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It was difficult to get out of bed the following morning. I had awoken at
my usual time, a few minutes past seven. After finishing off my familiar
yawn, the sudden memory of last night came rushing over me as if it were
icy water. Darting up over my covers, I spied that bathing suit lying on
my floor, exactly where I had left it.
If I were to be entirely honest, I wished that it had all been a dream.
Although I was remarkably thankful with my grandma's reaction to it, it
was also terrifying in that she now knew of this secret. I couldn't see
her telling anyone about this, knowing how ashamed of it I was, however
she wasn't the type of person to believe in shame, rather that people
should be themselves, not hiding behind covers.
Thinking it over, this was probably why she was so keen on buying me a
leotard, which I had to admit, wasn't against, although something told me
that there would be more to it then just that and this was troubling.
Perhaps it would be best to tell her that I no longer wanted it, but
would she accept that?
I spent the next ten minutes in thought, trying to come up with a way out
of it. Like my first time wearing it, I wanted a way to pin it on a
misunderstanding, but in the end I found it to be futile. There was
nothing that could hide the fact that I had put it on willingly. With a
sigh, I heaved myself out of bed, stepping over the bathing suit, and
dressed myself in my own clothes.
Throughout the day, I was always on my toes awaiting my grandma to pull
me aside, where I would then, most likely, make a pathetic attempt at
explaining myself. Like being sent to see the principal at school, it was
something that I was dreading.
However, this never came. The day had proceeded as if our incident had
never occurred, and it wasn't like I was avoiding my grandma either. Even
when I first saw her during breakfast, she made no signs out of the
ordinary. As the hours went by without anything unusual occurring, I was
able to loosen up.
Once lunch passed, I was nearly convinced that she had forgotten all
about it. She didn't suffer from Alzheimer's but why wouldn't she have
confronted me about it by now? She had had plenty of opportunity. On the
other hand, perhaps she knew that I didn't want it brought up and dropped
this whole leotard idea. Knowing her though, the former was the most
likely option. Whatever it was though, I was relieved that it didn't look
like I had to go through with it.
"All right girls, ready for your first gymnastics lesson? We'll be
leaving shortly."
It was an hour later when I heard that, crushing any hope that I had of
avoiding it. I had stupidly completely forgotten about my sisters'
gymnastics try outs.
"You might as well get ready now. Just wear your clothes over your
leotards."
My sisters darted up eagerly to their rooms to get changed.
"Actually, come out here to show them to your brother."
As if her first message hadn't been enough realization for me, this one
was. Turning towards her, she was looking back at me with a small smile
on her face. I knew then that it had been remarkably dense of me to think
that she had simply forgotten and it felt as if she was teasing me about
it.
I thought about saying something. If there were a time to get out of it,
this would be it. Although I could say that I simply no longer wanted
one, I was positive that she wouldn't accept this without bombarding me
with a series of questions to which I would find difficult to answer.
Playing out our conversation in my head had quickly left me at a dead
end.
"Um... I no longer want a leotard."
"Hmm, why not?"
"Well, they're too girlie."
"As I mentioned, boys wear leotards too, and you seemed to like wearing a
girl's bathing suit at the beach the other day, or yesterday for that
matter."
"..."
I was shocked to find that I had envisioned her saying that I had liked
wearing it. At the very least, I had to make it clear to her that I had
in no way liked it. As soon as I was able to muster up the courage to
tell her this, in a stellar example of perfect timing, my sisters came
back skipping into the room.
"What do you think?" April asked, twirling around.
My grandma hadn't exaggerated in any way. In terms of shape, they were
exactly like a girl's bathing suit, a single piece covering the torso.
Their design, on the other hand, was completely different.
Although I had seen some very colourful bathing suits before, leotards
seemed to take this several steps further. April's one was shades of red
with a majestic golden phoenix across its front. Faye's one was mostly
blue which was covered in waves of bubbles all around it.
What I found most extraordinary about them was that they were very
flashy, and as they twirled about the light would reflect off them making
them appear like a glistening metallic material. Looking at them closer,
they appeared to have glitter and beads covering them as well.
"Shiny," had automatically slipped out of my mouth.
