The not so innocent minds Ch 2 STANDALONE
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By Susan Brown
The next morning I woke up with a smile on my face.
I was happy that I hadn't had any bad dreams. It was the first night
since the terrible events of the car accident that I could say that I
awoke refreshed.
I got up and went downstairs and had some weetabix for breakfast. I also
had some toast and jam, just to keep my strength up as I had decided
that I would chance going back to the shopping centre, today.
I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was 9.15. Time to get
moving!
I went upstairs, took my nightie off, had a shower and then got dressed
in my St Winifred's school uniform. Socks, pink panties, skirt,
blouse.... My blouse!
I remembered that I had put my blouse in the wash. It was dry, but it
needed an iron. I had used the iron a couple of times, as Mum had shown
me that I had to be able to do things like that.
As I ironed the creases out of my blouse, standing there half dressed,
in my skirt, I giggled at the thought of anyone seeing me like this.
I finished ironing and quickly put on the nice warm blouse.
As I did up the buttons, I thought about the advisability of wearing the
uniform. Despite my misgivings about being seen out of school during
term time. I still felt that wearing the school uniform kind of gave me
a sort of license to be out. Anyway, I think it went beyond that. It's
difficult to put into words, but wearing the uniform made me feel as if
I belonged to something and that I was a part of a bigger group and not
just by myself. I suppose it was like wearing a cheer leader's uniform
or soccer strip. By wearing these things, you feel a part of a team or
in my case, a school that I would love to be a member of.
Anyway, it was time to go, as the bus was due any minute down the end of
the road.
I quickly brushed my hair and then put on my blazer, hat and shoes.
I was once again the perfect English school girl!
I grabbed my bag, checked that I had the money in my purse and rushed
out of the house. I made sure to set the alarm this time!
I had to run for the bus. It was just leaving as I got to the end of the
road.
I was in luck, as the bus was full of people going to the shopping
centre and I didn't have to sit next to an old lady with hearing
difficulties this time.
In no time at all, we were at the shopping centre. I must admit to
having more than a few butterflies in my tummy as I followed the crowds
through the doors and into the shopping centre.
I knew the shops that I wanted, as I had seen the layout when I came the
day before.
First things first, I wanted a bra. I went into M&S, the large
department store, famed for its undies!
I looked with some misgivings at the vast selection of bras. I didn't
have a clue what to buy. Just then I felt a tap on my shoulder.
'Can I help you?'
It was a lady wearing an M&S badge with the name Tracy on it.
'Um, I'm trying to buy my first bra.'
'Where's your Mum?'
'Er, she said that I could try to buy this myself and if it was wrong,
she would exchange it.
'Oh. OK, right, have you any idea of your size?'
'No,'
'Well judging by your shape, you haven't got anything much up there yet,
so you need a training bra, so I'll grab a few and then we'll go into
the changing room and try them on. OK?'
'OK.'
I followed the lady into the changing room. My heart was banging away.
Surely she would notice that I didn't look quite right, when I took my
blouse off!
'Right, take your blouse off and we will try this one for size..'
With a great deal of trepidation, I slipped off my blouse.
'OK, honey, let me help you.'
As she put the bra on me, she gave me a running commentary about how to
do it.
'The easiest way is to put it on back to front, then you can see the
hooks, then turn it around like this and put your arms through, like so
Let me just adjust the straps. There you are, perfect!'
I had a look in the mirror. The bra fitted very well. It felt a bit
constricting, but I didn't mind that. The bra looked 'right' and made me
look even more like a girl than before. But I didn't see any signs of
any breasts and that worried me because I didn't want to look like a boy
in a bra.
'What's wrong, honey, it fits perfectly,'
'Um, I am worried about my size.'
I sort of pointed towards my chest.
'Don't worry honey, Different girls will develop at different stages,
while you may be behind now, you may catch up soon. Even if your breasts
stay small, it's not the end of the world.. as a matter of fact, smaller
breast have many wonderful qualities. Woman with large breast experience
back problems, neck problems, and sagging as they age. Smaller breast
allow for freedom of movement, and can be an advantage in any physical
activity. The most important thing to remember, is that your breasts are
a beautiful part of you, and you should be proud of them, no mater what
size they are.'
