Becoming A Teenage Girl Pt 8
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Becoming a Teenage Girl - Intermission by Annette Nicole Smith.
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The timeline for this intermission covers the period from late June 1987
to the end of the Aug/Sept school holidays of the same year. With diaries
now available for me to refer to I'll try and use dates so at to
hopefully give readers a better understanding of certain events when
compared to weeks involved.
Obviously to protect the privacy of friends still living in and around
Culcairn, some names have (understandably) had to be changed.
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When planning to write about my life earlier on this year, it was with
the best intentions of telling my entire 40 year life over 7 or so
chapters!
The problem with that has been in my attempts to detail or explain a
specific situation's ramifications or the lead up to it in a brief
amount of words, which I have failed at dismally. - Thus this
intermission chapter idea.
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My life living in Henty might appear to be a blur of weekend shopping and
cinema trips, but the reality was that most of the time it could be and
often was boring. It's just that it was the shopping trips that always
spring so readily to mind. So perhaps it might be a good idea to pause
and tell you a bit about myself and where I was living in 1987.
Henty itself is situated mid way between Wagga and Albury about 40 miles
either way so it's about 360 odd miles from Sydney, Australia.
The farm I was staying on was about 3 miles south of the main town area
and not being old enough to drive so that travelling meant riding a
bicycle to and fro unless you had a friendly chauffeur to drive you.
Aside from the shops in Henty, the nearest ones where you could actually
buy something worthwhile were at Culcairn 10 miles further south where I
also go to school. There was only one train stopping during daylight
hours each day at the station headed south and that was at around 4.15pm
with the train heading north stopping at Henty around 9.30 of a morning,
so forget about using trains.
There was a bus route of sorts but aside from early morning school
busses, they only operated a 2 hourly service each way, mainly to cater
for workers and shoppers. But being in the country the main
transportation was by car, so you had to depend on family or friends if
you wanted to go anywhere unless you were old enough to drive. 17 was the
minimum age for getting a licence and Bernadette and I were only 15.
My actual birthday is on 24th of October. My body figure back in August
1987 was 32-25-34 and I had an A cup bra size. I was 5'3" and use to wear
size 8-10 clothes although some of my jeans were a size 10-12!
In Burwood where I use to live, if I had wanted to go somewhere, public
transport made it easy to do and since we all lived generally close to on
another (usually being only a matter of a few streets to cover)
socialising was easy. At least in Henty township, the houses were
reasonably close together but out on the farms, visiting was a major
undertaking.
Mobile phones, still weren't cheap (like today)and had been around for a
while but unless your parents were rich, very few kids use to have their
own. Besides the old style phones back then and the lack of mobile
network meant that texting or using the internet for that matter were not
the everyday occurrences they are today.
As for cable TV, there was only satellite in the bush back in the late
80's (far different to today) and Foxtel was a major undertaking. We only
had 3 free to air TV channels and one of those was the ABC. I suppose for
those reasons, parents did tend to allow considerable laxity (except for
doing homework and farm chores) and also a fair degree of liberty to do
socialising.
You were always encouraged to be involved in community happenings where
ever possible and to prevent mind numbing boredom you usually did so. It
was no wonder that almost everyone played a musical instrument or was
involved in a community team or group, because monotony was a major
problem with living in the country. I'd taken up the saxophone and guitar
and with all the spare time was actually becoming pretty passable at
them.
It seemed like everyone had formed their own or had joined a friend's pop
group band or the like. In fact several of my school friends (Natalie,
Vera, Michelle and her twin brother Dominic) and I formed our own folk
music band and depending on the day or who had transport, we'd often be
at one home or another, playing/singing out of tune music. Bernie was an
honorary voice and often joined in when we gathered at Swampview farm.
Swampview was about mid way between all our houses or farms, so at least
one day a fortnight was a rendezvous point for the others cycling to it
with a guitar strapped on the back of a bike. I discovered after a few of
months cycling that my legs and thighs were really starting to develop.
Bernadette had leg muscles marathon runners would've envied and thighs
you could crack walnuts open with!
I'm sure that NOW you can begin to understand that living in the country
meant a lot of tedium with very few outlets for fun and that those
outlets would have been considered 'tame' by people living in city and
suburban areas.
