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 Author: Ribeye98
Title: Thornwood Episode II - School Pride
Part: 5 of 44
Summary: Rachel's spiral of arousal and embarrassment continues with
school pride day.
Keywords: fsolo, mast, exhib, voy, humil, nc, mf, Mf, 1st, bd,
blackmail, toys, nosex
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   Principal Robinson hated School Pride Day.  In fact, it was probably his
least favorite day of the year.  This year was shaping up to be no
different.  He didn't know when the tradition had started but he vowed to
end it next year.  The first thing it did was highlight the difference
between students with specific talents and those with none.  That created
inevitable animosity.  The bullies were on high alert and hunting for
trouble and the noise levels in the halls were higher than they should be.
He was standing in the main hallway, which was more like a zoo about now,
trying to maintain order.
   On top of that were the uniforms themselves.  Every year, someone would
file a complaint about one of the teams' uniforms.  Usually it was a parent
whose daughter didn't make the cheerleading squad.  As usual, the
cheerleading uniforms this year had pushed the envelope.  Dozens of teenage
cheerleaders showed up to school wearing their thin satin halter tops. 
Because they were a backless design which didn't hide bra straps very well,
they had decided as a team to go without bras.  The girls loved all the
commotion, but it just meant more work for Principal Robinson.
   The Earth Friends Club had decided on today to stage a protest.  Those
little hippies in training had shown up wearing oil soaked animal skins in
protest of the recent oil spill or something.  He couldn't send them home
because they were `exercising their constitutional right to peaceful
protest' but the greasy mess they had left caused almost as big a commotion
as the cheerleaders.  The band members showed up in their full polyester
dress uniform.  Two had already fainted from the heat and were waiting in
his office to be sent home.
   Then there was the swim team.  Several of the parents of last year's
team had already met with him about the new coach.  He pretended to listen,
but wrote it off to bitterness about the changes this year.  Eventually,
they went over his head to the school board.  He was actually glad about
that; one less problem for him.  He would just do whatever the board
decided.  But when one of the swim team members showed up to School Pride
Day with his ass exposed and his junk in a bag and another girl in a suit
with her entire chest exposed had a breakdown, it became his problem.  He
called Coach Ron who assured him he would get things under control.  He
warned Coach Ron that the school board would get things under control very
quickly if he didn't.
   It was into that circus Rachel walked as she entered the school.  The
first and last day of school are usually the loudest, but today was even
louder.  She was thankful for all the distractions.  Without them a naked
girl walking into the school would be the topic of the day for everyone. 
She did get a few weird looks from some students, but quickly made it the
short distance to the aquatic center without incident.
   Coach Ron noticed his favorite swimmer enter the locker room and get in
line to receive her warm-up.  He wasn't sure if she would actually show up.
She was using her backpack and gloves to cover the important parts, but the
parts that were showing were amazing.  Most of the other members had
already come through and he was getting to the end of his last box.
   Rachel noticed something weird while waiting in line.  Thornwood's
school colors were red and white, but most of the warm-ups being handed out
were blue and gold; the colors of Eastern Academy, Thornwood's biggest
rival.  Coach Ron addressed the line again.
   "I am sorry to report that there was a mix up with the uniform supply
company.  As you can clearly see, we were shipped the wrong colors.  In
addition, we did not receive the correct number of warm-ups, so we have had
to ration them.  I can assure you we will remedy the situation as quickly
as possible and get true Thornwood red warm-ups.  In the meantime you may
wear these warm-ups to School Pride Day."
   There was a groan from the room but Rachel was relieved.  She was
terrified Coach Ron was about to say they ran out of warm-ups.  She pushed
to the front and Coach Ron greeted her.  His memory of patting her butt
came rushing back.
   "I'm sorry about the warm-ups Rachel.  This is all we have left." He
handed her a blue jacket with gold stripes.  Although it was the wrong
color, it looked like it would fit.  She hesitantly slipped her backpack
off onto the floor.  Coach Ron tried not to stare at the nice view of her
body as she took off her gloves to put on the jacket and work the snaps. 
The warm-up was designed to be conveniently pulled off for athletes so it
had snaps up the front and back as well as up the arms.  It actually pulled
apart into four pieces.  It was made of a lightweight and very thin
material, like a windbreaker.  There were no pockets.  Her breasts jiggled
freely underneath and her nipples poked out in front, but it did provide
cover.
   Rachel finished the snaps and looked up at Coach Ron expectantly waiting
for the matching pants.  He just stood there and watched as the realization
slowly sunk in.  They were out of pants.  "I had to ration them, Rachel. 
