Early on, Charley loved school. Because she was bright, friendly, and excelled at games, she had no shortage of playmates. She grew up in a time when girls didn’t wear pants to school. Cora dressed her in good, serviceable styles that didn’t get in the way of fun since she had no interest in frilly dresses or fussy hair. The minute she flew in the door, she skinned out of her dresses and into her pants. None of the family focused on her clothes, figuring the girls had been through enough. Little Ginny, her greatest admirer, was always waiting expectantly for Charley on the front porch or at the front window. Ginny was as feminine as her mother, though their differences were not an issue for the girls.
Naturally, Cora bathed the girls together and Charley had remarked on their differences, to which Cora replied, “If everbody was just alike, it would be a mighty dull world.”
Charley accepted that, remarking, “Ginny’s plain and I’m fancy!”
“You’re just a little different, that’s all. Just like your hair is red and Ginny’s is white, but don’t say nothing to make her feel bad. It’s all good.” Cora answered.
Satisfied with Cora’s explanation, Charley gave their differing anatomies no further thought, going back to her soap and bubbles.
In her comfortable world, Charley hadn’t dealt with gender confusion, cruelty, or peer pressure. Then hormones kicked in. Charley was among the tallest in the class, so not surprisingly, she showed early breast development, for which she received unwelcome attention. One day, she was groped as she played football. “Hey, Charley’s got titties!” A boy jeered. She kicked him and strode off, furious and humiliated.Her peers and her body left her feeling alienated, mortified that a familiar game had turned mean. The rules were changing. Charley, of course knew women had breasts, but had never considered the the calamity of having them sprout on her flat chest. Horns or hooves would have been more welcome.
Thanks so much. Your post moved me to tears.
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I love it thast you have continued the story, Poor Charley has got a lot of heartache to come I think.
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Charley was my focus to start with and Ellen hijacked it.
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Naughty Ellen, but it was a great story too!
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Thanks. How is school?
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It is pretty full-on as I expected it to be. We have placements in a couple of weeks but have been busy just learning some of the basics before we are allowed to be let loose as some people have never done anything in healthcare before.
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Seemed like I couldn’t catch my breath.
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I bet you remember those days too, Linda. Everyone always has fond memories of being a student 🙂
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Nursing school was rough, but I never laughed so much in my life.
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Yes, we have had some fun already, with one lecturer in particular!
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Plenty of highs and lows.
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Oh yes,, without a doubt! 🙂
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You know, I’m surprised any of us women were ever attracted to boys!!! They were my worst tormentors, especially at that transitional age. I remember boys tweaking my very tender and sensitive breasts and running off laughing. I tended to be a scrapper, playing boys games as good if not better than most of them, so this was a difficult stage. It was an alienating time.
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It was! I hated that!
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Growing up is going to be tough for her
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You know it!
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Poor girl. It’s a good thing she has a loving family. —- Suzanne
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Yes, it is.
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It has been ever thus, Ibeth. Great story.
Leslie
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True.
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😉
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Poor Charlie. I think her father feel’s terrible. I hope he has a talk with her to let her know the score.
You do come up with some great subjects Linda. Well done. ☺
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How hard this must be.
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I have to say I did not think it would be possible for you to write another story as good as the last one! I am already hooked, loving it. Thank you 😊
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This one is hard to write. You know this happens.
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I do but I know you can do it , It is making people aware. I once spoke with a lady who went through it, she was brought up as a boy then changed to become a woman. It must be so difficult 🌹
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That must be so hard.
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Oh poor Charlie ..the things she will encounter…
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Hard times ahead.
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