Shorts

3. Swim camp

Once upon a time, in the sunny days of summer, a teenage boy named Danny eagerly made his way to the registration desk of the prestigious swim camp he had been dreaming of attending for months. The camp was renowned for its top-notch coaches and state-of-the-art facilities, and Danny was determined to improve his swimming skills over the summer break.

As he arrived at the registration area, he scanned the bustling crowd of excited campers, searching for the correct line to check in. Spotting a sign labeled "Girls' Swim Camp Registration," he hesitated for a moment, knowing he must have made a wrong turn. However, before he could make his way to the boys' line, a camp counselor approached him.

"Hey there! Are you here for the girls' swim camp registration?" the counselor asked with a warm smile, mistaling him with his long hair and slender frame for a girl.

Danny's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Oh, no, I think there's been a mistake. I'm actually here for..."

But before he could explain further, the counselor gently ushered him towards the girls' registration line, saying, "No worries, just follow the queue. We'll get you all sorted out in no time."

Feeling a mix of embarrassment and uncertainty, he reluctantly joined the line of chattering girls in colorful skirts and tops, who cast curious glances his way. As he inched closer to the registration desk, he couldn't help but feel out of place in his oversized t-shirt and shorts.

When he finally reached the front of the line, a camp staff member handed him a camp girls' one-piece swimsuit without a second thought. "Here you go, sweetie. Your official camp attire," she said cheerfully, oblivious to Danny's protests.

"I-I think there's been a mistake. I'm not supposed to be in the girls' camp," he stammered, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment.

But the staff member simply smiled and urged him to move along, dismissing his concerns with a wave of her hand. "No need to worry, dear. Just head over to the changing rooms and get ready for your first swim session. Have fun, Dani!"

As Danny stood there in disbelief, he couldn't help but wonder how he had ended up in such a predicament. With a deep breath, he resigned himself to the situation and made his way towards the changing rooms, bracing himself for the unexpected adventures that awaited him at the girls' swim camp.

While he stood in the changing room, holding the brightly colored girls' swimsuit in his hands, a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts raced through his mind. Should he try it on and go along with this mix-up, or should he speak up and risk causing a humiliating scene? He knew he was a boy, but the pressure and confusion of the situation weighed heavily on him.

After a few moments of internal debate, a counselor's voice echoed through the changing room, calling out, "Hurry up, dear! We're about to start the group assignments."

Feeling a sense of urgency, Danny decided to go along with it. He hesitantly slipped into the snug one-piece swimsuit, the vibrant colors clashing with his sense of self. As he looked at himself in the mirror, his reflection staring back at him with a slender but boyish figure that seemed out of place in the girls' swimsuit, he couldn't help but feel ridiculous.

Trying to conceal his natural physical features, Danny tucked and adjusted the suit as he tried to adopt a more feminine posture, hoping to blend in with the crowd of girls outside. With each attempt to hide his masculinity, he felt a growing sense of discomfort and unease.