiavellian design was to ensure that I could be tickled from any angle. No crevice of my body would be safe from the swim teams -(TM) prying eyes. Redness rushes to my face again and I -(TM)m unsure if it -(TM)s from pleasure or anger. All I know is this is downright unfair. They never said anything about being naked when they started this stupid banana contest. I thought it was a stupid idea, but I was a good sport and participated anyway for the sake of team bonding. And despite having literally the best performance in the contest, they stripped me on a fucking technicality. The game was rigged! I cry out in my mind. Stacy raises my arms and ties each of my hands to a separate side of the bar. It -(TM)s tight enough to hold, but not so much that it causes pain or discomfort. My feet remain comfortably on the floor, and I -(TM)m thankful for small blessings. It could be worse, Kelsi. Remember that time Sophia showed you that girl suspended in bondage and you freaked out? Yeah, that could be you right now. This isn -(TM)t so bad, right? No, no, no, I think, it is definitely bad. My breasts are completely exposed and the boys are salivating. I think back to when I had to tell them I -(TM)m a C cup, when they excitedly pointed out how my tits were rounder than they expected, when that filthy boy said my nipples are so pink... I relive the moments and feel both utter shame and unfamiliar ecstasy. My thoughts are tormented by the embarrassment of it all, but my body betrays me with a longing for paradisal release. I close my eyes as Stacy finishes her work. My mind wanders and I find myself thinking about the most deplorable acts. I lose myself in my thoughts. I think about Sean touching my skin and the river of pleasure flows into me. I begin to smile before being rudely awakened by the sound of argument. I -(TM)m brought back to the reality of my circumstance. -No, I want to tickle her first, - says one of the senior girls. They -(TM)re fighting over who gets to tickle me. Lovely. -Now, now, - the Captain says, gently pacifying her minions. -Surely you can resolve this in a more civilized manner. - -Rock, paper, scissors? - the girl says. I proceed to, I kid you fucking not, watch the senior girls play several rounds of the school-yard game they call rock paper scissors. I cannot believe that they are playing this stupid game to decide who gets to fucking tickle me. Un-freaking-believable. -Aww, don -(TM)t look so glum, - the senior girl says to three dejected looking ladies. -You -(TM)ll get your turn. We -(TM)ll leave some scraps, I promise! - I hear incessant giggling and my mortification intensifies. I look now to the boys and I notice the texture of their speedos. They -(TM)re all rock hard. Disgusting, I think, but also, wow... I can hardly believe their speedos can actually hold back so much mass. Spandex is truly magical. Stacy moves back to the Captain -(TM)s side as the three fully dressed senior girls approach me with a psychotic gleam in their eyes. So it begins, I think, so it begins. -Where are you most ticklish, darling? - the senior girl asks me. Here is some life advice. When a psychotic tickling maniac asks you where you -(TM)re ticklish, you LIE. You give the most convincing lie you can muster and give it to them with a straight face. You should, under no circumstances, tell them where you are most ticklish. -Um, under my arms, - I say, and it sounds more like a question than a statement. So much for telling it with a straight face. I can feel dozens of soft, tiny fingers dig into the sensitive skin of my underarms and my voice breaks into laughter. For the first time tonight, it is not the laughter and cheers of the hot, speedo-clad boys, or the booming voice of the Captain, or the twisted giggling of the girls, but my own voice that fills and echoes throughout the locker room. I give out a wild howl as I involuntarily make the most humiliating noises. I am so ticklish, this is unbearable, but I persevere. I dare not ask them to stop, not now. To give up now, after being stripped and presented on a makeshift stage, after being tied to the ceiling, and somehow not join the team? It -(TM)s unthinkable. I must endure it, I think to myself stoically. -Ha, ha, ha, oh, my, gosh, ha, ha, please, guys, it, tickles, ha, ha, so, much, - I can barely speak, my laughter interrupting every word I attempt to enunciate. When you -(TM)re being tickle tortured, you speak in vowels. I try to twist and protect my vulnerable armpits from the claw-like grip of my tormentors to no avail. I cackle and howl, yet they do not relent. -Girls, I think she was lying. Do you think she was lying? - -Those don -(TM)t sound like the squeals of a girl being tickled in her most vulnerable spot to me. - -The truth, Kelsi. We -(TM)re not leaving until you do, - the girl says. And then she whispers in my ear, -and Passions starts in an hour. - Unbelievable. I find myself hoping Timmy drowns in that stupid well. Out of a sense of self preservation, I decide to go with a lie that, while humiliating, I think they might believe. -My nipples, - I say, and I hang my head in shame. I can -(TM)t believe I -(TM)m going to let them touch and tickle my nipples. I -(TM)ve never even let anyone look at my breasts, much less touch them, and here I am letting these ladies skip straight on over to third base. Unfortunately, it -(TM)s the most believable lie I can think of on the fly without betraying my most vulnerable secret. It begins again. I feel their soft fingers brush against my breast. My treacherous body fills with a brief delight moments before I break down into a roar of uncontrollable laughter. Oh, my, God, I think. I glance at the jury, who are no doubt enjoying the show, but imagine my shock to once again find myself pierced by Sean -(TM)s gaze. He looks directly into my eyes and time stops completely. I see myself through his eyes, a young, busty swimmer stripped down to her heart-filled panties, arms tied to the ceiling, breasts jiggling rhythmically in the air, being tickled mercilessly by a trio of demonic succubi, the ecstasy of my defeat served to him with pleasure. How he must be reveling in my humiliation, I think. Yet his eyes do not show that gleam of darkness, of superiority and conceit. No, his gaze is of adoration and kindness, it shows a kind of admiration. The word appreciation fills my mind -(TM)s eye. I... don -(TM)t know how I feel. My connection with Sean breaks as the girls twist me around and I find myself facing the wall. The senior girl holds my chin with her fingers ever so gently. -Kelsi, we all want to go home at some point. Your tickle spot, please, - she says serenely. I say nothing, paralyzed by the fear of them discovering my most deeply held secret. -Maybe it -(TM)s your inner thigh? - She runs her fingers across my inner thigh and I squirm, letting out a guffaw of laughter. -That -(TM)s not it. Maybe something embarrassing, like your little booty? - She lightly runs her fingers along the crease between my thigh and butt and I blush crimson red. -Hmm, that -(TM)s not it, either. Where could it be? - she says gingerly, lightly running her fingers across my body. It -(TM)s only for a sliver of a moment, but I briefly glance down at my socks. My blood runs cold as the nameless siren bursts out into the biggest smile. She knows. -Oh, of course, it -(TM)s so obvious. I really am a dumb blonde, aren -(TM)t I? - She giggles. -Your most ticklish spot is your feet. Of course it is. - -No, it -(TM)s not, - I cry. -It -(TM)s my ribcage. I -(TM)m ticklish on my ribcage. - But it -(TM)s too late. No one entertains my obvious lie. I feel my legs lift up into an L-shape and they gently remove my tiny pink ankle socks. In what feels like a flash, the senior ladies turn me back around towards the jury and I feel my butt slide across a bench, my body forced into a seated position. My nightmare is now realized and I silently pray for mercy. Please, anywhere but my feet. Almost as if my prayers are answered, I hear the Captain -(TM)s booming voice. -Time -(TM)s up, ladies. Give your teammates a turn. - I can see Stacy jump up with glee as she and two other senior girls skip towards me. Oh no. No, no, no, no, no. This isn -(TM)t happening, I think, but my thoughts are powerless to stop the trio of foxy vixens gleefully eying my feet. -Please don -(TM)t tickle my feet, - I cry out.