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Chapter five: Penny's day out
Friday August 25, Dear diary, I know I am being a pestering nuisance
being too picky with all these painstakingly minor accounts but I need to
completely capture every tiny detail to have long lasting memoirs. Let me
thank you in advance for retaining so precisely the greatest day that a
girl could dream of.
Dear diary, Let me tell you how I woke up
At 5:30 am, I was so excited to wake up that I forgot if I was dreaming.
I wake up and quickly realize this will be the most exciting day of my
life. I spend the next hour daydreaming what it will be like. I imagine
that a bra is perhaps the most feminine article of clothing so it was
probably inevitable that I would wear a bra in the next year or two even
if today went badly.
Dear diary, Let me tell you how I got up
At 6:30 am, after an hour of lying in bed I couldn't stand it anymore and
get up.
Good morning lovable diary, I hope you are ready for the enchanting
details about a young girl buying her first bra. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. For
next Halloween I am going to buy lipstick so I can leave you with loving
proof how much I adore you.
I get up and cautiously go to the bathroom hoping my parents are still
asleep. I have another bubble bath to get me in the mood but this time I
only use less than half water pressure. I take my girl's watch and only
spend fifteen minutes in the tub this time.
I have my pink pretend earrings and my curlers under a pink scarf. If I
was caught then they would find out that the curlers are dry from wearing
them all night.
Dear diary, Let me tell you how I got dressed
At 7:00 am, back in my bedroom I open my stash and select the panties I
want to wear and slip them on. Next comes the pink tights which are
totally out of character for a tomboy but I could pretend my other ones
were in the wash.
I put on my jeans and shirt which were conservative for a boy and for a
tomboy. I put on Brenda's small shoes and my tights were not very
noticeable but still I pulled my pants down a bit to cover them better.
Dear diary, Let me tell you how I do my hair
At 7:15 am, I used plenty of hair spray then I took out the rollers
carefully. Then I used another generous dose of hairspray. A few strokes
of a brush and then my hair became a girl's style especially with my pink
pierced earrings.
I very carefully put on my baseball cap and as I was leaving, I left a
note saying I was going out for the whole morning.
Dear diary, Let me tell you how I walk to the bus stop
At 7:45 am, our house was near the end of the block and there was only
three blocks before a church which would be empty since this was Friday.
Then after that was another three blocks to the bus stop.
There are not many kids who live nearby and the people are courteous but
generally keep to themselves so I was not overly worried particularly
since I did not look like I changed much. A neighbor I barely knew saw me
but was distracted by her dog.
It was only seven and a half blocks but still I was sure someone I knew
would see me but I was feeling fantastic as Penny was leaving my house
and looking forward to a very exciting day.
I got there and there is a lady sitting on the bench so I stand and read
the bus schedule. I had taken my girl watch but I had it hidden in my
pocket so this was a good time to put it on.
The next bus is supposed to arrive in 18 minutes. I realize in all my
planning I had forgotten to look up the schedule.
Dear diary, Let me tell you how I sit at the bus stop and even if this
seems too much please have patience.
At 8:00 am, I did not want to sit beside her but it was a long time to
stand and besides that I figured a girl would probably sit beside a lady
without reservation especially with a seat between them. So I sit on the
bench and wait.
She was lonely and after a few minutes got bored and started talking to
me. She was polite and asked me my name and how I liked school. I didn't
want to lie so I distracted her by telling her she had on a very nice
dress and that my favorite class was art class. She wasn't really
listening and starts telling me about her granddaughter who is my age. I
was glad to be the silent one.
About ten minutes later a car pulled up and the window rolled down. It
was a man looking for directions so I scurried to the car window mostly
as a distraction from the lady. The directions were easy since the guy
was only two blocks away from his destination.
I slowly went back to the bench and the lady was distracted by a bird on
the ground and started talking to it. Meanwhile I managed to sit quietly
until the bus came.
