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Sinita René pulled herself out of the pool with a weary yet contented sigh. She was an accomplished member of her university swim team, and the dark-haired young woman seemed set for great fame and fortune on the professional swim circuit. Broad-shouldered and toned bordering on muscular; she had the perfect physique for swimming and drove herself mercilessly to maintain it. So, when the swim coach announced that Industrial Technology & Magic's sportswear division wished to sponsor a team and bankroll the inter-university championship event, it seemed only natural that hers was the first name to be picked. Part of the sponsorship deal also included wearing the division's latest development in competition-quality swimwear and which would be delivered to the team on the day of the event. Sinita was definitely curious about that little perk.

Sinita padded over to the showers in her bare feet and stretched her muscles as she peeled off and wriggled out of her swimsuit. She breathed gasps of pleasured relief as she stepped into the hot water and ran a hand through her hair, massaging shampoo into her scalp. Humming softly to herself, she once again considered the upcoming event and the possibilities it held. Just participating in it was good for her future career and goal as a professional athlete--even more so if she were crowned the victor. She grinned, finely white teeth flashed against her glistening, coffee-light skin. The chances of that were _extremely_high.

Confidence in her own abilities was a quality that Sinita certainly had no shortfall of.

She lingered a while longer under the hot water until with a regretful sigh, she stepped out of the shower's steaming embrace to towel off and get dressed in time to grab a coffee with Juno at their favourite café.

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"Bonjour, Sinita!"

Sinita smiled as she entered L'Adorée and was greeted by her friend. Nodding politely at the now-familiar barista working behind the counter after giving Juno an answering wave, she squeezed through the lunchtime rush of thirsty customers. She leaned in and touched her cheeks to Juno's in their customary fashion of greeting one another. As they sat down, she raised an eyebrow at the steaming cup of rich and indulgent mocha already resting upon the table before her, along with a slice of frosted pastry sat on a plate next to it; Sinita's calculating mind had already begun to instinctively count the calories and found them unsettlingly high.

"Don't give me that face!" her red-headed and fiery friend exclaimed with a theatrical eye-roll. "L_ive_ a little, dammit!"

Sinita felt a blush touch her cheeks. Admonished, she eyed the indulgent treats before her, ones far removed from the skinny espresso she had in mind. But...they did_look rather delicious, and she _had also been picked for a prestigious competition. So...perhaps...there was a reason to celebrate after all...

Traitorous mind!

She let out a theatrical sigh as she nodded, radiating an air of profound--and totally unconvincing--reluctance as she lifted the cup and took a sip of the coffee-enriched hot chocolate. Much to her own annoyance, she was unable to stop herself from vocally expressing her pleasure at the taste, to her now-smirking friend's playful satisfaction.

"See, don't I have _all_the fine ideas?" Juno purred and waved a hand at herself as she leaned back and stretched. "Stick with me kid and you'll go far."

Sinita shook her head at her friend's antics, taking a bite of the butter tart and managing to spill flaky pastry everywhere as it practically melted in her mouth. "Stick with you and I'll get fat," she mumbled, dabbing at her lips and chin with a napkin and placing the remaining half back on the plate. Juno, figuring that this was as much as she'd get her stubborn friend to eat, stuck her tongue out at her and reached after it. "You won't be wanting the other half of this then..." she just as quickly retreated as Sinita slapped her hand away, grinning and chuckling to herself as the swimmer quickly devoured it before she could mount a second attempt to remove it.

"Mine!"

"So tell me, oh fitness and aqua goddess," Juno asked lazily, taking a deep sip of her own mocha. "What exciting new developments do you bring news of?"

"Mmmph...got offered a sponsorship in a competition run by IT&M..."

Sinita began to dab at crumbs around her mouth as she swallowed, but then stopped and raised an eyebrow at the sudden expression of sceptical concern on Juno's face. "Is...something wrong?"

Juno leaned forward over the table, lowering her to a conspiratorial whisper. The young woman's expression was uncharacteristically serious, "Are you sure you want to get involved with a corp like IT&M? I've heard some pretty_dodgy_ things about them...and jeeze, some of the things that they sell..."

Sinita nodded and shrugged her shoulders, interlocking her fingers and tilting them in a gesture of conciliatory agreement,"Yeah, but that was cleared up in the courts, remember? And this is a completely different division of the company, too."

"I don't know..." Juno drawled, shaking her head and biting her down her lip; she was clearly concerned and suspicious of their motives.

Sinita smiled reassuringly, leaned forward and patted her on the hand, "Relax, meilleure amie. This will be good for me and my future as an aquagoddess." Juno mimicked her reassuring gestures and let out a sigh, "Okay, but if I see you doing anything _kinky_for IT&M..."

Sinita laughed good-naturedly and shook her head, giving her friend's hand another comforting pat; she was genuinely touched by her friend's concern for her. "Believe me, doing anything kinky for anyone is the _last_thing on my mind right now."

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Wolf-whistles of appreciation, and lusty hooting greeted Sinita's appearance in the main swim practice hall. She anxiously bit down her lower lip, feeling heat rising up her neck and spreading across her cheeks. She was attracting a _lot_of attention. She knew though that it was only to be expected with the way that she looked.

Just...keep walking to the pool...

