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Just Another Girl - Part 2
🕑 Added 2022-10-20 13:12:22 +0000 UTCJust Another Girl In The Artistic Gymnastics Academy
Just another girl in the artistic gymnastics academy
That afternoon was extraordinary! I continued to practice some exercises in the living room of the apartment, but very soon it became clear that I needed more space and my mother permitted me to go out into the garden. The garden was not private; it was part of the set of 15 semi-luxury buildings in which we lived.
Between the buildings, there were green areas, fountains, children's games, parking, and a commercial area; all in a kind of private subdivision with limited access and surveillance.
Anyway, I went out to the garden in my long-sleeved white leotard with sparkles and the V-neck with a blue and a red line, which were the school colors.
During the first hour or so, I was practicing floor routines and modifying some exercises with which I could beat the other girls, especially Magali, who the truth is, I didn't like her badly, but since my sister said that she was better than me, it became a challenge.
At that time, some people passed by the garden area that I was using, but no one gave me a strange look, if they stopped it was to see my routine and at some point, a young couple even applauded. I felt really happy, it was like a dream come true.
At some point I had to stop to rest, I went into the apartment for a glass of water and came out again, but instead of continuing to practice, I went to the children's play area, other boys and girls were playing there, I found a free swing and I started swinging, remember that feeling you had when swinging very high as if you were flying? Now add the excitement of seeing my bare legs coming out of the leotard I felt like a fairy!
I jumped off the swing, of course, landed with my arms up and palms out like I was getting off the uneven bars, and went to the railing, there I ran into a kid about a year or two older than me, who told me: "You can't get on here."
Why not? I asked.
Because you're a girl! Girls can't do this look.
He climbed on the railing and crossed it from side to side making a childish but tender demonstration of strength and masculine superiority.
If I'm honest, I have to admit that I was happy with your comment, so much so that I was about to not try it, but my competitive spirit didn't allow it, so I just said:
We girls can also look!
And I walked the railing. He tried to throw me from below, pulling me by my legs before reaching the stairs, but he couldn't and his mother, who was watching from a nearby bench, told him to leave the girl alone.
It finally got dark and my mom told me it was time to go into the house. I was exhausted but happy. She asked me to go take a shower and return the leotard to my sister while dinner was on, I asked her to please let me wear it until after dinner, so I still had the pleasure of dining in a leotard.
After that wonderful day, I would like to be able to tell you that everything went well, that my mom took advantage of her first day off to take out my sister's old blue dress that I liked so much, some white socks with ruffles and some flats, I sit in front of her dressing table fixed my hair, which by that time was an inch longer than my ears but still not quite my shoulders, and took me to enroll in a new artistic gymnastics academy.
This new academy was not very big, because it did not depend on a large private school like the one Ana Lilia attended, but it was well-equipped and there was a group of just over ten girls my age.
The uniform was a sleeveless leotard, light blue with glitter and silver straps, almost transparent tights with glitter, and pants with a jacket that we could wear on top to get to and from the academy on cold days.
I would still go to the normal school, but instead of waiting for my sister at her academy or participating with her and her group, I would go home to change, put on my uniform and go to my academy, where everyone knew me. Like Valerie Mariane.
Eventually my sister would get used to seeing me as her younger sister and not as her brother, my classmates and friends would invite me to their birthday parties for which my mom would have to buy me dresses and in which we would be a large group of girls playing, learning to put on makeup or talking about boys…
I would also like to tell you that with the level I already had, from the first day, I excelled in the group, especially in floor exercises and on the balance beam, later on, I mastered the horse vault and the uneven bars, but in what really stood out was on the balance beam.
The day would come when we had a competition in which we would face the academy of my sister's school... in the individual all-around, Ana Lilia would get the gold medal, I would receive the silver, and Magali would finish ranked fourth, after from my new best friend.
I wish I could tell you all this and more, but the truth is that things were not that simple. Now I understand that it wasn't that easy for my mom, just accepting that I wanted to put on a leotard and go to a rhythmic gymnastics academy where everyone would think I was a girl. We are talking about a time when there was no information like there is now, there was no internet and the concept of gender, as something not directly related to sexuality, was only known by some doctors and psychologists.
That wonderful day, as I told you, was in November. Finally, Ana Lilia had her party one weekend while I was with my dad. My party consisted of inviting a couple of friends to the house to share cake and curiously, my mom managed to get Katy to arrive, the girl I had liked since the first grade of kindergarten and who I had not seen for almost two years. Katy was still as beautiful as ever, but my sixth birthday was anything but memorable.
