It was the last week of summer vacation but for that one day, at least, life was good. I was at the pool soaking up rays with my two friends, Ben Daire and Dan Thatte. Dan's new girlfriend Teah Schurt was with us. My name is Adam Jonson.

The three of us guys had been together all through high school. Dan was the shortest, maybe 5' 10" or so, and he was definitely the ladies man. He had a slender build and a friendly disposition that girls just went for. At 6' 2" I was the tallest and the bulkiest, because I spent so much time working out for the swim team. I was OK with girls but I'd never dated a lot. Ben was the gadget man of the group and also the skinniest, even though he was six feet tall. He liked girls but was awkward with them. We were all beginning our Senior years.

Teah was starting her junior year. She was a little shorter than Dan, and quite thin. Her hair was light brown and hung to her shoulder blades. Somehow, she never got a tan and never got burnt. She was pleasant but shy, meticulous about her appearance, a bit sheltered and innocent. Except that nobody could be that innocent.

The breeze was warm and the air was sweet. It was just a perfect lazy, hazy, crazy day of summer. I tipped my hat over my face and felt the sun caress my shoulders.

It was the biggest swim meet of the year: the conference finals. Attendance at swim meets was usually sparse, but for this event the whole school has showed up to watch. The announcer called my event, 200 Meter Individual Medley, and then my name, Adam Jonson, Bald Mountain High School. I confidently strode out of the locker room and onto the starting block.

Then suddenly, everyone was laughing! I looked around without a clue, and the crowd laughed harder! Then, I realized the awful truth. Somehow, in the excitement of the meet, I'd forgotten my suit! Every cell in my body wanted to rush back into the locker room, but the starter had already called the event! I had no choice but to mount the block and wait for the starting signal.

An eternity later, the signal blew and I jumped into the relative safety of the water. My entry was almost perfect - hardly a splash - but this provided the crowd a perfectly clear view of my butt! They, as I began my butterfly, I realized my naked ass would be clearly visible and pulsing with each stroke!

But someone else was in my lane! A girl with spiky black hair and olive skin, naked from head to toe except for a pair of swim goggles! I lunged forward, hoping against all hope to avoid a collision, and then she dived! I began swimming over her, then she grabbed my dick and held on for dear life!

This was the biggest meet of the year. I had to continue! So I kicked and stroked as hard as I could, dragging her along until it was time for my turnaround. Then, lady luck stepped in. The naked girl couldn't match my turnaround and I left her behind.

Except that she'd given me the biggest erection of my life! And this leg was the backstroke! My dick was poking above the water like a periscope, and the crowd was chanting, "Stroke, stroke, stroke," in unison with my swimming! If only I could make the turnaround and start the breaststroke! A least then, only my butt would be on display.

Turnaround! Incredibly, I still held the lead! Swimming breaststroke, my butt was even more exposed than during the butterfly, but I held the lead! Then the naked chick was there again, floating on her back, legs open, right in front of me! There was no time to go around! I'd have to run her over!

Oh no! As I tried to slide over her body, my dick got stuck in her! There was no shaking her off; she was grabbing my neck! Desperately I spun a few times, hoping she would lose her grip. And she did!

Now it was time for the last turnaround and then freestyle. The naked chick tried to grab me again but I passed her so fast that she had no chance. I was swimming like a jet ski! Then, the starting block loomed just within my reach! I tapped it, and the crowd roared because not only had I won; I'd set a new conference record!

Ecstatic, I leapt out of the pool and strutted over to receive my medal. Only to remember once again that I'd forgotten my suit! The laughter was cruel and unceasing! How would I ever live this down?

The naked chick was holding my trophy! Apparently, she was the presenter! And from the way she was approaching me, I think she was planning more than a peck on the cheek! My dick was bigger than the trophy!

Then, Ben was talking. "Looks like you're having a good time there, bud," he remarked. I pulled my hat off of my face and glanced over at him.

"Uh, you want another towel?" Ben asked.

"I haven't been in the water," I reminded him.

"Maybe you shoulda been," he observed. "At least sit up, OK?"

I looked down at my briefs, saw the problem, and sat up. Then I put the towel on my lap. It wasn't a good day for wearing Speedos.

"So, what time are you supposed to show up for registration?" Ben wanted to know.

"Thanks, I've been trying not to think about school. It's in the afternoon, though. One o'clock, I think. Why?"

"Mine's in the morning. I thought maybe I could bum a ride, but no big deal. Dan, what about you?"

"Morning. I'll pick you up on the way."

"Me too," said Teah.

"You, too," said Dan.