'Thanks for explaining.' I said, feeling embarrassed but a bit better
about it.
'Now, do you want this one?'
'Yes please, can I keep it on?'
'Of course you can, do you want to pop your blouse back on?'
'OK.'
Tracy went outside as I got myself dressed again. It felt funny wearing
the bra and I could see that it was going to take a bit of getting used
to.
When I had put on my blazer and picked up my hat and bag, I went outside
to find Tracy. She was by the till and was pricing up my bra from the
bag.
'Now honey, you will need more than one bra. Did you want to buy any
more while you are here?'
'Can I have three more please?'
'Of course. Have a look over there and you will need an AA size, OK?'
'Thank you,'
I went over to the bra section and picked out another white one, the
same style as the one I had on. I next chose one which was a bit lacy
and was yellow and finally a silky looking black one, which looked
really nice.
I took my purchases over to Tracy and she priced them up.
'That's ?24.99 please.
I handed over ?30 and got my change.
'Now honey, if you or your Mum are not happy with them, just bring them
back and we will exchange them.'
'Thank you for helping me, T racy. Bye.'
'Bye, hon.'
With that I left the shop and felt proud that I had managed to get
through that ordeal without too much trouble.
In the next few hours, I managed to buy two pairs of jeans, three T-
shirts, several pairs of panties, two skirts (one of them very short,
but very nice). Also I bought a couple of sweatshirts. One of them pink
with 'I'm a good girl, not' on the front and the other one was grey with
a pink stripe on the sleeves.
I only had one heart stopping moment when I was trying on some jeans. A
lady came in the changing room and pulled the curtains apart.
She said 'Oops, sorry,' and went to another cubicle.'
I had spent all I wanted to that day and I was getting hungry. I went up
to the top floor, where there were several restaurants surrounding a
large central area, with lots of tables and chairs, potted plants and a
big water feature in the centre.
I bought a burger, fries and a coke and went over to a table near a big
potted plant. I didn't really want to be seen, just in case.
I was eating my food and in a dream world, thinking about all the nice
things that I had managed to buy, when I jumped at the sound of a voice.
'Hello.'
I looked up and saw a girl in front of me. She was about my age and
horror of horrors, she was wearing a St Winifred's school uniform!
'Um, hello.' I mumbled with my mouth full of chips.
'Can I sit here?'
I noticed that she had a tray with food on it.
'OK.'
She sat down and started to take her food off the tray. She started
talking as if she knew me for ages.
'God, I love shopping don't you? It's nice here isn't it. Well my name
is Nicola. What's yours?'
'Katie.'
'Hi, Katie. I don't know you, do I? You must be in another house. I'm in
Dickens, what's your house?'
'Um. Bronte.'
I don't know many kids from Bronte, only my big sister Alison. Do you
know Alison Bright?
'Er, no, sorry, I've only just joined the school.'
'Same here. We moved here in the summer. I'm a border during the week,
though, as Mum says it will help me stand on my own two feet, whatever
that means. How about you, are you a border?'
I don't know why I said it, but I did. My mouth sometimes does not know
what my brain is thinking and starts saying things anyway.
'Yes, I'm a border.'
'Cool. It's good that we have a day off today isn't it.'
'Er yes.'
'I do like these admin days. It means we can get out and do things we
want. My Mum picked me up from the school and brought me here. I love
going out with my Mum. We have a great time. It's even better when my
Dad can have time off work. We do loads of things together when I'm not
at school. Mum's gone to the hair salon and said I can have something to
eat, while I wait for her. How about you? Where's your Mum?'
I looked at her happy smiling face and saw someone who had a Mum and Dad
who loved her and spent time with her. Nicola's life was great and I had
nothing. No Mum or Dad, no friends to call my own. Living a life alone
and without any support from anyone. I had to tell someone; otherwise I
would crack up and go to pieces.
I started crying. Tears went down my face and dripped onto my half eaten
burger.
'What's the matter, Katie, why are you crying? Is it something I've
said?'
I looked up at her concerned face. She seemed a nice girl and I knew in
my heart that she would make a great friend. Could I trust her? After
all I had just met her?
I used a tissue to wipe my eyes. I blew my nose and looked at her again.
I decided I would take a chance. I would tell her. It might mean being
caught, but I felt that I had nothing to loose.