"Well, it's not too late to buy you one." my grandma added. Per the norm,
my sisters got a chuckle out of this. I barely registered it though as I
was left thinking; could it be that I would be wearing one of these
before the day was over?
With a clap, my grandma said, "Come on, it's time to go. Sam, would you
like to come?"
Diverting my eyes off my sisters' mesmerizing new uniforms, I turned to
her and she returned a wink that only I would notice. I knew right then
and there, that this could possibly be my only chance to get out of it.
But after seeing them, I wanted one.
* * *
Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at the gym to drop off my sisters,
literally.
"All right girls, have fun. I'll be here at five to pick you up."
Registration had seemed to have already been taken care of, or perhaps
they didn't need any for try outs, as my grandma didn't need to go in
with them. If I had the option, I wouldn't have minded going in to take a
look at what exactly they would be doing, not to mention seeing any more
leotards.
On the drive there, I kept thinking of my own. I was also interested in
seeing if my grandma had been truthful in that boys wore them as well.
Looking around though, as I had partly expected, I couldn't see any boys,
although there were a number of girls talking around the entrance. None
of them had gotten changed yet however.
"So Sam, ready to go shopping?"
This I hadn't expected; another way out. I thought my decision had been
made clear when I entered the car. This gave me another chance to think
it over, but by now, I didn't want to.
"Yes, please," I promptly replied without any further thought.
"That's good to hear, however if you're going to have your own leotard, I
won't let it go to waste."
Ah, so here was this catch I had been expecting.
"While your sisters are doing gymnastics, I will be teaching you ballet.
I also want to you to treat your new leotard with respect. Whenever
you're not wearing it, it will be hanging up proudly in your closet, not
under your bed or elsewhere hidden away," she told me using a stern tone.
Now this I had to think about. The latter condition was most concerning.
"What if April or Faye find it?"
"They won't. How often are they in your room?"
I had to admit, she was right about that. None of us ever went into each
others rooms outside of asking each other something or to state that
something was ready such as dinner. Although it was still a worrisome
feeling in knowing that this leotard would be in plain site behind an
unlockable door.
"You won't tell them, will you?"
"No, but I would like you to. If not now, later on. However, I will not
be lying for you."
This was exactly what I had thought she would say.
As for ballet, outside of knowing it was a form of dance, I knew
absolutely nothing about it. It felt justified though. With a bathing
suit, it was for either swimming or possibly sunbathing and like that, it
didn't seem right to own a leotard and not to make use of it. I was
positive that I would have liked just wearing it but to actually do
something in it, I felt that it was more of a bonus then a punishment.
Although I had no interest in dancing, I would be willing to give it a
try.
"Deal."
"I'm glad. I'm sure that you'll enjoy it."
On the way to the store, we discussed it. During the three hours that my
sisters were to be at gymnastics, my grandma would train me in ballet.
Provided that they enjoyed the try out and wanted to keep going with it,
this would give us two and a half hours each weekday for our practice as
they needed to be dropped off and picked up.
As I knew very little about ballet, she said that it focused on elegance
and therefore was mostly a slow dancing style. She said that for her
first lesson, she'll show it to me first from an old video collection she
had, rather than training me straight away. I was glad when she told me
not to worry though as this wasn't going to delay me from getting a
leotard.
It didn't take long to arrive at the store which was only a five minute
drive away. It was a small one called 'Swift Movement - Gymnastics &
Ballet Supplies'. Outside of its name which was painted like a signature
on its plain black exterior, there didn't seem to be much to it but as I
stepped through its door, I was taken aback.
It would have been best described as the candy store equivalent for
clothing. Inside was littered with racks packed full of leotards. They
were all the colours of the rainbow, all in hundreds of styles and
designs. It was one very colourful pleasant sight. Along with the racks
of leotards, scattered around its walls were even more, as well as
accessories such as batons and hoops which were just as colourful. The
only places that weren't filled with product were large posters of
gymnasts and ballerinas although I wouldn't have been surprised if they
were for sale as well.
I was a single foot into the store but I already knew that I would be
spoiled for choice. It would have been difficult to select just one. I
could see why my sisters had taken as long as they did.
My grandma followed in behind me.