"Is that bitch Vivian still over there?" I asked no one in particular, hoping I wouldn't have to shift around to look. She'd be on the east deck, of course, where the naked kids hung out. We were on the west.

"Yeah, it looks like she's playing cards with that friend of hers Crystal and that guy who rode up on the Harley. Maybe that'll keep her busy," Ben volunteered. He was more into watching the shenanigans over there than I was. I mean, some of those kids were so flipping flagrant. Then there was Vivian.

"What time is it?"

"Quarter to four. Whatsa matter, too hard to turn around?"

"No, I'm getting up to take a few dives," I replied. And so, after a few preliminary checks, I stood up, stretched, and headed for the diving boards. At least the lines weren't long.

A moment later, I felt two objects press against my back. Then came a dreaded female voice: "Hey, watch who you're bumping into, Yonson. This ain't The Program, you know." I hate it when people pronounce my name that way.

"I didn't bump into you. You bumped into me," I responded without turning around. "Anyway, why are you in this line? This is for the high dive."

"I keep lookin' for the big one, you know? Hey, watch out, you're about to bump me again. Whatsa matter Yonson, you need to make room for sumthin' up there?" she taunted. "Turn around; lemme see."

"No, I wasn't making room for anything. I didn't even move," I replied. "Look, I'm trying to prepare for this dive. Let me think, OK?"

"What, now you can't think when I'm around? Or is it all the time? Would it help if I jumped up and down in front of you?"

"Yeah, maybe it would," I answered, spotting my pal Ethan at the head of the line. Ethan was on the swim team with me.

"Hey Ethan," I called. "Come here a minute, would you? You can trade places with this spiky, black-haired, naked person who bumps into people from behind."

Vivian somehow missed the comeback and seconds later she was climbing the ladder to the high dive. She was firm and taut, I'll give her that. She was muscular as well, though a bit too much for my taste. And fairly tall: about 5' 10". Ethan seemed to enjoy the view, but I just looked around.

"Has she ever dived from up there?" Ethan asked after she reached the platform.

"Damned if I know," I replied. "Seems like it'd rip her tits off, even if they are as hard as a football."

"How'd you know that?" Ethan asked. "You two been feeling each other up?"

"Hardly. I mean, they have that shape, and you can see it when she walks. And she keeps bumping into me."

"Why, does she like you?"

"Get real," I replied. "OK, let's see this. Here she goes."

Vivian started her run down the board and kept going until she was treading air. Then, she grabbed her knees and made a tremendous splash as her naked butt hit the water. Some drops landed on Ethan and me.

"Damn, I hope she was clean," I remarked.

"She looked pretty good climbing the ladder," Ethan noted, clearly knowing he shouldn't have. I mean, that wasn't really the point.

When my turn on the board came, I hung my toes on the end of the board, sprung, and spun a clean double roll. Vivian was nowhere around, so I went a couple more times and then headed back to Dan and Ben.

"You guys ready to go?" I asked. "They'll be closing in a few minutes."

"Yea, I guess," said the others and we headed to our respective locker rooms. I was just about to pull off my Speedos when I heard the dreaded female voice behind me.

"So, you gonna take a shower or a pee, Yonson?" it asked.

"What are you doing in here, Vivichelli?" I asked in return. "This isn't The Program, you know."

"It's OK now," she said. "Ever since that Equal Access thing."

She was referring to the Equal Access To Facilities Act, a piece of legislation that was supposed to make exclusive men's clubs illegal. But a couple of court decisions later, every public washroom in the state was unisex. It had something to do with sporting events, and the lines at the women's washroom always being longer.

"Well, unless you plan to get dressed, it seems you have no further business here. See ya!"

"I might have to pee," she replied. "Like, in a few minutes. I can feel it coming on."

"Never mind, I'll drive home in my suit," I decided. Dan and Ben followed me out as Vivian headed toward the open showers.

We had to wait a few minutes for Teah to finish in the locker room formerly known as Women's, then we all piled in the car and headed out.

"Does that chick like you?" asked Ben as we left the parking lot.

"No, I think she hates me," I replied. "Why else would she keep bugging me all the time?"

"Not one of The Program's greater success stories, eh?" said Ben.

"She was never in The Program," Dan explained. "She just showed up naked on the first day of school last year. I don't think she's worn anything since."

"How can she do that?" I wondered aloud.

"Well, some people just like it. I'm sure she has her reasons," Teah said. "Maybe she just likes intimidating people that way."

"Maybe," I allowed. "But if she's gotta be weird, I wish she'd just get a nose ring or whatever."