Dear diary, Let me tell you how I get on the bus
At 8:15 am, I pretend that I am polite and let her get on first but
actually I did not want her sitting beside me. Since she sat near the
front and boys always sit at the back, I take a seat just in front of the
middle. The bus stop is almost the end of the line and the rest of the
seats are empty.
I brought a small notebook to make notes so later we can chat and I can
catch you up. Best friends like you and me sweet diary need each other
for our heart-to-heart discussions. I am so excited that I may forget as
new experiences fill my tiny brain.
I did not have too much to say because it was an unsurprising morning as
I had predicted almost everything so far. It did not take long to write
the events so far and since it was a long bus ride I had plenty of time
for daydreaming. Imagine how wonderful it would be to wear a dress
sitting in my seat and on my way to buy pretty lingerie.
Dear diary, Let me tell you how I arrived down town
At 8:45 am, I then decided that I would get off the bus a few blocks from
the store so I could walk and get more relaxed since I was starting to
tighten up. I walk there and all of the people passing never notice.
Dear diary, Let me tell you how I get to Sears
At 9:00 am, as soon as I get near Sears I start to get sick so I guess
that I just have to get in and out of there quickly before I lose
control. But then halfway to the store as I felt my stomach do a
backwards somersault and I just froze.
So I walk around for a while. After all, what better way to ease a girl's
butterflies than to do a girl pastime by doing a little window shopping?
After 15 minutes or so I fairly calmed down and it was enough to try
again.
I entered Sears remembering I was in the store completely dressed as a
girl. I pretend I was shopping or at least browsing. It seemed like I
inched my way as if Penny was dragging me to my future.
As I got to the floor below the foundations department, what they called
the intimate apparel department back in the old days, I was dawdling as a
delaying tactic. I dared myself because I somehow had to force myself to
continue. I even made up imaginary punishments if I fail.
Sooner than I would have liked I found the escalator going to the top
floor. I started my habitual countdown. I used to count up but then as I
got closer to the goal I would increase the number. A count down had an
inevitable ending.
Sixty seven, sixty six, sixty five ..... eight, seven, six ... Do you
remember the old time radio science fiction program X-1? 'X' minus five,
four, three, two, 'X' minus one, fire. I stepped on and hoped for the
best.
While on the way up I was thinking I was like a lamb to the slaughter.
That wasn't a very feminine image so I tried to push it out of my head. I
could be the damsel in distress on a belt and the last step could be the
buzz saw. I only had a few seconds with that feminine image in my
imagination as the top floor was eating the stairs. I however was
unconsciously of a bit of feminine image in reality.
I checked my pink tights in a hand held mirror before we left and I
hadn't seen anything visibly peeking out while walking. However they were
much more noticeable while on the stairs, first climbing onto the bus and
now going up all the escalators.
Dear diary, Let me tell you how I went into the store
At 9:30 am, as I stepped off the escalator it was like it was too late as
if I was locked by a door shut behind me. I tried to console myself it
was OK to be there although I did not believe it.
A lace and silky wonderland stretched out in front of me. Hanging all
together like that, they looked like one big spider web and the aisles of
wonder seemed to go on forever.
The first area is night gowns so I go to the area across the store that
looks like my target. And as I walked through the selections of lingerie
I was fascinated by the lace and pretty pastel colors.
Once there I went straight to the first row of bras. I imagine that a bra
is perhaps the most feminine article of clothing so it was probably
inevitable that I would wear a bra in the next year or two even if today
went badly.
Dear diary, Let me tell you how she caught me
At 9:35 am, I noticed there was one lady near the side. And then, as
clear as if a bell rang, her attention shifted to me. She was more than
just interested and was staring at me the whole time and that I wasn't
leaving. I could tell she was looking me over pretty well, and I was
getting nervous as she was getting closer.
She thought I was a boy which was almost admitted because I probably
turned redder than a fire engine! She was also getting red but in anger
since a boy who came by accident would be immediately trying to leave.
