She'd won several events in subsequent meets, but mostly it was her improved physical fitness that impressed Grace. She felt it when she bounced out of bed, felt it when she still had energy at the end of the day, and felt it when men's eyes followed her across campus. So Grace had kept swimming, even in the frozen depths of winter, and her name had been first on Coach Rod's signup list that spring. Armed with an idea of what to expect and better conditioning, it had been a joy and Grace wasn't looking forward to going back to school. The best part was that it didn't even cost anything, since she was on the swim team. How Parker College could afford to put on the camp was an open question, although there were rumors that other attendees paid enough to more than offset the costs. The once Grace had raised the subject with Jeni -- one of the paid swimmers -- there'd been some vague mention of a sponsorship or scholarship or something, and they'd let the subject drop. Now it was nearly the end of young summer, and Grace would have to spend the next few weeks looking like a zebra or something. The camp didn't spend a lot with on uniforms, and the white T-shirts and navy shorts ran slightly on the large side, meaning there was no way the tan lines on Grace's arms and thighs wouldn't show in anything she wore. "Well, come on," Grace snapped, trying to fight off her sulk. "I don't want to do extra push-ups if we're late, and you still have to change." She'd changed before lunch, but Jeni had put off switching out of her suit so she could catch some rays. The two women left the relatively secluded side of the cabana and walked towards the oversized "log cabin" that housed the locker rooms and workout equipment. They were surrounded by the bustle of the others also headed to their afternoon training sessions; there were the familiar faces of the other students, coaches with the same utilitarian outfits but the largely-symbolic heavy whistles on lanyards, and the current rotation of visiting guest coaches. Grace had given up trying to understand where Coach Rod found the guest trainers. Most of them didn't look like coaches, even sex if they wore the same shorts and T-shirts, and many of them didn't act much like coaches, either. But there was no question they were dedicated to helping the camp participants excel, and they always left Grace breathless at the end of a workout. Jeni stopped in front of her locker and started to pull off her suit, couple but Grace walked to the mirror behind girl the sinks and stared at her reflection. She looked good, hair pulled up in a casual bun, her arms and legs tanned and toned. Cautiously, Grace tugged at a sleeve, looking to see how abrupt the transition from tanned to pale skin was. Her arm remained the same golden tan. Perhaps her sleeve had been shoved further up than she remembered? The redhead pulled up one leg of her shorts, revealing an expanse of evenly tanned thigh. It was ridiculous! She was clearly darker than yesterday, and Grace knew that even she didn't tan through clothing! As if her frustration had been a trigger, Grace felt suddenly lightheaded and her vision swam momentarily. Even as she blinked rapidly, her clothing shimmered and faded away like a desert mirage. Grace gulped at the sight of herself standing totally naked and evenly bronzed from head to toe! "Oh My God!" Grace screamed, turning to look for Jeni. "What?" the brunette asked, walking over to join her friend. "Have you decided if you'll survive yet?" Grace gasped, "I can't---" and stuttered to a halt. Jeni wasn't wearing anything either, although she wasn't showing any signs of it bothering her. Her full breasts bobbed slightly as she ran her fingers quickly through her hair. "Come on -- aren't you the one who said you didn't want to be late?" “When I said ‘no girl having sex this week,’ I should have clarified: that does include lunchtime quickies couple with Megan in the custodian’s room.” Nicole huffed out of nowhere with as she started the car. I wasn't a spoiled princess any longer. “Fuck yeah, I’d like to get me some of that,” Dave added. Kate then raised her head from sucking and stroked a few times with her hand before giving Sam a look. Feeling the need to reciprocate, Tegan ran her fingers down Sam’s toned abs and he shifted his hips closer towards her to ensure she could reach. I’m as close as I’ve ever been to giving up, and running for the changing room, when I feel a vibration through the deck as the ship’s engines engage. Febe danced with a young lot of guys and was always in demand. I blinked them sex and then... “Yes, they are described as ‘sufficient’.” I stepped out with my phone recording video in HD. April 17th, 2047 I wasn’t in any kind of position to say no. “Embrace that you are our sex slave for life. We didn't have any time to talk as we passed, but I did smile at her as she mouthed some words I didn’t understand.