We were a member of a group which hired a sauna once a month. As part of that deal we also had a short period on our own in the swimming pool. We could be naked in the sauna but had to wear a costume in the swimming pool.

I was always up for a bit of fun, especially anything a bit risqué. I decided that one night I wanted to go in the swimming pool in a bikini. Now the bikini only had small cups (A) but I found some silicon inserts which would fill it out just a bit.

I had told my wife about this and while she thought it was a bit weird she agreed to go along with it.

So, come the appointed day (a Friday night) we duly arrived at the sauna, changed in the (separate) changing rooms and headed for the sauna. There were about a dozen of us so it was quite a squeeze although we were used to each other and being naked did not bother us.

After the allotted time in the sauna, we all returned to the changing rooms and changed into our costumes for swimming. Now I’m not a swimmer really so I’m usually a bit slow. This night I was slower than usual and I was the last out. After all, I had two pieces to put on rather than one. The bikini was pink and the bottoms were tie sided. The top also had ties and a halter neck. It was very girly.

I snuck into the swimming pool and quickly entered the water. I stayed at the shallow end and tried a few attempts at swimming from a few yards out. The silicon in the bikini top gave me a little more buoyancy that normal so I was making some progress. My wife was over the other side swimming lengths.

I suddenly became aware that I was not alone and Alan and his wife Ann had arrived. “Very fetching” was his comment, she just laughed. “What are you doing?” I said “Well I always wanted to try wearing a bikini to see what it felt like, and this seemed to be as good an opportunity as I’d get.” “And?” she said. “Well its different – I quite like it”

By now others had noticed and were making their way over. The men were a little non-plussed and the women faintly amused. I started to get other comments “the colour is all wrong for you.”, “You’d find it more difficult if you were properly endowed”, ”At least the bottom is large enough to keep you covered”, “or is that a hair I see?”, “Bikinis are really for sunbathing”, “You haven’t any tan lines”. They seemed to be vying with one another for critical comments.

Then they started on the husbands. “So, do you fancy her”, “Not really – not my type” and folk began to drift off. A couple of the girls and their husbands stayed and my wife arrived. The girls chatted with her asking if she had put me up to it. “No”, she said, “Its all his own idea – he wanted to be a girl for a change”. They turned back to me “So you want to be a girl?”. “Just for a while, and this is about as long as I’m likely to get. – I’ll change back in about 10 mins”

There was a whispered exchange between the girls and my wife “We’ll have to see what we can do”, they said.

“Which changing room are you going to use?”