"The boys ones are over there, Sam," she said pointing at the back of the
store were a blue sign was hanging. She then walked over to the cashier,
a young lady, whom I had only just noticed, the only other person in the
store. She was looking at me with a blank expression on her face. I
embarrassedly looked away and walked over towards were my grandma had
pointed, feeling like a fool as I'm sure she had seen me admiring the
ones in front of me, which I had now learnt weren't for boys.
I froze in revulsion for a moment when I reached the boys' selection,
marked with blue signs mounted on top of their racks. When it came to
choices, there appeared to only be three; plain black, plain navy blue,
and plain white. I then had a sudden realization. It was now apparent
that all the others were clearly for girls. Looking around, I couldn't
believe I hadn't notice it before, but what boy would want to wear
something so glamorous? Come to think about it, what boy wanted to prance
about wearing something that looked so girlish? Actually, what boy even
wanted a leotard anyway?
Although this revelation filled me with disgrace, we were here now and at
this point, if I didn't pick one, I was certain that my grandma would
have forced one on me. When we were talking in the car, she had sounded
very merry about training me so I doubted that she would let this
opportunity go to waste.
As I was sure to be leaving here with my own leotard, I would rather have
it be one that I had chosen and with all that said, I was still
disappointed to find my available choices had taken a drastic turn. The
ones that I had available to me were so extraordinarily bland compared to
the others that filled the store. I felt that even the bathing suit that
I had worn were better than these. In a desperate attempt to find
something that was even slightly interesting, I went through the boys
racks one by one to see if there were any other styles that may be hidden
from view.
With the final rack searched with no results, I sighed and glanced at the
surrounding others. Although most of them were clearly girlish, some of
them weren't and I felt they could have passed as boys' ones. I couldn't
quite understand this as outside of their design, both the boys' and
girls' ones were exactly the same shape, well, outside of some of the
girls' ones that had sleeves. Why did they even need to differentiate
between boys and girls anyway?
If I had picked one from the girls' selection, would my grandma even
care? I mean she had seen me in a girl's bathing suit so would there
really have been much of a difference?
"You know Sam, I wouldn't mind if you chose a girl's one."
Her sudden voice from behind startled me. She must have seen me staring
at the others and came over. Looking back, the cashier was looking at me
as well, smiling this time. She seemed to have made this connection too
which made me a bit queasy.
"I can't blame you. These ones are kind of boring, aren't they?" she
asked looking through the boys' racks.
I had to stop and think for a moment. Although I was now free to select
any leotard in the store, this had come with a dose of frustration as
well. I knew that I was going to make use of this privilege, I wanted to,
and I'm sure that my grandma knew it as well but doing so while in a
stranger's vicinity was loathsome. With that mystery girl at the beach,
and possibly a neighbour who had opened that window yesterday, this now
made possibly three people who knew about this, and I didn't know
anything about them. At the rate I was going, it felt like at least half
the town would know of this within a week's time.
I tried to stay positive. On the other hand, it was unlikely this cashier
and I would ever cross paths again, and she was probably the only one who
had gotten a clear look at my face. The one that had opened the window
yesterday, if they had even noticed me, probably thought that I was a
girl at the distance I was at, not to mention behind the cover of the
trees.
I didn't know what to say in response to my grandma's question so I just
started looking through the girls' racks as a sign of acknowledgement to
which she did the same, probably to help me find something. Now that I
was looking closer at them, I noticed that some of the girls' ones did
have different straps and neck lines. Many even had skirts, some attached
and others as a separate piece.
When I had started off, it didn't feel right admitting but nearly all of
them looked amazing, and the more that I saw, the more I began to
appreciate them. It was funny actually, this morning I was dreading this
but now that I was here, I was beaming that I had been given this
opportunity to the point that I couldn't help but smile.
For every twenty different designs I saw, about four of those I placed on
my mental possibility list. After going through the first of many girls
racks, I had to laugh at how foolishly futile that had been. Looking at
the others, there were easily no less than two hundred unique designs in
the store. Just like I had expected, this would be a very difficult
decision.
I think I must have been too quiet, taking too long, or maybe both, and
therefore my grandma starting suggesting ones, calling me from across the
store, holding them up to show me. Although I didn't care what the
cashier thought, it was still nerve-racking at how public she was making
this. Thankfully nobody had entered while we were here. What would they
think when they saw a boy shopping for a girl's leotard?