By the time I got home, my skin was itching from pool chlorine. My mom gave me a funny look because I still had my Speedos on, but I just ran upstairs, grabbed some clean clothes from my room, and headed into the bathroom for a shower. After getting dressed, I opened the bathroom door, rinsed out my suit, and hung it on the shower rod to dry.

I found my mom downstairs in the kitchen, working on dinner and watching the evening news. A naked man and a naked women were standing in front of the news desk, reading stories about the President, Congress, and the economy of Bulgaria. After that, a naked chick stood in front of a map explaining the weather, then a naked guy talked over film clips of naked people playing tennis and golf. It's all about ratings, I guess.

"Don't forget you have school registration tomorrow," Mom reminded me.

"Yeah, I know. I'm ready."

"And you have your six-month checkup with Doctor Polk on Wednesday," she continued.

"Yeah, I know."

"Are you going to revise any factors?"

"What for?"

"Well, I though maybe you'd want body hair again, or more muscles, or, you know, bigger, or something."

"You know I hate shaving myself for swim meets," I told Mom. "I mean, yeah, it seems kind of fem not having pubic hair, but the rest of the team is the same way, and not that many guys see me in gym. And as to muscles, I'm already at the limit for competition."

"Are you as big as you want to be?" she asked.

"Yeah, coach says 6 foot 2 is a good height."

Mom paused.

"Oh that," I blushed. "I really don't think about it. Do you think I'm small? How would you know?"

"Oh, I haven't been peeking or anything, at least not at you," she replied. "But some of the young men I see on TV, or even around town, seem pretty huge these days. Your dad had it done, you know."

"Dad had his thing blown up?" That didn't seem right at all.

"You make it sound like a firecracker in a bratwurst," she giggled. "I mean, your father and I never had a problem with each other; it's just a change. He's had to start wearing different pants. I'm surprised you didn't notice."

"No, Mom, I don't keep an eye on Dad's pants or, for that matter, his crotch. That's between you two. I mean, would he want you talking to me about this?"

"He probably wouldn't mind, but let's not tell him, OK? I want you to get contraception, though."

"Why? I'm not having sex with anyone, and I don't think it's gonna happen in the next six months."

"Well, if you don't want to make any babies in the next six months, then you shouldn't have any objections to making sure of that. It's just safer. I mean, you're going to get AIDS and STD protection, right? Just in case that mad moment or evil toilet seat comes along? Why is that different from getting pregnancy protection?"

"OK; you win; I'll tell the doctor," I promised. "Anything else? You want me to grow tits or anything?"

"No, dear, of course not. I know some boys have done that, but on most of them it looks silly. Just take care of yourself."

I wanted to ask her which boys with tits looked sensible, but another thought prevailed.

"Uh. Mom, when did you last go to the doctor?"

"It was a couple of months ago. Same time as your dad. Why do you ask?"

"Did you, uh, ..."

"Nothing major, dear. The doctor thought I should decrease fat retention, and I decided to improve my musculature a bit. My skin tone has improved. That and, well, a few things to please your father."

I raised my eyebrows.

"Well, I nuked my body hair, same as you've done, and my breasts are firming up quite a bit. What's wrong?"

"I hope your, ah, don't end up hard as football, that's all. Sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"Oh no, that's OK. I mean, we were just talking. Anyway, I know what you mean, and I didn't sign up for that. The doctor only recommends it for women who jump around a lot, like cheerleaders and athletes. I just went far enough so I don't need to wear a bra anymore."

This was getting just too weird. Fortunately, Effie and Jeffie broke the spell by getting home from their friends' house. Effie and Jeffie were twins, both 13 at the time, and as similar as a developing boy and girl could possibly be. To emphasize this, they always wore identical hair styles and clothes. This led to some interesting situations when Effie wanted to wear a skirt, or a dress, or patent leather shoes. The battle over swimsuits was an annual event but somehow the family survived.

The twins arrived just before my dad, which was good because Dad didn't like to wait for dinner. I guess we were a pretty normal family, and did all the normal stuff together. Except that now I kept trying to size my dad's dick.

After dinner Dad watched Monday Night football, which had grown weird since the players started wearing only a cup, shoes, pads, and helmets. Certain guys, like the kickers, didn't even wear that, and for safety reasons, nobody wore spikes. Of course there were naked cheerleaders too, and commercials with naked people drinking beer, naked people driving cars, and naked people taking vacations. The naked women selling tampons and douches were the worst. The Shafters were leading the Cummers 24-7 at the half, so I just did my weights, went to bed, and jacked out. So much for ratings.