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A New Start in Life Part 25
During the flight my nerves were again getting the better of me as once
again I was entering a country.
We were discussing my problems with the male box on my passport. Charley
as usual hit the nail right on the head saying, "Susie, when you filled
in the form with your new name and photo, why didn't you simply leave
the box blank?"
My mouth hung open with the simplicity of the statement. Shaking my head
I replied, "To be honest I never thought about it - bloody hell if I'd
have done that I probably would be ok."
Charley simply shrugged and said, "I just thought I'd ask." The flight
to Sydney was three and a half hours. And again the closer we got the
more nervous I became.
But once again as I went through immigrations no one batted an eyelid -
this time I actually looked more feminine.
We picked up our bags and got the shuttle bus into the city. We knew
that Kelly's aunty didn't have room for us but we had arranged to camp
on their back lawn while we were there!
When we go into Sydney, we had to find our way to Picton where Kelly's
relations lived.
Railway was the answer! The Southern Highland Line stopped at Picton
station and it was a short walk. (About 1.5km) when we pitched up at the
door it was answered by an attractive girl about the same age as the
four of us.
She made a beeline directly for Kelly throwing herself at her and
squealing, "Kelly, you must be Kelly - you look like a younger mum."
A voice from inside the house shouted, "Ceri; who's there?" "It's Kelly
and her friends mum." Shouted Ceri.
We heard footsteps and Kelly's Aunty Sue came to greet us! Ceri was
right there was a striking resemblance between Kelly and her Aunty Sue.
Kelly's aunt threw her arms around Kelly's neck welcoming her and us
warmly.
We were ushered in and after we had settled down with some fruit juice
we got a telling off for walking from the station. Ceri had a thousand
and one questions for us and soon it was like we had known her all our
lives. It was the same with aunty Sue (she told us to call her either
Sue or aunty Sue but not Mrs Hind) so the four of us settled on Aunty.
We were shown where we would be sleeping we thought we would use the
tent; but aunty Sue had different ideas. The garage had been converted
into what Australians call a 'rumpus room' that I assume is a chill out
space, this was our bedroom for as long as we wanted it!
We were left talking to Ceri she was really a great girl and we all
felt at ease in her company Ceri was our age she had a younger sister
Shelly who was 16 and an older brother Greg who lived and worked in
Sydney.
We found out that Ceri loved surfing, beach volleyball, dancing and
cheerleading! We mentioned that we had practiced in California and found
it great exercise.
She got excited at this and asked us if we wanted to practice with her
and her friends - is seemed like a good idea so we accepted happily.
When she found out we had never surfed she promised to teach us then we
got to discuss travelling Australia.
Now to any Australians reading this this will sound really stupid but we
had thought about cycling around Australia - this was until we realised
that the distances in the country were HUGE! To do this would take ages
and would be very difficult if not impossible!
Ceri then mentioned the Greyhound bus that covers all of the country so
we stored this away to research later.
It was now four in the afternoon, aunty Sue was back talking with us
when Ceri stood up saying, "You girls want to come to practice with me?"
"Ceri" her mum chided her, "The girls have only just got here at least
give them chance to recover."
Poor Ceri looked so crestfallen that I stirred and said, "Well I'm up
for it - c'mon guys we've been sat down all day!" Ceri's face lit up,
"Gee guys - if you're sure?" Kell answered, "we're sure now what do we
wear?"
We were told stretchy shorts, sports bra and top. I rummaged in my
backpack and emerged clutching the uniform we wore in Auckland (we
begged one set each as a souvenir).
Me pulling these out caused great hilarity among the three of them much
to the wonderment of Ceri and her mum. So Kelly took great delight in
telling them the story of me refusing to wear them.
So we squeezed into them - actually after cycling nearly 4000km they
were a bit big!
Off we went to the local sports hall where we met with the other girls
including Ceri there were 10 in all.
We quickly got to know the girls and with my limited knowledge the moves
they were doing were quite basic so the four of us could easily keep up!
Not bad for 16 hours training some 2 months ago!
We got some sodas and sat outside chatting away and joking. We were
asked about out kit (which had the name of the bar and 'Auckland'
splattered all over our boobs). So the story was again told, this time
with me chipping in.
The girls were training for an audition to be cheerleaders at the Pepsi
IPL T20 tournament. The audition was in 2 weeks time and the all were
getting nervous.
For those of you not used to cricket. The IPL or Indian Premier League
is arguably the best twenty-twenty cricket tournament in the world, it
runs for 6 to eight week starting May and finishing in June. (The Aussie
Big Bash is the next best! Any Aussie will certainly disagree!)
We left about six thirty and tomorrow we were going to the beach where
we would be taught how to surf!
