When I was 16 I went to a job interview at a theme park near my home.
They said they were looking for pool staff to assist the lifeguards at one of their waterslides,
ensuring that people were able to find their way out of the pool after falling off the end of the slide.
Swimmers only.
Uniforms would be provided.
I always liked the idea of getting wet in clothes, but was never allowed by my parents to do it.
My mother told me that I will not be asked to jump into the pool, and that I should go wearing a smart polo shirt and chino pants.
I said I may have to jump into the pool, but she said they wouldn't ask for that.
So I took her advice and went in a red polo shirt over a white T-shirt and my white chino pants, looking good.
I always wanted to get wet in these clothes, hoping that today might be my chance.
Sure enough, I was asked to "change" and show how well I could swim.
Since I only went in my smart clothes, no swimwear, I jumped into the pool like that.
Hey, what a great feeling that was.
I never thought clothes feel this good in the water.
I swam several lengths in pool, like they asked me to.
They were quite impressed that I could swim in clothes and they hired me because the job would involve occasional swims in my uniform.
The water park also allowed their visitors to wear clothes in the water.
Then they said I could stay in the pool for as long as I wanted and check out the rest of the water park.
I was in wet clothes paradise, getting soaked at various attractions and watching other people swim and play in wet clothes.
When my mother came to pick me up,
she was shocked when she saw me soaking wet and that I was asked to jump in the pool.
After I got home (still fairly soaked), I jumped into our backyard pool as I was.
One of my friends was at our house at the time, but he said he couldn't join me in the pool
because his parents forbid the wet clothes stuff and he didn't have any swimshorts with him.
So I said: "Go to my room, pick some clothes you like and come swimming."
A short moment later he came down with a big smile, dressed in my black jeans, T-shirt and yellow hoodie.
It was a thrill to see him jump into the pool many times, with the hoodie clinging to him, and the jeans shining.
The next weekend he invited me over to go swimming at his home.
What a suprise when it was when I arrived and saw him in the pool fully clothed.
Apparently his parents had given in.
So I quickly joined him in the pool wearing my jeans, T-shirt and jumper.
It's been great fun.
Since then we always go swimming in our clothes. Why not?
Joey, Australia