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Becoming a Teenage Girl - Pt 5
By Ms Annette Nicole Smith
This chapter in my life takes place over 2 eventful days. Very shortly my
mother would have to go back to Sydney, leaving me alone but before she
does I'll face an interview with my prospective Head Mistress.
To protect the privacy of people still living, I've had to change some
minor facts or events (principal's name). Otherwise only where my memory
over the mists of time (25 years ago) may err slightly, the following did
actually happen!
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It was the daylight that woke me the following morning. I slipped on my
brunch coat and slippers then opening the bedroom door crept out quietly
noticing as I walked down the hallway that the kitchen back door was
open.
I quietly went outside to the toilet and then carried on down to the hen
yard and as chooks scurried away from me, was rewarded to find still warm
eggs in the laying boxes. Then gathering up the eggs I started walking
towards the kennels only to be met halfway by two excited dogs walking
over to meet me with tails wagging furiously followed by 7 cute little
whimpering furry bundles.
Carrying the eggs in my hands meant that I could only talk to them in a
happy tone of voice promising that breakfast wouldn't be far away. So
turning away I headed back towards the backdoor where on entering it went
over and opened the fridge and put the eggs away. Looking at the kitchen
clock it was 5.45 so I quietly headed back up to the bedroom to get my
toiletry bag and have my shower.
After showering I changed into a cotton top, jeans, socks and sneakers.
The walk into the hen yard had found thorns and bristles which scratched
my legs so lesson 2 had been learnt the painful way! I walked back down
to the kitchen and decided to try preparing scrambled eggs for breakfast
as I saw over a dozen eggs inside the fridge.
But first thing was to put water in the kettle and boil it in case the
others were starting to wake up, besides I thought I'd take an early
morning cuppa over to Uncle Bill as I noticed there were no dirty cups on
the sink. Quietly rummaging through the cupboards I came across a metal
bowl big enough to hold the scrambled eggs mixture and took it and the
egg beater out of the drawer below the cutlery and proceeded to prepare
the eggs for cooking.
I'd just finished making the mixture when I heard Foxy's cheerful morning
greetings as she came up behind me gave me a friendly hug, before
immediately reaching up into the cupboard and taking out her mug as well
as several others, before concentrating on making her own morning cup of
tea.
"Scrambled eggs, Steph? I know that'll hit the spot this morning," Foxy
informed me as I was greeted good morning in quick succession by both
Bernadette and Margaret and finally Aunty Poss. It was Bernadette who
decided to make the pot of tea, now that most of us were up.
That morning I served my first 'family' breakfast and felt that I did OK.
The clean plates seemed to confirm that thinking, so I cheerfully set
about washing up the dirty plates and putting them away afterwards while
the others went in and washed up and got dressed.
Mum came out just as I finishing drying up and gave me a hug and a good
morning as I told her that her brekky was in the microwave, while I
flicked the jug to bring the water back to the boil. She told me that
tomorrow I had to meet Mrs Lodge my prospective new head mistress at her
home in Culcairn at 11am.
Foxy came back out and greeted my mum before telling me to follow her to
watch her milk Rosie. I quickly hurried out the back door to catch up
with her as she headed to the barn to get some hay, a stool and bucket.
That morning I learnt how to milk a cow but it wasn't without a lot of
unsuccessful attempts before I finally found a rhythm with using my
finger to manipulate the teats to produce the milk flow.
Maureen then went on to explain how the milk was divided up into 'house'
(including weekly butter) and 'pets' and that Rosie had to be fed and
milked morning and evening. "Whoever's first up is expected to milk
Rosie, but the evenings usually fall to Bernadette, although mum told all
of us, she was doing a list of chores that she wants you to do, so you
might be sharing the evening milking with Bernie," she told me.
I was then shown the buckets to use when dividing up the milk. After
'family' milk had been set aside, a small quarter bucket was poured for
the pups to have. I learnt how the milk was watered down for them as I
remembered Aunty Poss had been using a large bucket to feed them, which
was always put in its spot in the barn. Rosie's calf had recently been
weaned and sold, so the extra milk was being used by the 'house'.
"It might be an idea to go with Bernadette this evening and watch what
she does Steph," Foxy suggested. "Everyone is expected to help out here,
as mum only had daughters. We also have Jim who lives in town and
sometimes helps dad when he needs some more muscle doing things, but he's
away in January, which is usually a slow month except if we're running
late with the wheat harvest because of bad weather."