In absolute truth we had an idyllic time with Kelly's relations. Ceri
was great she was friendly, open and very giving.
So daily we went to the beach; hung around with the girls and went every
night to practice out cheerleading skills. Thanks to the dancing we did
we were quite good - not up to the standards of the Californian Girls
who enter contests but we could do all the routines the girls in
Australia did.
It was fun and good exercise! One downside of all this beach time is
that I had to let my boy bits breathe more often as once salt water
dried it becomes a little abrasive so I got into a routine of removing
my 'vagina' every time I showered.
We planned our trip around Australia bus was the best option, but it cut
down the chance for working.
Greyhound (Australia) has a pass system where you buy a ticket for a
given number of Kilometres this can translate into distance travelled by
bus and/or accommodation.
As I said before the distances in Australia are huge, we planned to
start at Cairns, travel down the coast to Sydney then Melbourne,
Adelaide, Alice Springs (Uluru), Darwin, then to Broome, Coral Bay,
Perth then finally back to Adelaide.
We reckoned that a 25,000km pass would see us but this costs Aus. $2,500
or about ?1700! We checked our finances and reckoned that if we worked
for a while along the way we could easily manage this. To keep costs
down we would camp where possible and cook our own food.
Just before we went to buy our tickets and I mean like the day before we
were going to buy them - disaster struck the cheerleading squad.
The parents of three of the girls refused to let them travel to India so
the whole adventure was off.
We arrived with Ceri for practice only to be told the whole thing was
cancelled as the squad had to be nine or ten the girls were
disconsolate.
Then without thinking I blurted out, "Gee if only there were someway we
could help!" I realised exactly what I had said when six pairs of eyes
stared at me. I thought 'Oh, Oh I know what's coming here'.
Ceri said, "Can you guys help us pleeeeease? If we pass the audition
flights to and from India are paid for, your hotels and food are paid
for; you get to see India and you get about US$80 a game - oh and a
manager looks after you and you go to some parties with the players and
things. Come on guys it'll be fun - say you'll do it!"
The girls bombarded us, to be honest I think we all felt that this would
be fun we didn't take much persuading. So we joined a cheerleading
squad.
We were certainly experiencing life in all its many varied forms (I
wondered if I was the first boy girl cheerleader - if you see what I
mean)
We looked at each other these girls had been so friendly, so welcoming
we just had to do this for them - little did I know exactly how much
this would change my life!
So instead of travelling around Australia we practiced for a week then
went to Sydney for the Audition, the four of us had the same costumes as
the rest of the squad.
Now hair tied back skimpy costumes on (I was used to showing my body now
- in fact I got a thrill from it) pom poms in hand we gave it our best
shot in front of the men (and woman) from the club we could be dancing
for - and waited for the outcome.
There were four other squads being auditioned so the wait was a good few
hours we sat there sipping soda and talking very, very nervous finally
one after another the squads went in to hear the verdict.
There must have been two doors (or else they were thrown to the lions or
something equally horrid!) as they never came back out!
Finally it was our turn all ten of us trooped into the room facing us
were the people we had danced for. To say we were nervous was an
understatement!
It didn't really sink in that we had got the job! In just under two
weeks time we would be travelling to India as a Cheerleading squad for
one of the premier teams in the IPL.
To say we were over the moon was putting it mildly we were pumped up.
Then we were introduced to our manager for the tour he was a middle aged
man called Mr Ghoshal.
A woman came and took our measurements for our uniforms then we filled
in all the paperwork for our visas we were given a list of do's and
don'ts and a list of what we should take with us.
Finally a list of how we were expected to behave while we were in India!
Then we were sent home and told to be back in Sydney in just over a
week for our flight to India!
The train journey home was memorable to say the least we all were
buzzing with excitement. The girls kept thanking us for stepping in and
keeping their dreams alive.
We told them that in truth we didn't need much persuading we were happy
to help out friends.
When we got home everyone was over the moon for us, we set off getting
what we needed on the list, Mr Ghoshal told us that we would be better
buying the skirts and dresses in India as we would find it cheaper. (And
I assume that he made something out of it)
Preparation included getting the necessary shots we would need for a
visit to India the time went so quickly but soon it was time for our
trip to Sydney and India.
After saying goodbye to everyone we knew the ten of us boarded the train
and headed into the City.
We met Mr Ghoshal at a mid ranged hotel and more was explained to us. In
India we would be sharing rooms, which to us four were no problems as we
were well used to sharing.
If asked we had to say that we were visiting on a holiday. But he said
with a smile, "but everyone knows what 10 young foreign girls are in
India doing."
