My arms pumped faster as I glided across the waves, smoothing out the gentle creases in the surface. The time had come for me to exit the shimmering water. Before I could however, I lay, floating, watching the patterns on the ceiling of the pool. I left, water droplets clinging to my skin and hair where possible. As I reach the women's changing rooms, I grab my bag from the shelf's, pulling out my towel. I start to rub my hair dry, but it sticks out in little messy clumps. After finally taming my wild mane, I dry my body and change into a pair of shorts and a crop top that said 'I speak fluent sarcasm.' As I leave I grab my sports bag and pull out my mirror. I try to check my eyeliner, but I drop the mirror in surprise. I run to the full sized mirror and trail my fingers over my skin in amazement. I've... Changed...