When comparing what I'd gone through since moving to Henty with most of
my school friends, in needing to have my nose redone and my adams apple
shaved (I use to tell them that I'd had my adenoids taken out to explain
my new higher pitched voice) I was definitely out of the ordinary to
most. So perhaps the teasing I got when the kids first saw my bruised
face was understandable and deserved (perhaps) to some extent.
"Frankenface" and "the mummy" which a lot of the kids had called me were
now however just lingering memories. In fact, even the dream princesses
were usually leaving me in peace, although Donna was still being a bitch
at times. After the initial surprise factor wore off I was allowed to
return to be being simple old Stephanie and I much preferred it that way.
Mum had had to go back to Sydney a week after my facial unveiling but
that week had been a source of laughter and fun with Bernadette and I
receiving make up classes each afternoon after school, much to the horror
of Bernie's mum as we'd usually come to the dining table of an evening
looking like sultry vixens. My mum made her sister simply laugh it off as
high spirited teenage girl fun but also made sure that we behaved like
prim and proper young ladies at the table.
Even shopping, although fun did have its limitations as those times were
dictated by the distances involved in driving which (at times) due to the
lateness of game finishing times meant that the shops were almost closing
anyway.
And there were only so many fashion parades a teenage girl could hold at
home after you'd tried on most of your other cousin's clothes a few times
or had modelled your own wardrobe for your friends already!
So when it was all boiled down, my new life was one of house chores,
(milking, washing up, beds made, helping house cleaning, sometimes
cooking breakfast or a cake) attending school, homework and study, music
lessons, Saturday sport attendance, shopping, fortnightly going to the
pictures of a Saturday evening (at Culcairn), visiting the local pool
(when it was open) or cycling to a friends place, or cycling about 4
miles to the local park to play or practice sport.
During winter, the cold crisp mornings usually put a dampener on doing
anything except trying to stay warm. Although morning milking usually
fell to the first one awake, for some reason it was almost invariably me
who was first up and walking around. Even the possibility of using the
bathroom first didn't help after that first cold morning in June.
As to the excitement I'd first always felt putting on girls clothes, this
eventually wore off as the mornings got colder. Also due to the
repetitiveness of it all, you didn't even feel like taking a day off sick
when you had only the monotony of farm life to surround you by staying at
home, (provided that aunty Poss didn't chase you up each morning to get
ready for school anyway).
ARE YOU FINALLY getting the idea that for all the fun I've written about
in previous chapters, country life could be (and was) 10 times as tedious
as were the fun times that took place. So anything that changed the usual
humdrum was to be grasped with both hands and held onto tightly.
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Because of the tenderness of my facial work, Bernadette's and my sporting
practices had to be toned down somewhat over June and July and although
we now had 6 girls from her team or in the same year as her often coming
down to the park on either Wednesday or Thursday (or both) these
afternoons had to be cut short with it getting dark around 5pm. This only
allowed for around 40 minutes of practice, unless it was Thursdays when
the floodlights came on for the adult's practices where we could practice
off to the side but still under lights.
After a few Thursday evenings of finishing practice, one evening we were
asked if we all wanted to join in the adults practices, which brought
about eager and enthusiastic replies, so Thursday nights use to see our
parents cars pulling up around 9ish to pick up tired and exhausted school
girls, starving and keen to get home and get warm.
But those extra practices really worked. The girls found extra fitness
and stamina with the need to practice/compete against others who were
often 8 or 9 years older then them. Bernie and some of her teammates
could now run flat out for an entire hockey game, thus beating opponents
easily as their own fatigue started to make them wilt and their play fall
off.
For myself, I was now starting to find the going difficult at practices.
My stamina was now being tested and often I'd find myself slowing down
and breathing hard since the normal fitness I use to have having always
played sport was now missing. Not only was I slowing down but also
getting knocked down much more often to my bruised despondency. But for
all the bruises my one consolation was in having Bernie's school mates
treat me as an equal and a friend.
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One Saturday in early August (8th Aug) Bernadette's school hockey team
was playing on the home fields at Wagga, and were short of players due to
several sudden family emergencies and I was offered the chance to play a
game with them as an illegal "ring in" with the coaches' connivance.
Usually if a team was short, they'd take someone from one of the sides
who'd already played, but that morning Mt Erin under 15's was the first
game for the day and this wasn't possible. After quiet discussions with
the coach and a quick hunt around, which found me a daggy old uniform
(but no runners for me to wear underneath) along with a pair of boots
which were 2 sizes to big for me, I raced over to the nearby women's
toilet and proceeded to get changed to play.