I shook my head at the ones she was suggesting. Although some of them
were possibilities, I simply couldn't muster up raising my voice above a
whisper to say "That one's nice," across the store.
After fifteenth minutes or so, I had gone through all the racks in the
store. It had made no difference though. Memory of any previous leotards
were replaced with newer ones when I came across them, as if my memory
were a basket now overflowing with choices.
"Sam, you'll need to choose one in ten minutes. We've been here for about
half an hour now and they'll be closing soon," my grandma approached me
to say.
"I put together a selection for you. What do you think of these?" she
asked, gesturing to a number she was holding.
She showed them to me one by one. I thought that she had made some good
choices, some of which were ones I had added to my possibility list. None
of them I felt were overly girlish as they were mostly made up of boys'
colours, blue and black. Although a few of them had skirts, they were
separate pieces so I wouldn't need to wear them.
"Do you like any?"
Yes, I did. All of them in fact, although I'm sure she was looking for a
narrower answer then that. With only ten minutes remaining, I figured it
would be easier to choose from her selection rather than looking through
the racks again.
Going through them once more, I was finally able to make my choice. Out
of the ones she had chosen, there was one had stood out as the coolest,
although only slightly. I hadn't noticed it when I made my rounds,
probably because it contained a skirt which would have made me
immediately dismiss it. I felt a bit guilty seeing this as I realized
that I hadn't given them all a fair look but it was too late to go
through them all again.
It was mostly black but it did shimmer a bit in the light. Across its
front and back were what looked to be claw marks, as if a large monster
had slashed at it. They were made by patches of orange and blue material,
shiny and coated with glitter, similar to what my sisters' ones were made
of.
"This one's neat," I said.
"Ah, good. I think so too."
She held it up in front of me. "Looks like it'll fit but we better make
sure. I'll be right back," she said walking over towards the cashier.
She came back with a measuring tape in her hand. Escorting me to the
changing rooms, we went inside where I stripped down to my underwear so
she could take my measurements. I felt exposed being so bare in front of
her, but then again, yesterday I was in the same position wearing nothing
but a girl's bathing suit which was far worst. It did feel a bit weird
though. Soon I would be wearing an almost identical garment, this time
with her full approval.
"I'm not sure if we'll need to compensate for anything but I think that
it should be fine," she said looking at a size chart attached to the back
of the changing room's door. "As they won't be open much longer, it would
be best if you tried it on now."
I hadn't expected this, thinking that I would first be wearing it in the
comfort and privacy of our home. However, I didn't make a fuss as I would
have been disappointed if we found that it hadn't fitted and couldn't
replace it until tomorrow. Handing it to me, she left the changing room.
As I was already undressed and being very eager to wear it, I had in on
in less than five seconds, all whilst smiling. I didn't bother with its
skirt though and left it on the hanger. It was almost not worth my
grandma leaving. She somehow sensed this and asked through the door; "How
does it fit?"
"Great!" It fitted perfectly, just as good as that bathing suit, if not
better.
Somehow thinking that my response was another way of saying "Come take a
look," she opened the door for the world to see! The changing room was in
direct line of sight of the counter and if she wasn't standing in front
of it, the cashier would have easily seen me. I wanted to run and hide
but this wasn't possible in a one meter squared changing room.
"Looks good, Sam," she said looking at it with a pleased expression, not
noticing my face filled with terror. "You should walk around in it for a
bit to see how well it moves with you."
...was she joking? She wanted me to walk around the store wearing just
this?!
"What... what about her?" I whispered pointing through her at the
cashier.
Having absolutely no idea, she casually turned around to look at her,
stepping out the way in the process, giving her a full unhindered view of
me. The lady was looking at me with a grin across her face. I could feel
my eyes starting to tear up in embarrassment and diverted them back to my
grandma as it was too painful to see.
"She already knows that you're wearing it, Sam, and don't worry, nobody
else is here. They're going to be closing soon so nobody will be
entering."
As the damage had now been dealt, I reluctantly stepped out of the
changing room and began my shameful walk around the store, all while
thinking how stupid I was for getting into this mess. Although I had my
head down sulkily, eyes fixed to the floor, I could feel them both
looking at me with great intensity as if I were an animal at the zoo.