I was immediately terrified as I was wondering what I would be saying to
this girl. I had to avoid her so I walked down different aisles as to
avoid her. She knew the layout and was easily able to catch me.
She had grabbed my arm and was holding it firmly as I tried to get away.
I cringed and looked up to see her making an unfriendly face while
asking, "Do you need me to help you find your mommy young man?"
I was too terrified to say anything and tried to avoid any eye contact.
All I could think of was what it would be like to be an ostrich hiding
its head to avoid detection. I knew it wasn't so but I couldn't help it
because I was too ashamed to face her.
As I wriggled the corner of my eye caught her profile. That barely a
glance revealed she had a smug look like someone happy with her catch. I
could smell her wonderful perfume, which made her smell so feminine and I
was so jealous.
Dear diary, Let me tell you how I tried to explain
At 9:40 am, I opened my mouth to protest saying, "It was an accident."
like I had practiced so many times. How else could it be if I was in the
area?
She rebutted so fast, "It was on purpose!" that she said it almost the
same time I did. As she spoke those words she realized why she thought it
was on purpose was because she had heard many stories about dares.
She dragged me to the phone and picked it up.
"You have come to steal!" she sniped out, "I suppose you think it is all
in fun! You sure are in a lot of trouble mister!" I had not planned for
this and I really got into a panic. My brain flooded so quickly with
answers but none of them made any sense. I silently reprimand myself for
not planning ahead in this situation.
She got herself all worked up and started releasing her anger by
intimidating me more by saying she was going to call my mother. She told
me to give her my phone number and she was going to call right now.
I was crying and barely could even say, "You can't." I couldn't think
ahead anymore and was just going on instinct. It didn't dawn on me until
later how lucky I was to have said that.
That refusal just made her stubborn. Now really mad she said, "Then the
police will phone after they put me in jail." I started struggling more
but she was really strong making me realize it was futile.
I choke out, "Please no." She replies, "You should have thought of that
before, little boy." I could only hope on sympathy and struggled less
because she could call security even if I did get away.
I pleaded my case, "Please my dad will kill me." She replies, "I hope he
does!" But then immediately regrets saying it and starts thinking the
threat might be punishment enough. She relaxes her grip a little but I
have already stopped wriggling.
Again I begged, "My brothers will laugh at me forever." She replies more
calmly but as to give me an unforgettable jab to my ego, "You will be
punished if you ever come back because this place is for girls only so
you have no business being here."
There was an awkward silence for a moment and in those few seconds I saw
my own salvation. I peep out, "I don't want to be a girl!" between sobs.
She didn't quite understand until I made another peep, "I failed at being
a girl." And as she's listening, she quickly realizes what was happening
and does a mental flip.
Her protective attitude immediately shifted from being shocked, to being
motherly. It happened so fast that it even surprised her. She gets upset
at herself for not recognizing a boy would be angry and swearing but an
unfortunate girl would be crying just like the unhappy girl in front of
her.
Dear diary, Let me tell you how she removed my hat
At 9:45 am, my long hair was curled with a right parting and a bobby pin
over my left ear that was hidden under the hat.
She was experienced enough to have settled down hundreds of young girls
anxious about their new beginnings. She felt so sorry for the young girl
in front of her and quickly kneelt down to commence hugging me in an
effort to calm my nerves while cooing to me in short sentences, "Please
calm down. Nothing is going to happen to you. Everything is safe here.
There won't be any more yelling. I'm here to help you. Can we be friends?
Please stop crying."
Even her consoling affections couldn't keep the tears from my eyes but I
was slowing my crying. She turns to humor, "Pretty please stop crying.
Please Honey. Pretty please be as happy as a bowl of rainbow ice cream
made out of candy canes and pickles." And then she quickly adds, "Yuck.
Not pickles." She laughs and waits hopefully for me. Then to her relief
I hesitantly giggle while this strange lady I didn't even know is hugging
the life out of me.