He had a quaint was of speaking and I never did get to know his other
names he was always Mr Ghoshal.
Then we flew out to Kolkata. Shonali was really excited, as this was
the first time she had ever been to the land of her mother's birth. Me
well as usual I was panicking about my passport but again there were no
problems Mr Ghoshal seemed to take care of everything.
We left the airport and headed into the city we travelled in a private
mini bus. I was sat next to Charlie and like her I was amazed at what I
was seeing.
India to someone who has never been there before is an assault on your
senses!
Every sense gets thrown into overload; the amount of traffic; number of
people is beyond anything you can imagine.
Kelly (who was sat behind up) popped her head between us and said, "Have
you ever seen anything like it?" All the other girls were similarly
stunned.
When we got out of the bus at the hotel, the rest of our senses were
assaulted. The noise, the smell, the sight of an elephant sedately
proceeding among the traffic and the heat and humidity, the temperature
must have been upper 30's C and the humidity nearly 100%!
Shonali gasped, "Mum said I would be blown away; but this is like
something I have never seen before it's amazing."
We settled into the rooms then set off to explore, now as you can
imagine 10 western girls, young and fit very attractive do not blend
into the scenery.
But apart from the curiosity we were left alone as we wandered around
amazed. Shonali tried some of her Hindi and was quite amazed that she
could be understood even though Bengali was the main language of
Kolkata.
Getting back to the hotel Mr Ghoshal had arranged for a seamstress to
measure us and make the extra dresses we would need then we ate and went
to bed. Again in this heat I had to be very careful with my hygiene so
every night I slept without my vagina on, putting it on again during the
day - the others understood my reason for this.
Next day we went to the stadium where the team we were cheerleaders for
had their home games - Eden Gardens the place was huge my mouth hung
open in surprise and shock. Kelly looked at me and with a grin said,
"well Susie, you were worried about flashing the flesh to a hundred
people - how you feel about this?"
I was stunned! I was going to be on display to thousands! I think I went
into shock as I was unable to speak. The stadium could hold 80,000
people!
We were taken on a tour. The team players were practicing but when the
'new meat' arrived (us) we were soon surrounded by these hunks of men
all nationalities.
After they had had their fun teasing us the coach and captain got them
back to practice while we were shown the changing room and our uniforms.
Deep purple tight fitting tops with gold trim also a matching micro-
mini skirt with tight fitted panties, the pom-poms were mainly gold with
some purple shot through there were also long ? leggings in purple for
the more conservative area's where games are played and a long sleeve
fitted top.
These covered more of our bodies up, but certainly didn't hide anything.
Then it was down to practice.
We would practice in the mornings until the heat started to build then
again in the evenings we had our own practice kit but realised that we
would need a couple of extra sets each.
Cue Mr Ghoshal he fixed us up and soon we had all the kit we wanted plus
someone to wash them each day and deliver them to the ground.
What we had to do. We were in teams of three strategically placed for
the home fans, we had to dance when a six was scored in between overs
and when a significant score milestone was reached (50 runs etc.) When
an opposing player was out and between innings this was a lot of
dancing.
An afternoon game the temperature could be in the 40's C with 90%
humidity, while the evenings were 'cooler' a mere 35C and still 90 to
100% humidity.
So apart from 2 hours in the morning and two hours in the evening plus
an hour in the gym we were free to see India as we wanted.
The first game, we were in out mini skirt, hair pulled back and water
proof make-up on, nervously we waited in our teams. Being one of the
taller girls I was paired with two girls slightly smaller so we were
symmetrical. Just before the players entered the arena we trotted into
the out.
The wall of noise and cheering was unbelievable I for one was like a
rabbit caught in the headlights of a car. Luckily Kelly was behind me
and gave me an almighty shove. (I hate that girl at times)
My entrance was not graceful as I stumbled into the arena of sound,
smell and colour. We trotted to our seats next to the stage just in
front of a high wire mesh fence; the seat we sat on between dances was
sheltered and had a good supply of bottled water.
Before things started we danced, this was some experience, we became
instant celebrities, instant wet dreams for thousands of men I think we
were lusted after and loathed in equal measure.
It was hard work and at the end of the match (average length 3 hours) we
were shattered, but part of the job was making an appearance at after
match parties when the sponsors wanted us to attend.
So we had to shower change and be bright and chirpy at the party even
though we were absolutely shattered.
But it was FUN real FUN! The players were naughty flirting unashamedly
with us cheerleaders - no hanky-panky was allowed (or don't get caught
doing it or tell any tales)
After the first match we arrived back at the hotel in the early hours of
the next day and slept until noon. A knock at the door woke us and a
voice shouted through the door in Hindi.