I learnt how to separate the milk and with Foxy, enjoyed watching the
pups as they devoured their milk that morning. Foxy and her sisters
slowly indoctrinated me into the day to day farm's working over the next
few weeks which had me beginning to understand the advantages and
disadvantages a child had when living on a farm.
Later on that day, mum and I joined my cousins in going to the pool for
the afternoon. My young senses was finely tuned to listening and watching
those around me, as I hesitantly met other girls and boys as Bernadette
introduced me around as her Queensland cousin who was now going to be
living with her and her sisters while my own family problems (due to a
divorce) got sorted out.
Quietly sitting around the outside of the girls who had gathered around
Bernadette, I WAS amused to learn that there was a distinct pecking
order. There were the 'pretty girls' of which 3 stood out. Wearing
bikinis but never getting wet as they had made their faces up to look as
alluring as they could, they held court talking about, clothes, make up,
boys, sex and the like.
Bernadette could easily have been one of them, and perhaps was on the
cusp and I felt preferred to be so. Then you had the 'would be' ones.
They wore either bikinis or high cut one piece costumes. Some looked
gorgeous but were always excitedly interrupting or else agreeing with
what the 'pretty ones' said, often adding that they had also done this or
that or heard of this or that.
Then there were the 'followers'. These girls simply giggled at everything
said or commented about things said, often with awe in their voices, to
frightened to offer opinions in case they were laughed at or worse still
ignored entirely.
I felt that I'd be safest being one of the 'followers' sitting on the
outside, looking in. As Steven, I'd had my own group of friends and been
more of a cross between follower and would be, because young guys tended
to behave far more differently then young girls, not bothering about
fashion or about how they looked.
To my old group, as with most boys, it was more important about how you
were perceived by your friends. Better to be a person who tried (and
occasionally failed) and had a bit of courage, then be tagged as a wimp
or a fairy!
Bernadette was above all of these girls to my way of thinking. I felt on
watching how she was accepted by everyone, had to me the luxury of not
needing to show off, or the need to be a follower. I quite happily sat on
the sidelines not offering or being asked for an opinion, but then also
not drawing attention to myself either.
During that afternoon, I learned about various boys or about some girl or
another and how 'that' girl behaved the other day and so on. In that
respect they seemed to be no different to the girls I had made friends
with at Smoky Dawson's horse ranch several months ago, perhaps a bit more
naive in some ways, but then again not greatly so.
We left the pool around 5ish and were driven back to the farm. Later on I
followed Bernadette out and asked if I could try milking Rosie again,
trying to remember and finally succeeded in milking her as we both
laughed at my clumsy but eventual successful efforts.
Those bears and the two litters following them, always had me looking
forward to feeding them, unlike Bernadette who seemed untouched by their
antics. But that was all an act as she showed how much of a front it was
when both Bernie and I hugged each other and cried as we watched when the
bear pups were being sold and taken away to new homes to become sheepdogs
themselves!
The evening meal was eaten and Bernadette and I shared the washing up.
Apparently her mum and her use to do the washing up afterwards before I
turned up, so in some ways I was helping to make my Aunty Poss' life
easier. After dinner each night the girls had a choice of TV, playing the
piano, reading, talking or studying (in school term).
With mum and I here the usual routines were put to one side as my mother
held court with her sister, relating amusing memories to all of us,
leaving Uncle Bill alone to watch the television in peace or do the farm
bookkeeping. My nerves that night were somewhat taut realising that
tomorrow I'd have to meet Mrs Lodge and this would be the final hurdle
before I could consider that my stay here was to be more permanent, so my
personality that evening was somewhat subdued.
I was to quickly learn that school holidays could be extremely boring if
you didn't have transport to take you into the nearby town (2 miles),
either by bike horse or car, if you were old enough to drive. If you
weren't wanted on the farm and the council pool was open, most of the
kids seemed to congregate down there in summer.
When the pool was closed for cleaning which was always during winter,
unless you were invited to friend's places and that usually meant
cycling, or riding, time use to drag by slowly. I was to use that spare
time learning guitar and saxophone as all of my cousins could play the
piano sitting in the lounge room.
That night I went to bed early and didn't wake up until the sunlight was
lightening the bedroom the following morning. Now I was learning about
some of the farm tasks, I changed into my jeans from yesterday and walked
out to milk Rosie then divvy up the milk, feed the bears, collect the
eggs and head back inside for breakfast before I thought about having a
wash. My routine was already starting to become normal by my 3rd day
here!
