I was a freshman in college- I had just started at this small, formerly all-women school. I say formerly, but it was still practically all women. It was a strange change of pace and I was still getting used to it.
I hadn't joined any clubs yet and was having a hard time making friends. I did swim team in high school, so I wanted to try that, but I knew the school only had a women's team. The practices had already started, but I emailed the coach anyways and she thankfully invited me to try a practice:
"Jonathan,
Yes, you may join our practice. I'm not sure how meets would work but it'll at least be good to give the girls someone to compete against. Come at 7 PM Monday. Don't worry about bringing a suit, we provide the practice uniform.
Coach Casey"
Monday night, I showed up to the natatorium alone. The girls had a locker room, but because of the recent gender integration, they hadn't had time or really the need to build a boys locker room yet. Coach Casey was standing poolside so I decided to check in with her.
"Hi Coach, I'm-"
"Jonathan, I assume."
"Yeah."
She wore a sweatsuit that hid her curves some, but I could still tell they were there. She was blonde, and surprisingly a bit taller than me. I was 5'10", so she must be 6'. And if I had to guess her age, I'd say around 30.
"Jonathan, we don't have a dressing room available, but for you it won't be necessary. I thought about it, and I think you should follow the same dress code as the womens' team."
I took a second to process that.
"So I-"
Just then, a couple of the womens' swimmers exited the locker room and headed towards us. They were all wearing sports bra-like swim tops and... no bottoms.
"We did some research here at the university and determined that the fastest possible suit for women swimmers is a sleek top to contain their breasts, but no bottoms to avoid the extra friction of a suit. And fully shaved, of course."
I looks at the girls again. Yep, fully shaved.
"So my uniform is nothing."
"Correct, you wouldn't wear a top. Some of our more flat-chested athletes go fully nude, so you won't be alone."
I spotted a skinnier girl exit the locker room, wearing nothing just like coach said.
"So my- sorry, my dick. That doesn't get in the way or hydrodynamics?"
"Penises are smaller than breasts, so the impact should be less. We only ran the tests on female athletes, so I suppose we don't know for sure. But for now, we don't have an alternative uniform for you to wear. You have to follow our current protocol."
I looked down. This was a lot to take in. On the one hand, I didn't want to strip in front of a bunch of my teammates I had just met, or the coach. On the other hand, I would get to spend a lot of time with athletic, bottomless women.
"Jonathan, we'll be starting soon. Are you going to get in uniform?" coach asked.
I nodded at her. I looked around and saw the girls pretending not to stare at me. Not all of them had heard my conversation with the coach, but I'm sure they were wondering how a guy would dress.
I pulled off my shirt and all eyes turned to me. They say it's better to imagine your audience naked, and my audience was halfway there. The group of smooth pussies and a couple small, perky tits looked at me as I took off my shorts. Finally I dropped my underwear and I heard some gasps.
"Girls, this is nothing to look at. It's no different from the way I require you to dress," Coach said.
I looked out at them as the girls giggled and looked away. All the attention and other naked girls meant my dick was starting to grow to a noticeable erection. It caught Coach's eye and she looked down. She pulled me aside.
"Jonathan," she whispered to me. She grabbed hold of my dick. "This is not acceptable. I won't have you waving your erection around my girls. I better not see this happen again."
I nodded in agreement, but her grip really wasn't helping.
"Get in the water and lets warm up," she ordered. She let go of my dick and I headed straight for the water.
We did the usual swim practice, swimming laps and doing drills. It really wasn't so bad since the water covers a lot, and it's difficult to stay hard when you're exercising that much. The only issue would be if I shared a lane with a teammate and swam behind her, her bare ass directly in my view. I was lucky the water hid my erection.
Everything was fine until the end of practice. I knew I had to keep my dick down as everyone got out of the water. Coach blew the whistle and I saw girls start to lift themselves up and out of the pool, their dripping asses and pussies in clear view. I panicked and got out as soon as I could. I kept my eyes away and my thoughts blank as I headed back towards my stuff.
I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my waist. The rest of me was wet but my priority was hiding my erection. Coach Casey walked over to me.
"Good work today kid," she said as she slapped me on the ass. She slapped a few other girls' asses as they passed by.
"You know, it really isn't right that you don't have a locker room. You shouldn't have to change out here in the open, even if everyone will see you during practice anyways. You at least need a place for your stuff. Why don't you join the girls next time?" Coach asked.
I froze. "Uh, sure," I muttered.
"I'll let them know you'll be there," she said. She stepped closer to me and grabbed my dick over the towel. "But no funny business in there. I hear anything and it's hell to pay."
"Yes ma'am."
"Good. And let's keep the 'yes ma'am' from now on."
"Yes ma'am." She let go and walked to the locker room.
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The next day, I hesitantly approached the locker room. Swim practice was all I could think about for the last 24 hours. It was easy to masturbate to, which had the added bonus of hopefully keeping me soft for practice.
My heart was beating out my chest as I opened the door. I got a few shocked looks followed by realizations about who I was. One girl walked over to me.
"Hi, Leah. I'm the team captain. I heard you need a locker."
She was brunette and trim, though still enough curves to probably require a swim top. I couldn't remember from yesterday but I'm sure I'll find out.