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Becoming a teenage Girl - Pt 6
By Annette Nicole Smith
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New Years Eve 1986: Yesterday I finally found out that I'd be going to
Culcairn high school starting late January and was ecstatic. However mum
was leaving to go back to Burwood tomorrow and the crutch that I'd had
for almost 3 months was no longer going to be around to show or explain
things to me.
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Waking up early this morning as usual I quickly got dressed and headed
out to do my morning chores. Feeding and milking Rosie I then took the
milk and sorted it out into house and pets (Monday and Friday were my
days for also separating out enough milk to make butter for the house)
then feeding my precious little bears and collecting eggs from the hen
yard before heading back inside.
Walking with a spring to my step I realised that tomorrow morning mum
would be leaving to go back home leaving me on my own. With that thought
in my mind I walked into the kitchen to put the milk and eggs away before
deciding to have toast this morning, because cooking eggs for 7 people
for breakfast again was most likely straining my relationship with the
hens!
With the kettle boiled and a piece of toast in my hand, I headed up to
the bedroom to get my things for a quick shower before anyone else. With
6 women in the house at the moment (5 after tomorrow) I knew the angst of
getting an uninterrupted shower and wanted to seize the opportunity while
it availed itself to me.
Once back in the bedroom and stripping out of my clothes from yesterday,
I put on my brunch coat and grabbed my towel and toiletry bag then headed
back towards the bathroom, amazed that my mother could sleep in a room
being as bright as this one was.
This morning though, someone had foiled my plans! On walking towards the
bathroom it was closed and I heard a shower running, which meant I'd
probably now have to queue with the others.
Walking into the dining room I thought to catch up on the early morning
telly shows, which surprisingly I hadn't watched since I'd arrived here.
In fact I hadn't watched ANY television at all since arriving! - go
figure that.
About 10 minutes later the sounds of running water ceased and less than 5
minutes after that the bathroom door opened and the sound of a door
closing shortly afterwards. Quick as lightening I was up and heading for
the bathroom, closing the bathroom door just as I heard another bedroom
door opening.
Quickly stripping off, I carefully looked at my body and face in the
mirror wondering in my mind if I'd changed very much in the past 24
hours. Vanity knows no bounds in a young teenage girl, does it!
Sighing softly as no apparent change seemed to be noticeable, I turned on
the shower and waiting for a warm flow of water then backed into the
shower stream and relaxed under the soothing water.
Remembering a flippant remark from the other day I quickly wet my hair
and massaged in shampoo then began to soap my body before rinsing off the
suds and then finishing my hair, turned the taps off to let myself drip
dry for a few moments before reaching for my towel to pat myself dry
completely.
With my body now dry I automatically reached for my body talc and
liberally splashing it onto me, leaving a white powder trail in the
shower, so that meant turning on a tap to wash the excess powder away.
Then on with my brunch coat and reaching for the door handle I quickly
walked back up the hall towards the bedroom and back inside to its
relevant sanctuary.
Dressing was always a fun early part of the day, along with putting on
makeup so I rifled through the wardrobe for a top as I'd decided to wear
the same jeans I'd had on yesterday then dug out a clean pair of panties,
bra and a pair of short socks, thinking I'd wear my sneakers for round
the house duty. Half stifling a yawn I dug out a panty napkin and put it
in my panties before putting them on. With another yawn, I then slipped
put bra and socks on before putting my top on.
Mum was silently watching me through partly closed eyes, an amused smile
on her face as she watched her recently discovered daughter getting
dressed and ready to face another day. I wriggled into my jeans before
bending down and grunting as I picked up a sneaker to put on my foot,
before repeating the same noise while doing the other one too.
"There's no use pretending you're sleeping mum. I could see you looking
at me while I got dressed." Then I reached for my make up bag to put on
my face.
"How could I possibly sleep in with your so delicate lady like grunting
while you put your shoes on" mum said with a laugh as she pulled back the
bed covers and decided to get up before 7.30 for the first time since
she'd arrived. "Oh my shattered nerves, it's only 6.30 Steph," my mother
informed me.