I walked into the kitchen carrying the 2 quart pot of family milk as well
as 3 eggs to be greeted by all of my cousins waiting with smiles on their
faces with Bernadette asking me how I went milking Rosie. "Didn't spill
the milk coming back and I fed the bears too," I replied, returning their
smiles, while tipping the 'family' milk into 2 smaller jugs that were in
the fridge.
"We'll make a farm girl of you yet," Foxy said to me. "It's kind of nice
to know that someone else is up before you and doing the milking," she
said. I chuckled back and told her that I was still new and eager and
that I doubted I'd be this bright and eager in a few weeks time.
"We'll settle for the sleep ins you're giving us for now Steph," Foxy
piped back as I reached for the cereal box and adding milk took it into
the dining room to eat. Toast that morning didn't appeal to me, so I took
my used bowl out to the sink and then headed up to my bedroom to get my
wash things, hoping to be first into the shower letting everyone know I'd
do the washing up after I'd showered.
I opened the bedroom door to find mum getting ready to go to breakfast.
Telling her I'd been awake for hours, milked the cow and fed the chooks,
had her gaily laughing to me reminding of that she'd done the same things
when she was my age. She then reminded me about my interview this
morning, suggesting I wear something nice, but not too dressy. I kissed
her my thanks and went back outside to get showered, with her following
behind me to the kitchen for breakfast.
I showered and powdered myself before walking back upto the bedroom to
get dressed. I heard a knock and answered, "I'm free," which I'd taken a
liking to after a comedy show on TV I'd recently seen. In fact it was the
popular catch cry of most of my school mates when someone knocked on a
classroom door.
Bernadette came in and asked me what I was going to wear for my interview
today. Smiling at her I told her that my mind wasn't made up and then
told her about my mothers advice to wear something nice but not too
dressy. "Do you mind?" Bernie asked me as she walked over to my wardrobe
and opening it rummaged through my clothes taking out a matching
skirt/top ensemble, then suggesting the white shoes I'd loaned her the
other day which she said she return to me after she cleaned them first.
The outfit she'd selected was a pale lime skirt with a darker multi green
coloured floral patterned print on it, that came down to my knees with a
pale green coloured heavy cotton peasant style top. The white shoes I
knew matched the outfit, as I been with mum when she brought it and told
me what shoes would go with it. Mum told me it would look nice on me, but
I didn't like the colour green particularly and preferred blues, lilacs
and lavenders instead and would have picked another colour if I'd been
choosing the outfit instead of mum.
However I was sincerely appreciative and happy that Bernadette wanted to
help me choose my clothes today and I knew that whatever opinions she had
had about me previously, they had now been completely tossed out and she
was starting to treat me and think of me as her female cousin and not as
her male cousin Steven.
"Light beige pantyhose?" was my inquiring suggestion, which had her
nodding her head in agreement. So with my clothes now laid out on my bed
I asked Bernadette if she'd leave and let me get changed. She then told
me that I should stop being such an old maid and that her mum had
actually told both her and her sisters to ignore my wishes about them
being partially undressed in front of me or of them seeing me partially
undressed, but she wasn't supposed to say anything about it to me so she
asked me not to mention it to her mum.
"We think of you as a girl now Steph and you need to relax around other
women getting dressed," she told me. I thanked her but then asked her to
look in the inside of the wardrobe door. She walked over and looked,
before saying "We all wondered why you didn't go in the water yesterday,
but its obvious now why you didn't. Perhaps you need to try using a
tampon Steph. I find that if I change them every hour or so when I'm
swimming there isn't any problem," she informed me.
"Ahmm," I said to her. "Under the circumstances Bernie, I'd rather not
use tampons, if you get my drift," I told her blushing but with a smile.
She started to tell me that it was no big deal using a tampon, when she
suddenly stopped and looked at me embarrassed as she quickly realised
what wearing a tampon for me entailed!
"Sorry Steph I wasn't thinking," she told me with a blushing face
realising her mistake.
Laughing it off and moving towards my underwear drawer, Bernadette told
me she'd leave me in peace to get dressed and walked out closing the door
behind her. I quietly chuckled to myself as I reached in and took out my
underwear, silently congratulating myself on having an actual girl forget
that I wasn't one and discussing personal hygiene matters so easily with
me.
I went over to my toiletry bag and took out a napkin and placed it inside
my panties, thinking I still had 4 more days to go this month, as I then
put them on trying to make sure the napkin bulge was as comfortable as I
could make it. Mum had also gone and brought me some thin liners while we
were shopping the other day, to use on pre day and my light days, she
told me as she handed me the packet in front of my cousins!