She cups my tear soaked face in her hand and brings it so I am facing her
and ever so gently wipes my tears. I slowly look up and she is kneeling
there and smiling. "Friends?" she says hoping I'll answer but I just
remain silent.
She continues to try and win me over because now she feels so regrettably
sorry for me, "What pretty earrings. Did your mother get those for you?"
However I answer so quickly, "No" that she realizes that is a sensitive
subject and is sorry that she brought it up.
She adopts to distract me by taking of my baseball cap while flattering
me, "My you look so pretty now." She also went on that she thought I
liked a lot cuter without the cap.
She says let's put this in a special place for now and puts it on a
shelf. I was, however, somewhat distracted by the long pink fingernails
(with tiny flowers on the pinkies) holding my cap.
I open up to her and say "Your fingernails are so gorgeous. I wish I was
as beautiful as you." She smiles knowing she broke through.
Dear diary, Let me tell you how she apologizes
At 9:50, she tells me she remembers being a little girl even though it
was almost back in the caveman days. She continued by saying how much she
appreciated how hard it must have been for me to come here alone.
Maybe it's just because sales ladies have a knack for making us smile,
for making our day less drab. She told me "Thank you for the nice
complement, my friend Gloria works at the salon. She always made my nails
so perfect since 'The customer is always right' is her favorite saying."
Dear diary, Let me tell you I was now in the clear
At 9:55, I was in the clear. I had prepared for the cold shoulder, but
instead got approval. I even begin to relax now that I realized she was
not going to go ballistic on me. Well that was fairly easy. I actually
feel a lot better knowing that she's okay with me being here. I falsely
congratulate myself.
Dear diary, Let me tell you how she asked my name
At 9:56, "I just realized that I don't know your name." And then a moment
later she repeated "My parrot says, 'I just realized that I don't know
your name; I just realized that I don't know your name'." She sure has
ways to break any mental block I can build up.
I have private reasons to hide that information so I just asked, "Can I
use a different name? I don't like mine very much. The name Penny sounds
like it is almost worthless but the name Buck sounds a hundred times
better."
Everyone knows tomboys are born girls so they have girl names or at least
androgynous names. I technically didn't tell her my actual name but sort
of implied that it was Penny who went by Buck when she was being a
tomboy. So therefore I didn't actually lie but it was close enough that I
blushed. Luckily she thought the blush was just because I didn't like the
name Penny.
Dear diary, Let me tell you how she asks why I came
At 9:58 am, she says, "Now Buck Honey you are going to get my undivided
attention as much as you would like but I am going to need to know why
you came here today?"
I automatically go into my practice spiel, "A girl in my neighborhood is
having a sleepover party and I would be terribly embarrassed if I showed
up and they laughed and called me baby because I do not have a bra to
wear. They all have bras and some of them had being wearing them for
years; well at least one anyway."
I continue hardly taking a breath, "I have never been invited before and
maybe her mother is going to make her do it because I am sure she doesn't
like me anyway. She is a girly girl and I certainly am not. I am not even
close."
"I don't mind if people mistake me for a boy so much when I am around
only boys. I don't like to stick out. But I will sure stick out if I go
to the party and they call me 'boy'. I would have to listen to their
humiliating abuses at me."
"Connie is the ring leader of the trio, usually devising jokes at my
expense so she wouldn't invite me without having to been told. You know
how mean girls can be. I find it usually easier to be with boys even if I
am not as strong. It would certainly be easier not to go but then I may
never become a girl. And I can't fail at being a girl can I?"
This isn't what she meant but she doesn't want to interrupt me because
she sees how important this is to me. I don't even slow down until I had
spilled the entire saga to her.
I catch my breath and so does she. It takes her a few moments for her to
even think to think but meanwhile I see a lady that has a similar purse
as mother's purse. It makes me wonder what to do if mother comes in.