Borrowing someone else's spare stick, I then ran onto the field as an Mt
Erin girl in a team which was still short by two players. (Mum would have
been so proud of me that day and she laughed uproariously when I phone
her that evening and told her all about it).
Playing a sort of right wing position, I found that my fitness compared
to the opponent that I was marking, was just a tad jaded and if it wasn't
for the fact that the whole opposing side were of such a poor standard
I'd have been blown off the park. Most of the game, the ball stayed
around mid field or in the opponent's goal area, as the half time score
of 4-nil testified, along with my gasping for breath while eating an half
orange at the interval!
The girl I was specifically responsible for marking was quite a bit
quicker than myself (which DID surprise me) so I was forced to spend most
of my time trying to catch up to her and fouling her or stick checking
her to negate her speed. This caused her to not only get frustrated and
fluff her trappings, but it also had me being constantly penalised.
Unsportsmanlike like it might have been, but it did slow down the game
and enabling my teammates to get back into position.
My only saving grace was in having the awareness to run to open spaces
away from opposition markers, allowing my own teammates to pass to me and
for me to run up field and usually find a team mate to pass forward to,
setting our team up on attack. The important thing though was winning 9-
nil with Bernadette scoring a goal.
After the game, I was forced to have to use the change rooms with the
other girls (no ladies toilet allowed this time) and although obviously
shying away from taking a shower(!) I still had to strip down to my
underwear to change back into what I'd worn to the match.
Girls changing rooms antics (at least in winning teams) were no different
to the boys I found out, having my cotton pantied arse playfully whipped
with a towel and copping good natured abuse for my clumsy efforts at
tackling along with a friendly razzing over having such a small bust!
For the voyeurs out there.....Although I'd often occasionally glimpsed
Bernadette naked, I was quite surprised to find that most of the girls in
her team didn't shave their vaginal areas and were quite bushy down
there. I suppose it's a far cry today with teenage girls, but back then
getting a "Brazilian" was something you might have only thought about if
you were an adult.
Making sure not to see Bernie naked, I managed to get changed and get
back outside before she'd finished her shower so apart from winning, the
sight of so many naked girls my own age made that day a stand out for
me!!!
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Just as an aside and I should have mentioned it in a much earlier
chapter, it surprised me that girls apparently didn't think about their
underwear too much in relation to their uniform.
When I'd first seen the school uniform I was going to wear, it made me
pay attention to the colour of my underwear. Since the uniform skirt was
a dark navy blue, I'd made up my mind (and mum agreed) that I'd wear
matching dark blue or black cotton panties under my skirt for modesty.
On the first day at school and every day since I was always amazed to see
a sea of white panties under most desks, where as with my dark ones I'd
like to think I was being more astute.
It wasn't hard to figure out the perverted boys in class as they were the
ones who almost inevitably came into the classroom last. I'd have thought
that it MUST have been a distraction to the male teaching staff as well,
since a few of the girls were quite alluring...even wearing school
uniforms.
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Tuesday August 25 was also a key day which I recorded for posterity in my
diary. On opening my school case for 6th period (straight after lunch) I
found a small wrapped gift inside of it. Being careful to stay unobserved
by Margo sitting next to me I looked at it hypnotically for around 30
seconds before closing the bag and carefully looking around for some boy
looking at me.
To the sound of "Steph" being quietly hissed at me by Margo I turned back
and looked shamefaced at Mr Lennox's staring inquisitively at me. With a
blush I put my bag down and stared red faced at my desk while
distractedly moving my books around on it.
At the end of that period I slowly took my time about packing up for my
next class and carefully tore off the wrapping paper around the gift. On
doing this I discovered inside was a box of Roses chocolates (yummy) and
a small hand written note which I clumsily tried to read without anyone
seeing me. The note was asking if I'd like to go out sometime, but not
saying who it was from!
"Stephanie's got a boyfriend" Margo teased me in a quiet singsong tone
which had me blushing furiously and quickly shutting my school case,
while standing up to leave. "What's his name" she quietly whispered to me
as we walked to the next class with me hissing replies adamantly refuting
everything in red faced embarrassment.
We walked into Maths together and I sat down next to my friend Natalie
(Nat) hoping that my face wouldn't show anything unusual while saying
hello to her. I spent that entire lesson silently wondering who my secret
admirer might have been and afterwards couldn't recall anything that the
teacher had shown us. I must have written down notes, because my school
book had equations in it, but how the heck they got there was a mystery
to me.
