The car pulled to a stop outside the cottage. I immediately got out.
“Can I go swimming, or do you want help with the bags?” I asked, hoping that they would let me go.
“Your mother and I should be able to handle it,” Dad said “You girls go and have fun.”
Beth grinned, as she followed me out of the car, already taking off her shirt to reveal her bikini underneath: red to match her hair. My dress joined her top as her shorts did the same. I was wearing a red one piece, too self conscious about my developing body to try to wear a bikini like my sister, though I had brought one to try out on this holiday.
I ran towards the water, Beth overtaking me just before I dived in, swimming strongly under the water for a few strokes before coming up for air. I always felt wonderful in the water, like my body and the water were one entity. Eventually, though I noticed it was a lot longer than I usually could hold my breath, I came up for air. That was strange. How far out had I swam? I turned around, noticing that my entire lower body felt strange. I brushed the hair of my wig out of my face, then froze. I hadn’t been wearing my wig. It always fell off while swimming. The next thing I noticed was that I couldn’t feel my legs.
But if that was the case, how was I treading water. I looked down at my body to find…
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