Date: Sun, 3 Dec 2001 20:59:59 -0800 (PST)
From: "Scott D." <gaycyberguy75@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Guys on the Swim Team: Part 2

THE GUYS ON THE SWIM TEAM

PART II

Note: The following story is a complete work of fiction. No actual people
are depicted in this story.

	Ethan walked around the wall in front of him and found himself in a
spacious office, bigger than the one that resided in their new house for
his dad. A large walnut desk stood in the center of the room; along with
one of those massage chairs that Ethan had only drooled over. To the left
of the room, a bank of video monitors sat. Ethan approached them and
studied them. Each one showed a different image: one focused on the lap
pools, another focused on the front desk, and another focused on the guys'
locker room. Ethan could vaguely see naked guys walking around, changing,
shaving, showering, etc. A flat-panel monitor, attached to a slim profile
computer was on. Ethan looked at it. "SWIManagement Software v5.23...PLEASE
LOG ON" it read along with a space for a logon name and a password.

	"Well, hello, Ethan." A voice behind him made him jump. Peter
Davidson was standing there, drying his hands. He had obviously returned
from the restroom, which Ethan could see through the open door on the other
side of the office. "I see you are interested in the swim team?" he
inquired. Ethan could only nod...he was still captivated by this entire
office. "Oh, you like it? I recently got a promotion to Head of Aquatic
Affairs and therefore got the biggest office." He laughed out
loud. "Please, sit down."

	Ethan sat down in the chair. Davidson turned to his computer on his
desk, one with a box-type monitor, and turned it on.
	"So you have much experience Ethan?"
	Finally finding the courage to speak, Ethan said, "Yes sir, I have
swam in both regular and Olympic sized pools, and I hold the record for the
Seattle School District in the 200-yard backstroke."
	"Good. How long have you been swimming?"
	"Leisurely, since I was five. Competitively, since I was eight. I
have not worn a "trunk" style suit since I was seven and prefer to wear
Speedos. I have a collection of 8, dating back from when I wore my first
one. I own three that fit me."
	"Wonderful! You will be a perfect fit. You are experienced, and you
already have a lot of equipment. However, we are a team, and so you will
need team attire."
	"Yes sir, so does this mean I am on the team?"
	"Yes. You may call me Coach Davidson or Coach D during practice, or
Peter outside of practice.

	Ethan had never felt so elated. Here he was, in one of the most
high tech buildings he had ever been in, and he was on the team it
housed. He could barely contain his excitement.
	"Well, come on Ethan, and we will get you outfitted, all right?"
Davidson said.
	Ethan followed him down the hall.
	"I noticed that you were looking at the monitors when I returned
Ethan. See anything interesting?" Davidson asked.
	"Oh, no sir..." Ethan blushed. "I was just curious."
	"So are all people. It's nothing. I just keep an eye on the main
parts of the building and the guys' locker room. Brenda Wilkinson, my
asst. director, keeps an eye on the female locker room. Got to keep it
decent, you know?" he chuckled.
	"Yeah, I suppose so, sir."
	"Please, call me Peter or Coach. I hate sir. It makes me feel too
formal when I'm not in practice."
	"Yes sir...er, I mean Peter."
	"Here we are," Davidson announced. Room C-224, APPAREL, the
glass-etching read. "Run your card, Ethan."
	"Oh, Peter...don't you have a card?"
	"Well, yeah, but you have to get used to using your card, so run
it. Or would you rather not be a part of the team?" Davidson inquired.
	Reluctantly, Ethan drew his card from his wallet and passed in
front of the sensor. The light turned green, and instead of unlocking, the
door slid to the side into the wall. Davidson walked in, and pulled Ethan
in after him. The door shut behind both of them.

	Ethan couldn't believe his eyes. Massive racks of clothing sat on
shelves that extended back as far as he could see.
	"100 yards of apparel, Ethan, that's the length of a football
field." Davidson said.
	Ethan grew weak in the knees and buckled a bit. Davidson caught
him. "No need to get weak there, Ethan...half this stuff wouldn't even fit
around one of your thighs, albeit how thin they are..." Davidson said, and
seemed to lick his lips. Ethan shrugged it off. "Now, over here, we have
the configuration machine. This will read your body dimensions and store
them in your profile. Just go through this door," he indicated a fogged
glass door etched with CONFIGURATOR, "and press the green button. The
computers will instruct you from there. I'll be out here when you get
done."

	Ethan wiped his card and pushed open the CONFIGURATOR door. The
door hissed shut and Ethan pushed the button sitting on the wall beside
it. The lights dimmed and the door locked.
	"Welcome, Ethan. This is Athena, the personality assigned to the
CONFIGURATOR today. I will be reading your body and designing an apparel
schedule to fit your needs for the VISALIA swim team. To acknowledge this,
please state your name and say YES."
	Ethan, who had dimly been listening, responded.
	"Yeah."
	The lights, which had been a dim white, brightened and turned to
red.
	"I did not understand your response. One more attempt will be made
before record deletion. Please acknowledge."
	"Ethan, yes."
	The lights resumed their dim white color.
	"Thank you. Your body will now be scanned. Please stand on the
white circle below. If you do not remain inside this white circle, you run
the risk of an incorrect scan."
	The floor, which Ethan had thought was painted white, faded to
black, leaving a white circle in the center. Ethan walked over to it and
stood inside.
	"Thank you. When the computer is scanning, the lights will turn off
completely, except for the floor lamps. Do not move during this process,
except for breathing. If you move too much, the scan will be aborted and
you will be informed of such an abort."
	"The computer will now scan full density. Hold still please." The
computer hummed for a while. "10 seconds remaining, very still please."
Finally, the lights turned on. "Scan completed with 98% accuracy. Scan
accepted. Scan 1 of 6 completed."
	The lights turned to their full brightness.
	"For the next four scans, you will need complete rigidity. If you
would like to move about or get a drink at this time, you may." A door slid
open in the wall and Ethan walked inside. A drinking fountain stood on the
wall. Ethan took a drink and then urinated in the adjoining toilet. When he
walked out, the door slid shut.
	"Thank you. Now, you will be scanned 4 more times, each with
progressively less bulk on your body. For this scan, please remove your
sandals." The lights turned off and the scan finished.
	Ethan was scanned four times, taking off his sandals, shirt,
shorts, and boxer shorts, one after each scan. Finally, he was at the last
scan.
	"For the last scan, you need to be free of any external
chemicals. The following gas will dissolve any foreign bodies, including
deodorant, which may be on your skin. Breathe, for it does contain oxygen."
	A white mist pumped into the room, and Ethan felt his skin,
especially under his arms and his legs, where his semen had leaked, begin
to tingle. Finally, the room cleared and the lights went off. When the
lights came on, after about 2 minutes, he exhaled deeply.
	"Thank you Ethan, your scans are completed. You may now dress and
leave the room. Press the green button when ready to exit."
	Ethan pressed the green button and the door hissed open. Davidson
was sitting outside.
	"All done, Ethan? Good. Let's get your clothes."

	"Ethan, please swipe your card. This will tell us what you need for
the team."
	Ethan swiped his card and the computer rattled off a string of
numbers. Finally, it said something intelligible.
	"Shelf 29, Sector A, Space 15."
	"This way, Ethan. We only have one sector. Shelf 29 is near the
end, and each shelf is divided into 20 spaces. In this space is the one set
of materials that will fit you perfectly."
	Finally, they approached Shelf 29 and Davidson took down the sealed
plastic box, green in color.
	"Go on Ethan, open it," Davidson urged.


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