'Nicola, can you keep a secret.'
'Yes, of course, as long as it doesn't hurt anyone else.'
'When will your Mum be back?'
'About an hour, she said. Why?'
'Because I am going to tell you my big secret and it will take a bit of
time to tell you.'
'Hang on then, I'll get a couple more cokes.'
Tracy scooted off and got the drinks while I marshaled my thoughts. In a
few minutes she was back and I haltingly told her my story.
'You probably won't believe this but, it's all true. Did you read in the
papers about a couple and their young son were killed in a road accident
near here a little while ago?'
'Yes, Mummy said it was awful that such a thing happened like that. A
young family wiped out in an instant.'
I could feel the constriction in my throat and the tears welling in my
eyes as I continued.
'Well, the boy in the car was me. I'm David Peters.'
Nicola looked shocked.
'But, but, you are a girl. I don't understand!'
'I had better start from the beginning.'
I told Nicola about my life when I was young and how I knew that I was a
girl trapped inside the body of a boy. I told her about my dress up
games with another girl, Sarah.
I told her of my move to our lovely house, the clothes that Sarah had
given me, the secret hiding place in my room and the accident where my
parents had been killed. Then I explained why I had decided to live at
home alone and my fears about being caught and put in an orphanage. I
finally told her about my change into Katie and why I was wearing the
same uniform as her.
For once, Nicola was speechless.
She looked at me and then got her voice back.
'You are telling me the truth?'
'Yes.'
Tears started to course down her cheeks. She grabbed my hand.
'Oh Katie, I am so sorry you have had such a rough time. It's
incredible, though. No way would I say that you are a boy. God, you look
more girly than me!'
'Thanks.' I said giggling through my tears.
'So you are living all alone in your house. How do you manage?'
'I'm OK. The main problem is that I get pretty lonely sometimes.'
'I bet you do. I need people around me to make me happy.'
'Promise you won't tell anyone.'
'OK. I promise.'
We talked some more and we exchanged mobile numbers. It was about an
hour later, whilst we were deep in conversation that we both jumped at
the sound of a voice.
'Hi girls.'
'Oh hello Mummy, this is Katie, she goes to my school.'
'Well, that's obvious as she's wearing the same uniform as you. Hello
Katie, nice to meet you.'
Mrs. Bright was very pretty. She had a lovely smile and her eyes were
bright and sparkling.
'Hi Mrs. Bright.
'Let me get myself a cup of tea and we'll chat.'
Nicola's Mum went to get her cup of tea.
'Remember Nicola, not a word to you Mum.'
'OK, I did promise.'
Mrs. Bright sat down beside Nicola.
'What do you think about my hair, girls?'
'Nice, Mummy.'
'Neat Mrs. Bright.'
'Are you with your mother today, Katie?'
'No, she had to work.'
'Here by yourself, then?'
'Erm, yes.'
'I'm surprised. They don't normally let kids out unsupervised.'
'It's OK Mummy,' chipped in Nicola, 'she was with a group of older girls
but they split up when they got here.'
'Well I suppose it's OK. Anyway, as we are going back to the school
shortly, I'll give you a lift in my car.'
I felt myself panic. Things were going pear shaped again.
'That's OK Mrs. Bright, I was going to get a taxi later.'
'No, I insist. We can't have young girls walking about by themselves.
There are a lot of funny people around.'
About ten minutes later, I found myself sitting in the back of a green
Landrover, going to St Winifred's. Nicola kept looking at me and smiling
weakly. I held her hand as I needed all the support I could get.
A few minutes later, we were driving through the impressive drive and up
to the main gates of the school. The gates were open and I could see the
quadrangle, lawns and lots of girls dressed as I was.
'There you are girls. Nice to see you Katie. You must come over for tea
soon and bring your parents. I would love to meet them. Bye Nicola. Be
good and I'll see you at the weekend.'
'Bye Mum.'
We got out of the car and watched as Nicola's Mum left.
'What am I going to do now?' I whispered to Nicola.
'I don't know....'
'Hello Nicola. Back from your trip? And who is this young lady?'
We turned around and there stood a lady about my mum's age. She had a
quizzical look on her face.
I stood there and I didn't know what to say.
Copyright Susan Brown 2005
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