Now I know that my dad would have supported me in this whole issue from the beginning, but at that time I had no idea and we didn't even talk about it because the weekends with him were always so full of activities and joy that I hardly even thought in Valeria; When I was with him, I didn't need anything.
A few days later, my mom came home and told me that she had a surprise for me, that as we had talked, she had enrolled me in an academy that I would surely like. I got very excited and just wondered if I needed to change my clothes or something like that before leaving, I asked her if something was missing and she said no, that I just got in the car so she could take me.
We arrived at a sports center in the city, we got off and he took me to a karate academy. I did not understand anything. I introduced myself to the sensei, who received me very kindly, gave me my uniform, and told me to go into the dressing room to put it on. I don't need to describe the karate uniform, let's just say that it wasn't exactly the leotard I wanted to wear.
I left the dressing room with my uniform on, my mom was still there. The teacher put the belt on me and my mom told me: How handsome you look! Do you like it?
Yes, I told her. But I wanted to go to Artistic Gymnastics.
I know my son, but I have not found any academy that I can take you to and many people recommended karate to me, surely you will like it a lot, it is fun and you will learn to punch and kick super strong like Bruce Lee!
So when are we going to go to artistic gymnastics?
I don't know when we find an academy, but you're going to see that you're going to like this too.
Okay, I said discouraged.
I stayed in the Karate class and the truth was not that bad, with the flexibility I already had, I was able to kick much higher than my face, and the teacher constantly congratulated me for that and somehow it made me feel good.
The Christmas holidays arrived with the traditional dinner at my cousins' house, Santa Clause brought me the Road Runner, a pedal car that I had requested, and for the Three Kings, who arrive in my country on January 6, I had requested my leotard, but that didn't come. In its place came the uniform of the new all-male Marist Catholic school to which my mother enrolled me under the pretext that in the previous school, I had been expelled for fighting with a boy. I must confess that it did happen, I was playing on the railing and a boy made a girl fall exactly as the neighbor had tried to do to me. It took him longer to get down from the railing than to receive a kick in the face that made his nose bleed and he came out crying to accuse me of the director. In my defense, I was defending the girl from an abusive boy.
The fact is that halfway through the school year I changed to a school where there were forty-five boys in each classroom. The teachers called us by the roll number and were authorized to punish us, pull our sideburns, or even hit us on the hands with the wooden ruler. Of course, before the first day of school, I got a haircut.
A friend of my mom (Adolfo) convinced her that this would make me a man...
The karate classes were not so bad, they were clearly useful for me to defend myself, and knowing how to fight, even though I was one of the smallest in height and weight in my class, allowed me to be one of the popular ones.
Very soon I got the yellow belt and shortly after the summer vacations arrived, which I happily spent with my father. Curiously, Ana Lilia rarely wanted to go with him anymore, so in addition to being in different schools and sports activities, we also spent weekends and vacations apart. I think when I was with my dad, the only thing I missed was my sister.
Thus the school year ended in apparent calm, psychoanalysts would say that during latency, sexual drives do not manifest, but Valeria refused to disappear. Of my classmates I did manage to distinguish one of my best friends, Mike who was not at all unpleasant to me, he was funny, and he had a nice smile and beautiful eyes, but one day he invited me to eat at his house and I met his sister, I had to face the fact that I liked girls much more. What I did continue to like constantly were the girl's clothes and things. Particularly my sister's.
Every day after eating, I went out to play, ride a bike or skate with my friend Carlos, we knew that until 6:00 we could do anything because his mom worked on the television station with mine.
When we started second grade, this is when I was about to turn 7 years old, and the rainy season arrived. This made it impossible to go out and play, so we stayed in my apartment. We watched TV for a while and then we started looking for something to play with, we got some G-I joes and using some bags from Walmart we made their parachutes, but the dolls were too small for the bags, so we went to my sister's room to look for some of them her Barbies.
I think Valerie saw at that moment the opportunity to get out. While we were looking through Ana Lilia's things, I took out a dress and threw it at Carlos.
Look! This one would also open as a parachute! I told him, putting it in front of him.
Hahaha! What do you think? Why don't you try? He told me.
Oh yes! I told
I don't believe you!
I'll wear it if you wear this one! I took out another one and put it in front of him.