I left the classroom after the bell heading for final period science,
with Nat talking to me about something or other and me absently nodding
my head and agreeing with her, with the thoughts of who'd actually given
me the chocolates still racing round in my mind. Margo had to go to
another room so I was spared any inquisition from her at least.
It wasn't until after the final bell with Nat and I were sitting on the
bus waiting for it to take us home, that I showed her the note and the
box of chocolates. She was happily excited for me, but admitted to not
recognising the handwriting either although suggesting several names of
boys who she told me she was certain had a crush on me.
We quietly talked about different boys and who it might have been. I was
completely surprised to hear that ANY boy might have actually liked me
let alone the 4 that Nat mentioned. She was smiling at my amazed facial
expression while she mentioned each boy's name and perhaps why he might
like me, excitedly asking me who I might like it to be.
To my way of thinking it really didn't matter who it was, because I'd
never spoken of (or had for that matter) any boy that I thought was cute.
The trip home that afternoon had me stuttering and mumbling embarrassed
replies to her questions along with adamantly refuting any desires about
anyone, to her constant girlish promptings. As the bus slowed down to her
stop she stood up and in a loud mock whisper wished me "pleasant fantasy
dreams tonight" before getting off.
For the rest of that afternoon and into dinner I was unusually subdued
answering questions and even then, using single syllable replies, being
distantly distracted all evening as the anonymous gift sender drove me to
complete distraction.
During the washing up I asked Bernadette how her latest flame was turning
out which meant that I didn't have to say another word as Bernie couldn't
be shut up as she waffled on about him! I'd already decided that there
was no use talking to Bernie about my problem, because she had a
boyfriend and more importantly wanted to have one too.
So it was to my favourite cousin (only 'just' in front of Bernadette)
Maureen/Foxy who I turned to, when I quietly asked her if we could go
somewhere private and talk. At her suggestion we slipped into her bedroom
and talked in hushed tones as I related my problem to her.
She listened to my predicament in respectful silence (because with the
medications I was taking, my body (and my mind for that matter) simply
didn't HAVE ANY sexual emotions or feelings towards ANY boy or girl I
explained to Foxy. After I'd finished explaining everything to her, she
smiled at me and gave her usual gentle guinea pig whimpering laugh.
We talked about all sorts of contingencies, before she suggested I try
something that she'd had to try once herself. She told me to take a pair
of my clean knickers and wrap them in the same paper along with a note
inside of it explaining how I felt and to leave it in my school bag and
see if it disappeared over the next few days.
That way she told me, if the boy REALLY liked me he might make himself
known, and if worse came to worse he could accept my rejection without me
or his friends having to know about it and save him any embarrassment.
The idea sounded brilliant to me and I thanked her with a wasted request
not to tell anybody about what we'd just talked about, before dashing
back to my bedroom to follow her advice.
I sat down at my desk across from Bernadette and started writing out a
note for my secret admirer to read. In it I explained how flattering the
gift was from him and then explaining that because of my school work and
my parent's wishes, I couldn't have a boyfriend until I turned 16, but I
was sending him a pair of my favourite underwear for him to remember me
by and hoped that he wouldn't be upset. (Foxy's idea was brilliant wasn't
it!)
The next morning after Bernie had left for school I looked through my
underwear and decided to sacrifice a favourite pair of lavender coloured
satin panties to give to him, even spraying some of my perfume on them
before encasing my note inside of the panties and rewrapping the parcel,
them sticking a small card with a large drawn heart on the front of it.
On the bus that morning I told Nat that my mother had told me (when I
phoned her last night) I wasn't old enough to have a boyfriend yet and so
I was leaving him a card in my case telling him that. I made sure that
Nat, along with a few other friends were nowhere near my school case
which I always left in the same spot each break. On checking my case
after recess, I saw that the parcel was now missing (gee he was quick)
and for the next few days kept a close watch out for any unusual signs or
attention from boys.
Hugs and Kisses
Stephanie.
P.S. I actually DID find out who my secret admirer was at the school Xmas
party the following year. To avoid leaving you all second guessing
(because I'm not a nasty person)..... It wasn't Dominic.
HE had the most incredible "secret" crush on Natalie who found him (and
the situation) quite amusing - in a girl and her puppy dog kind of way.
She happily and good naturedly kept him at arms length till even he
eventually took the hint and left her alone.
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