The blue-and-red swimsuit provided by IT&M's Sportswear Division had been waiting for her at the front desk. Initially, she had been absolutely delighted to learn that the material from which it had been fabricated resembled shark skin. Though there was continued debate on the efficacy of such advantage-seeking designs, she was nevertheless happy to believe that it still gave her one, no matter how small it actually was. She was less happy to see how much bare skin the swimsuit revealed. It was seemingly content to be a poster child for the dictionary definition of skimpy and revealing: two finger-width chevron slits in the fabric against her lower back, her midriff and across her chest left very little to the imagination. The revealing nature continued with open slashes in twin arcs across her hips that crested_dangerously_ close to her crotch. Most bizarrely, there were matching slits either side of the collar of the suit to expose her neck. The material also felt stiffer and looked glossier_than most other swimwear she had worn. But she put that down though to the unconventional nature of the hide that the weave was mimicking. Clad as she was in skin-tight and at the same time_revealing swimwear, she nevertheless tried her best to ignore the attention she was unintentionally bringing upon herself, instead focusing on the task ahead of limbering up for the first competitive swim of the event taking place later that morning.

Squeeeak...

Sinita tensed at the pool edge, readied herself for a dive and immediately winced at just how much_noise_ the suit made. When stretched, the form-fitting suit emitted soft, whining creaks that felt painfully loud. Figuring that she was already the centre of attention thanks to the overly sexual nature of the swimsuit, she shrugged and dived. She hit the water and submerged, immediately arching her back and adjusting her form. Already, she was gliding through the water with unnatural speed and grace--even for a skilled, championship-grade swimmer. As she surged through the pool, she began to feel an unnatural tingle all over her body--particularly in those areas covered by the swimwear. Unnerved by the unfamiliar sensations coursing through her, she hastily surfaced. Trembling and gasping for breath, she tried to order her thoughts and identify what she was feeling. She knew one thing, though: swimming had never felt this...this...glorious_before. She inhaled, feeling giddy and excited by the revelation, and immediately dove back down, kicking out and twisting to send herself corkscrewing through the water and revelling in the new sensations that overcame her. Finally, after pushing her lung capacity to the very limits, Sinita surfaced and let out a cry of pure, sensual_delight. Her entire body now hummed with an ecstatic and energetic thrill. It felt like every molecule of water had been caressing her skin and giving way to her, actively easing her passage through the water.

"Sinita? Are you alright?"

The ecstatic, sexually-thrilled young woman blushed, clamping her mouth shut as her reaction drew the attention of her fellow swimmers and they all turned to look at her. Waving a hand to signal she was okay and mumbling out an awkward excuse for her behaviour, Sinita quickly turned around and retreated to the opposite side of the pool. There she took a series of long, deep breaths through her nose as she had been trained, tensed her muscles, and launched herself forward away from the poolside with_wild_ eagerness. She kicked out and straightened her legs, keeping her feet flexible to propel herself, matched by her powerful strokes. She kept up a mental count, feeling an excited thrill as it neared and then reached the point of confirmation she had hoped for.

Two fewer strokes to complete a length!

It had to be the suit, it just had to be. So great was her exultation, and so arousing_now was the sensuous sensation of the water passing over both the suit _and her skin, that she felt a damp, warm patch spreading at the base of her crotch. She ran a hand across her hips and her fingers came up warm and sticky, something that set her trembling afresh with both embarrassment and desire. Now she was feeling a powerful urge to touch herself. Then it dawned on her there was...something else amiss, reached back down and then jerked her hand sharply away again with a gasp. She was shocked to discover that rather than bearing a rough sandpaper texture, the fabric of the suit now felt sleeker_and _smoother, like that of thin and supple rubber. Confused and embarrassed, and fearing that heads were turning to stare at her again, Sinita took a quick breath and dove under the water. Almost immediately, there was that sensational feeling of energy swelling within her. She compulsively ran her hands over her body and found that the whole suit was shifting form and material under her very fingertips. She started to panic, desperately fighting to hold her mouth closed as she tugged at the suit in a futile effort to remove it. A sense of terrifying disbelief and incomprehension crept up on Sinita as it refused to come away from her skin, there was no give in it at all, almost as if it were now bonded to her. Holding back total panic by the skin of her teeth, she pirouetted in the water, intending to break the surface and scramble out of a quieter part of the pool. She came to a halt as a flicker of movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention and warned her off doing so. She wheeled again, and again she saw the same hint of movement at the very edge of her peripheral vision swinging into view. Though her lungs burned with the need for air, she held on for just a few moments longer to look over her shoulder. What she saw almost caused her to open her mouth to gasp out her surprise: a vestigial and rapidly elongating finned shark tail_had sprouted out of the base of the back, one formed from the same vibrant blue material her swimsuit was manufactured from. Now beginning to feel dizzy from the lack of oxygen, survival instinct compelled her to kick forward and upward, knowing that she needed to surface _now or risk drowning, regardless of what her appearance might be to others.

"Sinita, what the..."

She surfaced with an explosive splash, gasping for burning lungfuls of air and grabbing hold of one of the pool's exit ladders. She had managed to get halfway up when she became aware of a prickling sensation between her spine gave her the impression that she was being stared at. She turned to look into the wide-eyed faces of the nearby swimmers who were all_staring at her--particularly the one that had spoken for them. Knowing what their furrowed brows and bemused expressions were asking, she tried desperately to think of an explanation. She could hear the inexplicable finned tail flexing behind her and sending waves of water splashing as it began to thrash with a newly-born, unnatural life of its own. It was difficult to think though, what with the distractingly _intense arousal spreading through her and making her feel dizzy; the shark tail also threatened to unbalance her, and there was also a feeling of _something_moving between her thighs and brushing against her intimate lips.

"What the...your swimsuit...it's got a tail, and a back fin; is this some sort of_joke_...?"