Kelsey groaned. Why did it have to be swimming? The one sport where he had to completely change. He entered the changeroom and went to his locker. He focused completely on his plan of action. He started to get undressed before pretending he needed to use the bathroom.
He tried also not to look at any of the girls as they got changed. It was hard though. There were some really hot girls. Some had very nice bodies. He focused on thoughts of unarousing things, keeping himself away from an erection. He entered a bathroom stall and got changed in there. He had a one piece that looked tight so no one would question his lack of breasts. Hopefully it would appear as if they were just compressed by the swimsuit. It was also a pattern that would make it very hard to distinguish any bulge in the front left after he put on a very confining, tight thing to hide his cock. It was not comfortable, but hopefully it would keep him out of trouble. If he could survive swim days, he could probably survive anything else. He left the bathroom stall and went to his locker, storing everything away, grabbing a towel, and going out toward the pool nervously.
He tried also not to look at any of the girls as they got changed. It was hard though. There were some really hot girls. Some had very nice bodies. He focused on thoughts of unarousing things, keeping himself away from an erection. He entered a bathroom stall and got changed in there. He had a one piece that looked tight so no one would question his lack of breasts. Hopefully it would appear as if they were just compressed by the swimsuit. It was also a pattern that would make it very hard to distinguish any bulge in the front left after he put on a very confining, tight thing to hide his cock. It was not comfortable, but hopefully it would keep him out of trouble. If he could survive swim days, he could probably survive anything else. He left the bathroom stall and went to his locker, storing everything away, grabbing a towel, and going out toward the pool nervously.