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“Kolle. Is there a problem? Why are you not dressed?” She asked curtly. “Sorry, Ms. Jetsam, but I haven’t got my kit with me. I forgot to pack my trunks this morning.” |
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“Umm… is there a spare I can use?” “If it was your intention to borrow some clothes, why did you wait until the class had already begun to ask me instead of coming here earlier in the day?” Again, Kolle heard chuckles. He had no answer. The otter sighed exasperatedly. “Come with me; we’ll find something.” She took him by the arm and marched him back over to the offices. Turning to the class, she called out, “No one is to enter the pool until I return,” then the two of them disappeared from their view. |
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“Ah. These will do. Probably a bit too small for you, but they’ll stretch.” She withdrew her hand from the box and stood to hand the scrunched-up item to him. Kolle pinched a corner and shook them out, then his eyes went wide when he realized she’d given him a pair of speedos. “W-what? I c-can’t wear these,” he pleaded. “What’s the problem?” she asked impatiently. “They’re... well, is there nothing else I can borrow instead?” He took a step towards the box, but the otter moved to block his path. “I’m not going to stand here while you waste time going through every item in that box to find a color that you like. In the old days, they’d make you swim with nothing at all, if that’s what you’d prefer. That used to be the norm for all male students.” “What? You can’t!” Kolle’s jaw dropped open. “Can’t I? Maybe not today, but if you’re going to make forgetting you kit a regular occurrence, I might be tempted to write to your mother and ask for a special dispensation in your case.” Kolle looked back in horror, clutching the speedos to his crotch as if her words alone had just stripped him bare. “Now hurry up and put them on.” Reluctantly, he turned and walked towards the door. “Where do you think you’re going?” He stopped and looked back over his shoulder. “Uh… to get changed.” “We don’t have time for you to trudge all the way down to the changing room to try them on, only to find they’re too small. You are holding up the entire class with this nonsense. Put them on here.” |
" | “I’m not leaving you alone in this office filled with confidential school files. Now come on. Strip.” |