"I thought you might like to go and milk Rosie. Sort of bring back
childhood memories for you wouldn't it?" I said to her with a smile.
Finishing my makeup I reached for the brush to quickly brush my hair into
a ponytail and tie it back to then let it slowly dry in the air. "Coming
outside mum?" I then walked out of the bedroom door towards the kitchen
either to fill the teapot or else see if there were enough plates yet to
start washing.
A few minutes later mum emerged into the kitchen to be met by a chorus of
good Mornings, which she sleepily replied to, while subconsciously
reaching for a mug to pour tea into as I pushed the toaster lever down to
make her toast.
Aunty Poss and the girls were talking about the New Years Eve party we
were all attending that evening. Mum asked what the dress code was for
the evening to be told it was strictly casual as there was no party theme
that any of them knew about. Mum decided that she might simply wear the
clothes she put on this morning after she showered and said so, to the
agreement of the others.
"What about you Steph?" Aunty Poss asked me. Smiling back at her I told
her I'd see what the rest of them were wearing and then follow the trend.
I then asked her if there was going to be a wash today as I had a few
items that needed to get done. She told me that the washing machine was
in the laundry and if I needed instructions on how to make it work,
simply to ask.
"No better time than the present," I remarked heading back to the
bedroom, whereupon collecting 3 days worth of dirty washing in my arms I
carried it towards the laundry. Aunty Poss followed me out and watched me
loading the washing machine.
"Steph, a word to the wise, if you want to wash your delicates honey, do
them by hand," Aunty Poss said to me. "Besides if you wash your undies
during your period, you ALWAYS wash them by hand, just in case your
napkin leaks. Any girl knows that." To which I didn't but sheepishly took
all my clothes out and only put my tops and skirts back into the machine,
which was now only partly filled.
Aunty Poss chuckled to me and told me that I had just received my first
lesson in being a girl on a farm, to which I smiled back and thanked her,
before filling up the sink next to the washing machine so as to now hand
wash my bras, panties and stockings.
"Your cousins have a few items they need to have washed too, so we'll
wait for them to bring them out and then I'll show you how the machine
works Steph. You can soak your delicates for a few minutes while you do
the breakfast washing up then come back and get started on them" Aunty
Poss suggested, and to which I meekly agreed.
After the washing up duties had been taken care of, Aunty Poss showed me
how to work the washing machine which admittedly, was different to the
one back home. I hand washed my delicates and hung them on the line. On
hearing the washing machine ending, the process was repeated with me
hanging out not only my own clothes but all of my cousins as well.
The rest of the morning was spent hanging around the farmhouse listening
to records. Bernadette was playing the piano (pretty well too) so I went
and sat down next to her to listen, mentally making a note to think about
learning the guitar or the saxophone, both of which Patrice, my eldest
cousin and no longer living at home, had left behind when she got
married.
Lunch and then a visit to the local pool with Bernadette and Margaret,
made sure that the rest of the day tended to go quicker than the morning
had. It was a pity I couldn't go in the water that day because it
certainly was hot and so had to sit on the sidelines of a group of
teenage girls and listen to their inane (at times) chatter about boys,
fashion, sex and rumours about who was going out with who and that the
BBQ tonight would prove if some of the rumours were true or not.
Little was I to know then, but in a few months time, I'd be anxiously
waiting for the weekends to come around and the chance to visit this very
same pool, just to be one of the girls doing that very same thing I was
amusedly listening to at the moment! We left the pool around 5ish to
start to get ready for the N.Y. BBQ that evening.
Not knowing what the dress code was for the evening, I asked Bernadette
what she was going to wear, only to be told that although it was a casual
night, it was a pretty big local 'do' and that the wrong clothes outfit
would be a fashion No, No, of the worst kind. "In fact Steph, I was going
to ask if I could look at your clothes again, because everyone knows all
my nice clothes" Bernadette informed me.
"Well if you find something you like Bernie, you know you don't even have
to ask to wear it, but while you're looking I'd appreciate it if you
could perhaps suggest an outfit for me," I told her thus hoping that I
then wouldn't appear to be over or under dressed tonight for my social
debut in the local community, but more importantly not upsetting the
local girls who'd be there tonight.