"Well?"
Being so invested in my self-loathing, I barely registered what I was
doing or for what purpose.
"Ah... yea, fine." It fitted well even when walking about, although I
couldn't understand why it wouldn't have. It got me thinking, did she
really think it might not have, or was this some sort of cruel exercise
in an attempt to make me more comfortable about wearing it?
"Good, this'll be the one. Come over to the counter so she can scan it,
Sam. You can wear your clothes over top of it."
As soon as its tag was snipped off, a symbolic moment overcame me. I was
now the owner of a leotard. It wasn't anybody else's. It was mine,
entirely for me. This had invoked a number of feelings, both good and
bad, but after putting them all together, it was pride that eventually
overpowered the rest.
There wouldn't have been many boys that had been able to experience this
opportunity, and even less with the support that I had. Some of them
would probably have been punished just thinking about it, perhaps to the
point of even being disowned. Not me though. Although I wish that it
hadn't involved me standing here, in a public place, wearing only it in
full view of a stranger, I was entirely sincere when I said that I was
now the proud owner of leotard, a girl's one at that.
I almost skipped back to the changing room to don my regular clothes,
doing what my grandma had said, putting them over my new leotard. When I
got back to the counter, she handed me a bag. Being a standard practice
when shopping, it took me a moment to realize why this was strange. I was
already wearing her purchase, so what was in here?
"They've got a special on tights, Sam, so I've bought you a pair as
well," she said pointing to a sign upon the counter which read; '50% off
plain tights with any leotard.'
I didn't quite know what to think of this. Tights were associated with
girls, at least to me. I had never heard of boys wearing them. Although
I'm sure that my grandma would state that they were if I had asked, it
still didn't feel quite right having a pair of my own.
You would think that I wouldn't have cared about what gender they were
for as I was currently wearing a leotard of the opposites, but these
tights I felt were a different matter. My leotard was very similar to a
boy's one so I could look past that. I couldn't with tights, and as she
had implied that she brought them solely because they were on special,
this meant that they weren't a required part of the uniform. Now that I
had some though, I was sure that I would be expected to wear them, not
"letting them go to waste" as she had put it.
Then again, I was in no position to argue. I was lucky to be here in the
first place, nor should I be so dismissive without trying them on first.
I may actually find that they are a good companion with my leotard.
As my grandma and I left the store, it was impossible not to notice how
much time had gone by. The sun was beginning to set and the sky was
getting dark. I couldn't help smiling about this thinking; could anyone
have chosen a leotard quickly with the selection that they had?
"Well, you took nearly as long as your sisters," my grandma added looking
down at her watch. "Hopefully we'll have enough time to get through that
video."
Just as I was about to open the car's door, I heard a "Hey, wait!" from
behind. Looking back, it was the cashier hurrying towards us.
"You forgot your skirt," she said holding it out for me to take, still on
its hanger, with a grin across her face. Thankfully the area was deserted
at this hour but having a sentence like that directed at me, made me
bright red with embarrassment.
"Thanks," I muttered, looking away.
"You're welcome."
I hoped that my grandma hadn't thought that I had left it behind on
purpose in case she had wanted me to wear it as well. With it resting on
?my lap on the drive home, I couldn't help picking it up to inspect it
closer, although not without a second thought. It would be a very girlish
act to perform although I knew at this point that it wouldn't have
bothered my grandma even the slightest.
Like my leotard, it was black made from a material that I wasn't familiar
with. It had several layers all at different lengths, making it become
transparent at its hemline. Like most of the other skirts I had seen at
the store, it wasn't very long. Perhaps an inch shy from the top of my
knees if I were to guess.
"You don't have to wear it if you don't want to, Sam, although I do think
that you should at least try it on."
"Okay."
Unlike the tights, I was well aware that skirts were solely for girls and
therefore they were something that I didn't want to have anything to do
with. I hadn't worn that bathing suit and now this leotard simply because
they were for girls. I was able to take some pride in that. I had worn
them because they were unique, like nothing I had ever worn before.
With all the support that she had provided me though, her request would
be an easy one to fulfil so it was granted without question.
As I was so immersed with my new uniform and the upcoming lesson, I
hadn't noticed that she hadn't taken the usual route home.
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