On went the bra and in went the inserts I'd chosen for today (my largest
cutlets of course). Then I eased on my pantyhose making sure they didn't
ladder or sag anywhere, before putting my top on. The bedroom door
suddenly opened and I knew it was mum, because everyone else knocked and
asked if I was descent first.
"I'll brush your hair out before you put your skirt on Steph," my mother
informed me. So I went over and sat on her bed as she took the large soft
brush off the dressing table and came over and sat down beside me and
began methodically drawing the brush through my hair.
As she did this, mum told me that we were being driven to the interview
by Foxy and we'd be leaving no later then 10.45. Mum went through various
scenarios that might happen or what might be said, reminding me that
she'd be with me in the interview and for me to be myself and answer Mrs
Lodge's questions honestly, remembering not to pause to long before
replying to a question.
The feel of the soft bristle brush was relaxing me as it always did. Mum
finished talking and put the brush back signalling an end to my pleasure
after about 15 minutes. Mum suggested I wear a pair of black flat soled
shoes with a thin buckle strap and when I told her I thought that my
white shoes would be nicer, was told that she agreed with the outfit I
had on and wanted me to appear demure, adding that 3 inch heels weren't
suitably demure for a 14 year old young lady.
"Not to much make up either Steph.," Mum advised me, telling me that it
might be better if I went to the interview with as little make up as
possible, to show Mrs Lodge that I certainly did look like a young girl
and without the need of very much make up, besides telling me that she
didn't think that any principal would allow young girls to wear much make
up to school anyway. Mum then told me that she'd do my makeup this
morning so as I looked my best and asked me to wait until she was
finished dressing.
She then sat me back down on her bed and taking my make up kit started to
apply my face for me. After a few minutes, she said she was finished and
suggested that I have a look, so partly dreading how my face would look
with little make up, was surprised to see that I did indeed look quite
pretty, while noticing that there actually DID appear to be little make
up on my face. "Wow mum, I'll remember how you did this for the future,"
I assured her, suddenly feeling much better within myself.
Waiting for mum to finish, we then both walked out of the bedroom
together and down towards the kitchen, where I immediately saw the dirty
dishes and took on my new regular duty of washing up. Bernadette came out
and told me my shoes were now clean, which had me telling her that I was
now going to wear my low heeled black shoes which surprised Bernie so she
simply told me she'd put them back in my wardrobe and headed off to do
so.
It was about 9 o'clock now and after I finished the breakfast washing up
knew that I simply had to wait for it to be time to leave. Margaret came
over and gave me a hug asking if I was nervous about today, which had me
telling her "not really". She them told me that I'd be quite OK and
looked quite nice in the clothes I was wearing, which had me thanking her
and hugging her back with a smile.
Time really dragged on that morning, with nothing to do but wait until it
was time to leave.
"Are you ready to go Steph?" Foxy asked me as she reached for the car
keys.
"Can I come along to?" Bernadette asked only to be quickly told by her
mother that she had washing that needed to be done, so with mum telling
me to go get my things, I came back carrying my purse and was loudly
wished good luck by everyone and got into the back seat and Foxy quickly
sped off.
Mrs Lodge's house was on the outskirts of Culcairn actually on the way
back to Henty so it only took about 10 minutes to get there and it was
only 10.50 when we pulled into the street, so Foxy drove past the house
and turned round further up the street and waited a few minutes before
driving back and stopping outside Mrs Lodge's house.
Mum and I got out and headed for the front door while Foxy drove the car
a few houses up and stopped there. A minute after ringing the door bell,
it was opened by a man of about 50 who knowing who we were, invited us
inside telling us that he was a relative of Mrs Lodge, while then
informing my mother that she should be seated indicating a chair, while I
was to follow him and we entered another room and had the door closed
behind me.
Mrs Lodge was sitting behind a large desk and introduced herself to me
after saying my name and asking me to be seated while inquiring of me as
to whether I required refreshments, which I politely declined. She
immediately commenced the interview informing me that she had my school
records from my old high school with a reference from my headmaster,
along with several letters of recommendation from some of my teachers she
told me with a surprised inflection in her voice and with a raised
eyebrow.