Shoni rocketed out of bed squeaking, "It's my surprise for you guys!"
When she opened the door it was the dressmaker with a load of clothing.
Her and Shoni spoke for a while then Shoni ordered us to shower then
her and the dressmaker would dress us in our Sari's.
We showered and I replaced my vagina, slipped on some panties and wrap
then back into the bedroom to see Kelly being shown the correct way to
wear a sari.
Kelly being blonde had a most gorgeous pink and pastel, she had her
shoes and bra on, then came the tight fitting shirt (or Choli) this
matched the main sari. Her shirt was sleeveless and came to just below
her breasts.
Next she fastened the petticoat around her waist. This is important as
it holds the sari together.
The sari was draped around her and tucked into the petticoat then the
lacy end of the sari was passed around her and draped over her left arm,
the sari was then pulled tight around her back to her right hip, then
the dressmaker skilfully made pleats out of the remaining cloth, tucking
these into the petticoat the lacy end which is the more decorated end of
the sari called the pillu was then draped over her left breast and
shoulder held in place with a small safety pin.
She looked so elegant in fact she looked gorgeous. She stood in front of
the mirror swirling this way and that admiring the cut, drape and
fluidity of the sari.
Mine was in a gorgeous green colour while Charlie's was a peacock blue
and Shonali's a beautiful red. All the time the dressmaker was tutting
and clucking away finally she was happy with the way we looked.
We hugged Shoni thanking her profusely for this wonderful present the
dressmaker spoke to Shoni causing Shoni to burst out laughing. She
translated for us, "Mother says that the sari will make ladies out of
the westerners! I told her that it would take more than a sari. But she
disagrees."
We were a bit unsure about going outside in case the sight of us wearing
the traditional Indian dress may be insulting. But the dressmaker (or
mother as Shoni called her) made up go outside shepherding us through
the door.
It felt really comfortable to wear, the sheer light material was so cool
and so comfortable to wear AND it was impossible not to look and feel
elegant attired in a sari. These garments made you walk elegantly - it
is a wonderful garment to wear.
We wandered about I think we caused less of a stir than when we wore
western clothing.
So our time in India continued every two or three days there was a
cricket match we flew to the different venues rehearsed and danced at
the match.
One venue really stuck in my mind this was one that was overlooked by
wonderful mountains; through the gap between the stands you cold see the
spectacular sight of the Himalaya?s it was so atmospheric.
With there being ten of us one of us always had a match off, we were in
Jharkhand in the North East of the country the team were playing at
Ranchi stadium.
The others decided to stay in the hotel, so Shonali and I went out and
walked. The hotel was on the edge of the city so we walked into the
country.
We sat under a tree seeking some shade having a drink of water each lost
in our own thoughts when a thin reedy voice disturbed us.
I opened my eyes and through the sunlight I made out two shapes one
larger than the other. As my eyes adjusted I made out the shapes to be a
really old man, long white hair and beard wearing only a loincloth, his
skin was deeply wrinkled his eyes milky white.
With him was a small boy I would guess about 10 years old. Shoni spoke
as I made to get up to offer the old man the rock I was sitting on.
The man spoke rattling off words the boy listened then spoke to Shoni in
Hindi.
Shoni looked shocked, looked at me with concern etched all over her
face.
?What did he say?? I asked. Shonali took a deep breath saying, ?the old
man said that you are the one he has been seeking - you the girl caught
between two worlds he is commanded to give you peace.?
I looked at her in amazement I was about to speak when Shoni said,
?Susie, remember this is India, this man is a mystic, please listen to
him with an open mind ? please.?
I had never seen Shoni so agitated, so earnest so I nodded not trusting
myself to speak. I offered them a bottle of water but the boy spoke to
Shoni, the boy took a bottle. Shoni told me, ?The mystic never drinks,
but he thanks you and bids you to sit!?
I slowly sat down looking into the milky eyes of this withered old man
in front of me.
He spoke again through the boy Shoni translating ?Susie the magi says
that you are caught between two worlds; you are unsure where to go and
that he was summoned to find you and bring you peace ? now if he may he
wants to lay his hands on your brow.?
I felt numb; I nodded my consent; how did he know; how did he find me;
what was happening. The boy led his master up to where I was sitting. He
then took the old mans hands and placed them on my head.
The old man then moved his hands to my temples and held them there
firmly but gently. He was muttering, chanting but no translation came.
In the searing heat I suddenly started to feel cool, relaxed and calm.
Soon I was drifting; drifting but I was walking however I could feel no
ground.
It was opaque, like a milky mist but I knew that I must continue.
?Stephen, Stephen? this was a voice I knew oh so well, before I turned I
knew whom I would see!
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