Together we headed for the bedroom and my wardrobe. While I sat on the
bed Bernadette took out and held up most of my outfits to her body
commenting on some and simply discarding others. Mum came in, saw what
was happening and simply turned around and walked back out of the room. I
heard her remarking to someone outside about not to interrupt an
important fashion meeting!
I'd assumed that Bernadette was going to wear my outfit from the other
day, as it really did look nice on her and when I suggested she wear that
dress again, was amazed to discover that she'd already nixed that on the
grounds that she'd been seen in it by some of the girls who'd be there
this evening and suggested that I do the same, in case one of the girls
hinted at hand me downs, which apparently was a major fashion faux par
among teenage girls.
On hearing that and knowing that it would probably still be sultry
weather this evening, I reached in a took out a short sleeved lilac
halter top and a white cotton knee length skirt which billowed out from
the hips and decided to wear my wedge platform sandals. The skirt was
diaphanous in the daytime and I'd normally wear a slip with it, but with
it being night time, I wasn't so worried about accidently revealing my
legs in silhouette.
Bernadette couldn't make up her mind and eventually decided on my
shimmering pink satin blouse and a pair of Lois' pattern stitched jeans.
I suggested she try the jeans on first and on beginning to take off her
shorts, had me racing for the door to avoid any potential embarrassment.
Standing outside the bedroom and waiting, my mum came up behind me and
began to open the door only to hear Bernadette's call of almost decent,
before mum declared who she was and entered, closing the door behind her.
The door opened and Bernadette came out holding the outfit saying that
she'd just have to take in the jeans an inch and they'd be perfect,
before kissing me on the cheek and heading for her bedroom.
I then re-entered the bedroom, to find my mum starting to get dressed for
the evening. "Not showering?" I inquired of mum while reaching for my
towel, coat and toiletry bag, to go to the bathroom.
Mum's reply, "No need to, I showered this morning," still had me walking
out the door determined to make sure I was fresh for the evening. "Who's
milking Rosie" had me quickly turning back and dropping my things on the
bed, before dashing off to do one of my three evening chores.
With those chores eventually done and now feeling somewhat grubby the
thought of a shower was foremost on my mind, so.....back to the bedroom
to get my things and straight into the bathroom!
Having changed into my outfit for the evening and putting on my makeup, I
joined my other cousins to find that the BBQ was obviously more important
than either my mother or I'd been led to believe judging by what everyone
else was wearing.
Bernadette was still wearing the clothes she'd picked out of my wardrobe
but had taken the time to do her makeup perfectly. Margaret and Foxy were
both wearing the skirts they'd brought the other day with the thigh high
split showing off their legs. Apparently Uncle Bill's mind must have been
changed or been changed for him as he didn't even remark on their outfits
when he saw them.
In fact, my 3 cousins looked stunning in their outfits and I was now
wondering whether or not to get changed into something more serious so as
not to be shown up, and was about to do so, when my mother obviously
reading my mind gently took a hold of my arm saying out loud that perhaps
we should all get going.
The BBQ that night was held on a farm several miles away and was held at
a different farm each year. Everyone was asked to pay a kitty of $5 per
adult as well as being expected to bring a plate of something from cakes
to coleslaw, so Aunty Poss had baked a few cakes for the main table.
On reaching the farm I was amazed to see so many cars parked in the
nearest cleared paddock. On getting out of the car, Bernadette took my
hand and led me towards group of young people, while the others headed
for the barn which was festooned in lights and bunting.
That evening Bernadette introduced me to the local girls as her cousin
from Queensland who'd be attending Culcairn high, which immediately had
me swept away by a few of the girls inquiry into what school year I was
in and what subjects I'd be taking. Bernadette was off with another group
of girls, obviously friends she knew well and either attending the same
school as her or wishing that they were.
That evening was my first introduction to the local community. Even Mrs
Lodge was there although she did not speak with me personally that
evening. Overall I seemed to fit in fairly smoothly with the other girls
and made a few friendships which would either bloom or blossom once
school started.