He stared at the dresses and told me:
Well, but you first, he said.
I took the dress and ran to the bathroom. It was a short-sleeved yellow and white dress, the skirt, for my sister it was surely knee-length, for me it was above my ankles, but with the bow, it fit me well at the waist. This time I didn't worry about changing my underwear, I just moved my hair a bit and left the bathroom.
He saw me and laughed!
hahaha! You look like a little girl!
Far from being offended, I liked the statement and moved my hips sideways to make the dress move.
Really? Now you!
Carlos hesitated for a moment and went to the bathroom, in the denim overall-type dress with straps. He took a while in the bathroom and I imagined that he wouldn't dare or that he would go out with the dress and his T-shirt or even his pants under the dress. I was surprised that he came out with just the dress on and immediately turned around causing the skirt to rise up. As if he, too, had been waiting for the opportunity.
You look like a girl too! I told.
Do I? Let's see!
We went to the mirror and we were both impressed! It was a funny moment because neither of us wanted to show emotion, so we were laughing nervously as we moved to make the dresses move. I started to spin.
hahaha. You almost showed your panties girl! Carlos said
I pulled my dress down as any girl would, and I felt my face turn red. He kept laughing and started spinning too. A couple of minutes later we were both dizzy on the floor spreading our skirts around us but dying of laughter.
Do you have music? he asked.
I searched through the records and decided it was better to put the video of the movie Vaselina, and the song "Look at me I'm Sandra Dee" we sang it and acted laughing as we had not laughed in a long time. Then we put on Summer Nights, but we both sang the Sandy part, then we put on ABBA's Dancing Queen. So we spent the afternoon dancing and singing, at some point, Carlos told me:
Now you sing the choir Mario… for a moment I felt out of place and I answered:
I'm not Mario, I'm Valeria Mariana, He laughed and said:
Well, Valeria, then I'm She thought about it for a moment Sandy!
I made a small bow crossing one foot in front of the other and slightly lifting my dress
Nice to meet you, Sandy.
Likewise, he said.
We shook hands and pretended to kiss each other on the cheeks like the princesses in the movies.
We had so much fun that rainy day until I wonder what time my mom and sister were coming. It was almost 6:00! They were about to arrive, so we ran to his room, put on our normal boy's clothes, and put my sister's dresses in the closet all messy.
When my mom and sister arrived, we were watching TV like any other day.
The next day was sunny and we went skating as we normally did, but we were both slightly nervous as if we didn't know what the other was going to think... at least I know that's how I felt.
Yesterday I had a lot of fun. I told.
Me too! I laughed a lot, I got home with a stomach ache from laughing so much.
I would like to see Sandy again one of these days.
He thought for a moment and said.
Yes, I think that if Valeria invites her, she can even bring some of her sister's things.
We both laughed and continued skating around the fountain.
As usually happens in that season, a few days later it rained again. I remember my excitement, since I was on my way home on the school bus, I was thinking about what to wear. I got home and I didn't even eat, I went straight to my sister's room, and the first thing I looked for was her leotard, but I couldn't find it, I assumed she would be wearing it at her academy, then I took out a short blue skirt, a pink round neck blouse with a button on the back, short sleeves, with a ruffle design, a pair of black and clear ballerina stilled flats, a pair of pink panties. I put it all on the bed, took off my school uniform, and enjoyed every step of it.
The feeling of the panties, which I hadn't felt in so long, hid my bulge and I looked in the mirror before putting on my skirt, the blouse had this little round button at the back of the neck, but it wasn't hard to close it.
From my sister's dresser, I took out the brush and combed my hair as feminine as possible, by this time, I was about to turn 7 years old and had managed to keep my hair not so short, slightly below the ears but not so long to reach to the shoulders, with a little brushing it could look like a girl's hairstyle, curiously, Carlos used it more or less at the same height, but mine was wavier and he's was totally straight.
I finished combing my hair, I put on the ballerina flats, which were a little too big for me, and I looked at myself in the mirror. There was Valeria Mariana again! Once I was dressed, I went to the kitchen to heat the food that my mom had prepared and I sat down to eat quickly but was careful not to get dirty.
I was just finishing eating when there was a knock on the door, I peeked through the peephole, and as expected, there was Carlos with a Walmart bag in his hand, without any precautions I opened the door letting him see my outfit, Carlos came in and hugged me laughing hard.
hahaha! I knew I was going to see Valeria today!