Dear diary, Let me tell you how she asks why I came alone
At 10:05, she interrupts my thoughts by asking, "Does your mom refuse to
get you a bra because she thinks you are too young?"
I reply right away, "No, she's never going to get me one." Then she
remembers how sensitive I was on the subject of my mother earlier.
Her mind goes click; "She must be passed away. What an unfortunate little
girl. No wonder she looks so boyish. She can't even come with her
classmates. I am so sorry that I didn't understand earlier."
Dear diary, Let me tell you how she chatted me up about school
At 10:09 am, she asks me about school and what teachers I like?
I don't want to tell her lies because I'm sure she could tell so I just
say that I like art and in view of that so I would rather not talk about
it. She just sort of guessed by my silence that I didn't have any friends
there at all.
I am so glad that she didn't ask if I had a boyfriend because she might
not have liked the fact I only like girls. In fact I like them so much
that I even like their clothes and especially want to wear girl clothes.
That is too different that it would be puzzling to anyone else.
What I did say sounded rehearsed to her but she passed it off as my being
nervous. It would take her a while to find out why it actually was
rehearsed.
Dear diary, Let me tell you how she chats me up about bras
At 10:10 am, to change the subject again she decides to tell me about
bras because she has figured out that no one has told me a thing.
"A bra is not just for special occasions as far as a nine or ten year old
girl is concerned," she explained to me. I tell her I am actually eleven
and four months. Then she says, "You are just in time because you'll be a
woman soon."
She continues, "A young ladies bra is called a training bra because it
doesn't support or hold anything physically it but it is was the
psychological 'training' effect that is important." I didn't tell her but
for me it was ever so much more than that.
"A big girl's bra is necessary to keep her mother parts from sagging
while looking as attractive as possible. They come in many styles and
when you come back we can discuss them."
She always used words like 'mother parts' when talking to young girls
especially when their mothers weren't around. She made a mental note not
to mention my mother again then carried on.
"Penny, don't you want to ask me any questions?"
"Why are bras so attractive if boys can't see them? Do different colors
mean different things?" I queried.
She knew all the answers from years of experience, "We can see them and
it helps us feel nice. Besides we need to get your girl friends jealous
of your pretty lingerie." I smiled at her and she smiled back. She was
someone I could relate to.
It's turning out to be quite a day and I didn't even notice until later
that she called me Penny instead of Buck.
Dear diary, Let me tell you how she measured me
At 10:15, at this point she proceeded to take me in her hand and stand me
up. She says she needs to measure me. I thought she meant over my clothes
so I say OK. Then as soon as she undoes the first button I panic. I
counter, "What if my brothers see me?"
She says, "That's silly, boys can't come here or they would get cooties."
This makes me ask, "What are cooties?" She continues, "Imaginary 'girl'
germs then their friends would laugh at them."
I still hesitate, "What about the girls from school and the girls from
the party?" She pacifies, "It is perfectly natural for them to be here;
or any other girl including you. But if you want we can get more privacy
in the change room."
I follow her into the back room. And once inside she starts unbuttoning
my blouse. I wasn't allowed to object or anything. I just stood there in
a sort of panic, "Why do I have to take my shirt off?" She calmly
replies, "We can get the best measurement with your blouse off."
I rebel, "Why can't we do it with my shirt on?" Again calmly, "We need to
try on your bra so we can adjust it to fit perfectly. You don't want
those girls to laugh at you do you?"
I make a meekly rebel reply, "No but..." And I cannot think of anything
else.
She told me to hold my hands out sideways and I complied. She took a cold
measuring tape and measured me several places than a few moments later
she announced I was a 30AA. I asked her if I failed to pass.
With ease she said, "Perfectly normal." I didn't believe it and said, "It
can't be normal. I'm nothing like the girls in school."
She just said, "Every girl develops at a different rate. Some girls are
faster than others. I felt like a freak myself because I was the first
one in my class. It took a while to realize I was perfectly normal."
Then she added, "You can catch up later."
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