There weren't enough in the shipment so each member only got a top or a
bottom.  The boys mostly took the pants and shorts.  All we have left are
jackets."
   "But I can't go to school in this!" Rachel raised her arms.  The hem of
the jacket shot up to her waist exposing everything.
   "And why not?" Coach Ron held all the cards.  It was only a matter of
playing them one at a time.  "You should be proud of your membership on the
swim team.  Today is a day to exhibit school spirit.  No matter what color
the team warm-ups are, you are all Thornwood red underneath." He thought of
the red blush under her jacket and contained a little smile before
continuing.  "We need to raise the profile of the swim team at Thornwood
before we begin on the surrounding community.  You are still wearing your
swimsuit after all."
   **Raise the profile?!  If I wear this to class, it will raise a lot more
than profiles.
   Coach Ron adopted a serious tone to play his trump, "Rachel, another
student has already gone home.  I had to dismiss her from the team.  If you
are unable to show pride in your team, we will have no place for you.  You
may stay here and decide, but I have to get back to work." Coach Ron was
understaffed.
   He didn't have his student assistants working yet and he only had one
assistant coach.  When he got the job, there were plenty of young assistant
coaches at the athletic club back in Switzerland.  They all wanted the
chance to learn on the job in America.  He had his pick of the applicants
and had specifically chosen Johanna.  She spoke passable English and was
willing to work hard, but had a timid personality.  Because she had no
prior knowledge of American customs, she followed Coach Ron's lead and
didn't question his crazy decisions.  The other assistant coach, a
carryover from the previous staff, quit not long after Coach Ron arrived.
Being shorthanded kept him busy on days like this but he could handle it.
   Rachel's mind was spinning.  She had to get a grip.  Her options were
limited.  If she asked to go home, Coach Ron would kick her off the team
and give her warm-up to another swimmer.  That would leave her with the
long, shameful walk home in nothing but her suit.  She looked down at
herself and thought about Coach Ron's school spirit speech.  Was she
actually considering this?  The thin jacket came down to her thigh like a
miniskirt.  That left her long legs completely bare all the way down to her
feet.
   Coach Ron watched out of the corner of his eye.  He knew she was
considering it when she started experimenting with her arms.  She raised
and lowered them to see how high she could reach before exposing something
inappropriate.  He loved the peep show; her little lower lips flashing
almost every time she rose up.
   She got his attention, "What about the shoes, coach?" Coach Ron smiled.
The question meant she had convinced herself to wear the jacket to class.
   "They are training shoes, designed to build muscle.  They are only meant
to be worn during workouts, but I suppose you can wear them today.  It is
School Pride Day, after all and at least they sent those in the right
colors.  What's your size?" He acted like he was making a special exception
for her.  She brightened at that.  At least she could be proud of her
special training shoes.
   He handed her a pair of the correct size.  On top they looked like
normal white tennis shoes with a red stripe.  But the soles didn't look
like anything she had ever worn.  They were very thick and rounded.  After
lacing them up she stood to take a step and almost fell over.  The hard
thick soles added four inches of height.  In addition, they were designed
to work your leg muscles as you walked.  Rachel had to constantly adjust
her stance to remain upright, flexing her shapely calf and thigh muscles.
It was like standing on tennis balls.  It would take days in these shoes to
fully get the hang of it.
   But Rachel didn't have enough time.  She was close to being late for
class.  She would have to learn it as she walked.  So she got her backpack
on and headed for the exit before she lost her nerve.  As she stumbled to
the door the backpack shifted a little and the straps of the jacket pulled
tight across her chest.  Two of the weak snaps popped open revealing the
inner curves on her chest.
   That was one of the problems she had with her gloves.  It was almost
impossible to reattach the snaps because she couldn't use her fingers. 
With enough patience, she got her modesty back in place.  There was nothing
she could do about the little gaps between each snap.  She could feel the
air seeping into every gap and knew each one meant a little patch of her
skin was showing.  That was nothing compared to the skin showing on her
legs.  Because of the damn gloves, she couldn't grab and hold her hemline
down.  There weren't even pockets for her to place her hands in and weigh
it down with.
   All she could do was smooth it down with the palms of her hands.  As she
did, her hand reached out to feel the smooth skin of her upper thigh, but
the gloves prevented even that.  She snapped back to reality and chastised
her hormones for the moment of weakness.  Rachel was out of time, so she
mustered all her school pride and stepped into the halls of Thornwood on
her way to class.
   All she could do now was keep her flattened hand ready to cover her
crotch in an emergency and hope her `miniskirt' jacket was long enough. 
She was about to find out...TO BE CONTINUED
  
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