We ended up leaving around 12.30 and next morning I experienced the
sadness of watching my mother board the train back home. We said our
goodbyes in the bedroom before we all left for the station to see her
off, so the actual departure was smiles from everyone hug and kisses
between the 2 sisters, before a final hug for me and then she was
disappearing into the distance.
The main thing I remember about mum leaving was that when we got home to
the farm, Bernadette began moving her clothes back into "our" bedroom and
this time, "I" got to play the inquisitive girl, holding up various tops,
skirts or dresses to look at them on me in the mirror, mentally noting
the ones that looked good on me!
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My train trip back to Sydney on the 14th and my medical tests the next
day were uneventful except for the fact that I was now booked in for a
relatively minor operation on my throat (to shave my adams apple down and
to tighten the vocal chords in my throat to alter the my tone of pitch to
a higher level) during the May school holidays.
My appointments also included a visit with my mum to a plastic surgeon to
discuss minor facial surgery which was also going to be done at the same
time. Unfortunately for me, my nose would need to be deliberately broken
so that it could also be straightened and altered to make it smaller.
The bad news was that I'd have black eyes and bruising for about 4 weeks
or so afterwards, which filled me with dread not for just the pain but
also because of my facial appearance when I went back to school. The
before and after photos shown to me highlighted how my new face would
look, quite dramatically I might add.
This all had to be done at a private hospital which had me concerned
about the costs, until mum told me that she'd already taken out private
health coverage for me several months ago, fortunately!
Apparently my father, after an initial blow up on hearing of my leaving
to live in Henty (but not the true reason why) had accepted it, although
with bad grace, but it was with no repercussions on my brother, who my
mother told me had not said a word to my father or anyone else about my
wishing to become a girl.
Two days later I was hugging my mother tightly before boarding the train
back to Henty. There were tears aplenty both before boarding the train
and especially the evening before when Wendy came round with her mother
to catch up with us and for Wendy to give me another large case of Lois's
hand me downs!
The evening I was back on the farm, I again faced close scrutiny as
Bernadette and Margaret unpacked Lois' suitcase (with me silently sitting
on my bed,) watched carefully by both Foxy and my aunt. Most of the
clothes were a bit too big for me yet, but Bernadette and Margaret saw
possible outfits they could alter to fit them. Even Foxy remarked on one
of Lois' outfits as she held up to herself in the mirror!
The next 2 weeks saw me acclimatising to not only farm life and small
town life as well, but also to the experience of a house full of women.
Many were the suggestions made to me about changing mannerisms that I
needed to change if I was to fit in with other country girls. The main
two were my body posture and my walk, which I quickly changed from a
stiff jerky walk to a gentle ambling flowing gait and also changing my
need to try to be less rigid when I stood up.
In those areas, my eyes were constantly watching not only my cousins, but
when on town days or even at the pool, watching and trying to imitate the
other girls and women around me. While my conversational voice was always
soft, I had to learn to use sentences and phrases that only a woman would
use. THIS part was trickier and the constant corrections were numerous
almost to the point of frustration.
Even the way I did my make up had to change, as it was pointed out to me
that generally (most) country girls, but not all, (as I well knew by now
having attended the local pool most days) tended to go light on make up.
One thing was certain. I'd need to look at my make up colours in the very
near future, as my face was now tanning and turning brown and so my
original make up tones were now not going to be able to appear natural on
me. If I had it my way, that was all going to be settled with the next
trip to Wagga or Culcairn to visit the cosmetics counter.
My main health task of an evening now was to make sure I moisturised very
thoroughly and heavily! If outdoors for any lengthy period of a morning,
I'd re moisturize my face and exposed body, when I got back inside! I'd
even taken to wearing a floppy hat when outside after 8 in the morning to
avoid the sun burning my complexion.
In spite of all these precautions I was still getting a healthy country
girl glow, which along with losing some male "puppy" fat was altering my
appearance quite remarkably.....Now IF only my boobs would start
growing....But that was still a few months away yet, damn it!
Hugs for now,
Stephanie
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