I was informed that my grades were "quite satisfactory," and that
Culcairn High could also cover my curriculum course subjects, including
music she told me with a smile. All the while I felt the silent presence
of her relative seated behind me. We then commenced a question and answer
session, which I did my best to answer her questions, honestly, quickly
and without fidgeting, or stumbling over sentences. After we'd finished
that, she asked me to go get my mother and come back in.
I primly stood up, walked over and quietly opened the door and closed it
behind me heading to get my mother. I told her that Mrs Lodge wanted to
speak with both if us and so led her back towards the office door before
knocking and waiting to be allowed to enter, which came almost
immediately.
A 2nd chair had now also been placed beside the one I had been sitting
in. Mrs Lodge got up and introduced herself to my mother asking both of
us to be seated. The gentleman was now seated to the side of the desk I
was seated on, although still not saying anything.
Mrs Lodge sat back down and immediately began to inform my mother that I
had satisfactorily answered her scholastic questions and that now she
wished to ask both of us several questions of a more personal nature
about Stephanie, before she could give us an answer as to whether I could
be enrolled at Culcairn high.
Most of her questions were directed to myself although she occasionally
asked a clarifying question to my mother if my answer had been ambiguous
or confusing. These questions went on for about 20 minutes and I knew
were at an end, when she paused and made an inquiring smile to her male
relative seated just across from me. I saw a perceptible nod of his head
and a smile on his face, although he said nothing.
Mrs Lodge then asked us to wait outside for a few minutes and leading the
way, I opened and closed the doors and followed mum back outside.
Although it seemed longer than a few minutes, we were shortly approached
by the "silent" gentleman (as I thought of him) and informed us that Mrs
Lodge would see us again now.
We re-entered the room and again were asked to be seated. The silent
gentleman sat down across from me again and as she had the other previous
times, Mrs Lodge commenced immediately speaking about the reasons for
today's interview, without any informal friendly conversation.
Mrs Lodge officially congratulated and welcomed me as a new student to
Culcairn high. I was then informed of certain conditions mainly involving
privacy issues due to the needs to ensure that genetic females I would be
with could not object if my correct gender were to be found out, which
included me using certain toilets and change rooms that were separate to
the female student facilities, along with me understanding that I could
not participate in interschool sports either.
I was informed I'd be granted exemption from doing PE, unless, I wished
to participate in that subject, in which case I'd be expected to get
changed in the separate facilities she had told me of. If I didn't attend
PE I'd be expected to use the study hall facilities.
Mrs Lodge also explained that if I was to get hurt, the school nurse
would obviously have to be told of my gender, otherwise except for the
district supervisor, no one else would be made aware of my gender. We
were informed that my transfer records would be locked in her office safe
at school and that anyone wishing to see them had to ask for them through
her.
However Mrs Lodge could not assure me of being allowed to attend the
school if my gender were to become public knowledge. I was then told that
since my gender details were now locked away, it was only if I made a
mistake myself and was discovered that my enrolment in the school could
be jeopardised.
I was then told that my feminine appearance, speech, and mannerisms today
had certainly impressed her and that unless she had known of my gender,
would have assumed that I was a 14 year old girl, which I was to be
congratulated on as I hadn't made any sort of mistake that she could
notice, and had been scrutinised quite closely, she told me. I smilingly
blushed and thanked her.
I was then told that I would not be shown bias in any way and that she
could now appreciate my situation better as she had made discreet
inquiries and discovered a private school outside Wagga, which
specifically catered for gender disoriented students and asked me why I
had not tried to enrol there first.
I answered her by saying that I didn't wish to draw attention to myself
and hoped that by living with my female cousins, I could learn how to
behave as a female much easier in a female environment. In fact I
informed Mrs Lodge, my interview with my own relatives was considerably
tougher than the one that she had subjected me to. Not, I hastened to add
to her, that her interview had not been exacting either, which brought a
friendly smile to her face.
Mrs Lodge then stood up and said that unless we had any more questions I
was free to leave to enjoy the rest of my holidays. I stood up taking her
proffered hand and thanked her for having the courage to even consider my
becoming a student at her school and the personal time she had set aside
from her own holidays to allow me to have this interview, which she
simply smiled away.
"Stephanie, that's part of my job dear. I'm always available to each and
every one of my students," she told me. My mother then thanked her and we
left the office with her chatting with my mother as she saw us outside
before walking back in and closing her door.
I excitedly raced for the car and on opening the back car door gushed out
my good news to Foxy, who congratulated me while my mother got into the
front. The mood of the trip back was considerably gayer then the trip had
been to Culcairn.
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