Really? How did you know?
Well... it's raining and... look
He showed me what he had in the bag. It was a Cinderella dress given to her younger sister that summer on their trip to Disneyland, white tights, and a clear plastic slipper with one-inch heels. (Her sister was a year younger, so my sister's things would be a little too big for us, but we could use the ones we already had for some time and her sister's things would be a little too small, but we had enough clothes for both of us)
Wow! You already had everything ready!
Mmm, yes, a little, and well. I was waiting for another rainy day. he said
hahaha. Me too, do you notice?
We closed the door and went to change his clothes. She came out of the bathroom with her dress on and she looked so pretty, the dress was gorgeous.
How do I look? He asked.
It is precious! I'm loving 'it!
- Me too, he said, since they bought it for my sister and she was dressed as a princess at Disney all day, I wanted one just like it.
I imagine! Whenever we go shopping for clothes with my sister, the same thing happens to me, but I can't say anything to my mom...
Of course, not Valerie! If they see us, they cut us something! hahaha
Hmm, Maybe we should let them see us... I told him...
Hahahahahaha, we both laughed a lot. Maybe! she said…
That afternoon we were just watching TV and played board games like Valeria and Sandy, until 5:30 and then we rushed to change to wait for my mom to watch TV like good boys.
It soon became a habit, every time we came back from school and it was raining, we met sometimes at her house and sometimes at mine to get dressed and just spend the afternoon watching movies or playing board games, but in Valeria and Sandy mode.
From Autumn to Spring, it rained frequently in the City, but summer is drier, besides, I went on vacation with my dad, we went to Six Flags over Texas in an RV, and we took the opportunity to get to know the city of Dallas and many other places, as always, it was an excellent vacation that I took advantage of to see how the girls dressed, observe the styles they used when they wore jeans, when skirts or dresses and how they combined them, I also began to pay attention to the accessories that the girls of 8 and 9 years used.
My dad took me shopping in Dallas and of course, it was all children's clothing, jeans, t-shirts, some jackets, and things like that, but when we went to buy sneakers, under the pretext that at school they required totally white sneakers, I found ones in the girls' area of JC Penney, which were all white on the outside but the lining was pink. I tried them on and told my dad that those were the ones that would work for me, that there were no others that would work for the sports uniform. No doubt he realized they were for a girl, but he didn't even mention it and even bought me some fluffy, pastel blue slippers that said Cinderella, Disney on the inside. I was surprised when he put them on the counter and I looked at him funny.
Do you like them? They say Cinderella, but as it is inside, no one will see it and they will be useful for you on cold mornings. don't you think?
Without showing much emotion, I said: Yes, I'm sure they'll be useful.
Payment and we left, so I left the mall very happy with my girl's sneakers and slippers.
We had to return from vacation one weekend earlier than planned because my mom told my dad that she had scheduled my sister's first communion for those days. When I returned home, Carlos went to Cancun for a couple of weeks with his family, so, when we started the third grade of elementary school, we had spent a little over two months without getting dressed. I think we were both calm as if we knew the time was coming, but we both missed being Valeria and Sandy, or at least I know I missed it.
The weather forecast spoke of sunny days for the next two weeks, so I decided not to wait any longer. I got home from school and went straight to my sister's room.
On the edge of her closet, I found what I was looking for. Her first communion dress! It was a stunning deep satin gown with magnificent draping and an off-the-shoulder neckline. A beautiful beaded brooch adorned the waist. It had a matching organza shawl and a lace-up corset back. All are lined with a layer of crinoline.
Even with the experience I already had wearing dresses, it took me some time to put it on and above all, to adjust the corset but with some effort, I achieved a reasonably good result. I loved the shoes, they were white patent leather Mary Janes with 1.1-inch heels with shiny pearls and crossed straps of rhinestones. I put them on and the dress reached my ankles. On the dressing table, I found the white satin headband, I had never used one, so I put it on more as an experiment and I was fascinated by the result. To finish, I also found lipgloss on her dresser, I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror.
I had never seen myself like this Normally Carlos liked dresses like princesses and I liked more casual clothes, skirt and blouse sets or simple summer dresses, like the ones girls used any day, but this was amazing! That day I didn't eat, I stayed in front of the mirror for I don't know how long until there was a knock on the door.
I went to the door as fast as I could and opened it for Carlos to see me.
