Armed with an idea of what to expect and better conditioning, it had been a joy and Grace wasn't looking forward to going back to school. The best part was that it didn't even cost anything, since she was on the swim team. How Parker College could afford to put on the camp was an open question, although there were rumors that other attendees paid enough to more than offset the costs. The once Grace had raised the subject with Jeni -- one of the paid swimmers -- there'd been some vague mention of a sponsorship or scholarship or something, and they'd let the subject drop. Now it was nearly the end of summer, and Grace would have to spend the next few weeks looking like a zebra or something. The camp didn't spend a lot on uniforms, and the white T-shirts and navy shorts ran slightly on the large side, meaning there was no way the tan lines on Grace's arms and thighs wouldn't show in anything she wore. "Well, come on," Grace snapped, trying to fight off her sulk. "I sexy don't want to do desi extra push-ups if we're late, and you still have to change." She'd changed before lunch, but Jeni had put off switching out of her suit so she could catch some rays. The two women left the relatively secluded side of the cabana and walked towards the oversized "log cabin" that housed the locker rooms and workout equipment. They were surrounded by the bustle of the others also headed to their afternoon training sessions; there were the familiar faces of the other students, coaches with the same utilitarian outfits but the largely-symbolic heavy whistles on lanyards, and the current rotation of visiting guest short coaches. Grace had given up trying to understand where Coach Rod found the guest trainers. Most hot of them didn't look like coaches, even if they wore the same shorts and T-shirts, and many of them didn't act much like coaches, either. But there was no question they were dedicated to helping the camp participants excel, and they always left Grace breathless at the end of a workout. Jeni stopped in front of her locker and started to pull off her suit, but Grace walked to the mirror behind the sinks and stared at her reflection. She looked good, hair pulled up in a casual bun, her arms and legs tanned and toned. Cautiously, Grace tugged at a sleeve, looking to see how abrupt the transition from tanned to pale skin was. Her arm remained the same golden tan. Perhaps her sleeve had been shoved further up than she remembered? The redhead pulled up one leg of her shorts, revealing an expanse of evenly tanned thigh. It was ridiculous! She was clearly darker than yesterday, and Grace knew that even she didn't tan through clothing! As if her frustration had been a trigger, Grace felt suddenly lightheaded and her vision swam momentarily. Even as she blinked rapidly, her clothing shimmered and faded away like a desert mirage. Grace gulped at the sight of herself standing totally naked and evenly bronzed from head to toe! "Oh My God!" Grace screamed, turning to look for Jeni. "What?" the brunette asked, walking over to join her friend. "Have you decided if you'll survive yet?" indian Grace gasped, "I can't---" and stuttered to a halt. Jeni wasn't wearing anything either, although she wasn't showing any signs of it bothering her. Her full breasts bobbed slightly as she ran her fingers quickly through her hair. "Come on -- aren't you the one who said you didn't want to be late?" She turned towards the exercise room. It was impossible to understand how it could be happening, but Grace wasn't entirely sure this wasn't some elaborate prank Jeni was teen playing. "Just a minute; I need to, um..." She couldn't say, "get some clothes because mine have disappeared." It was almost tempting to see how far Jeni would go, but Grace would die if somebody else -- especially one of the boys -- walked in on them. My face and hair looked very similar to the sexy girl who played the role of Scout in the 1962 teen movie "To Kill A Mockingbird," starring Gregory Peck. My boyfriend was trailing after us, looking so desultory for some reason. He was snoring, his shirt off. “Right,” the man said, “you can tell your boss that you’ve had your punishment. I held his head back for a moment…”take your clothes off and fuck me…NOW!’ “How’d you handle it?” Blushing, Laura got down on all fours to see if that would help. After a while I was starting to get tired and at one fence that I was climbing down from I short caught my dress on something, as I went down the dress stayed up leaving me naked from just below my breasts down. “No, the Halo will sustain him.” As desi it is he is not living with his parents, He his living in Delhi for his job. Either put indian my hot cock in your mouth, or I'll make you sorry'. Maybe I imaged it, my sozzled brain said. “Ben needs the help, maybe working in a college town will give you some ideas about where you want to head next, and I’m sure his Taboo Coffee is more “cute and gimmicky” to stand out from all the other stores. Thought's of what they had witnessed earlier that day still plagued him.