The Puberty Diaries

Chapter 6: Time To Lady Up

In spite of the fact that my life away from home was still marred by the incessant belching and whistling in regards to my updated anatomy, the rest of the school week somehow still felt as if it went by pretty damn rapidly. Before I knew it, it was Saturday - a day for sleeping in until 9:00am, catching up on my favorite anime and online podcasts, drinking caffeine at home with no fear of repercussions, putting off my minimal load of homework until Sunday... yeah, I think you get the point by now!

However, this Saturday was different. Even though it was only the first weekend of the school year, there were back-to-back sporting events scheduled for that day, and I had no intention to skip out on them. Sound odd? Sure, but I guess their excuse was the fact that the sports teams continued practice even during the summer months. That morning, I roused myself from my deep slumber at a more desirable hour, this time lying on my side so I could still be warmly greeted by the sunrise despite the arrival of my boobs. The aroma of a freshly-prepared Spanish tortilla immediately permeated my nose after I sat up, waking me up almost instantaneously. With an epic stretch, I climbed out of bed, a quick breeze down south telling me that my pajama shorts were also becoming unfit for my body.

Guess that'll be yet ANOTHER piece of clothing I'll have to retire!

Following a hearty and slightly spicy breakfast accompanied two mugs of imported Chilean coffee, I hurried back upstairs to my room to get dressed, for there were only a few hours left before I had to make my way to the campus. I found my brand spanking new cheerleader uniform hanging in my closet after it had been delivered from the school to my residence on the second day of the year. I always enjoyed the way the two piece outfit looked. Like the gym uniforms, it boasted a color-scheme of red, orange, and yellow, with the school's logo on the front. And today marked the first time I ever got to try it on, so I was beyond excited.

Before I could try on anything, however, I made my way to the dresser and opened the drawer in the center of the top row, where I then remembered my underwear situation. Just two days ago, I had begged my mother to get my panties dry-cleaned so I could rid them of the period stains. And after she finally obliged, all I had left were the few rarely-worn pairs at the bottom of the drawer which were less likely to fit me properly. One of Mom's G-strings had somehow wound up in that drawer too; it'd definitely been misplaced the last time someone did the laundry. With no other choice, I donned the latter and finally got started on the task at hand.

I tried on both pieces of the uniform, but I took the skirt off just seconds after checking to see if it fit right, which it thankfully did. In spite of the lax dress code, the school had forbidden the cheerleaders from wearing their skirts on the premises outside of sporting events, for they had been deemed too short. I put on a pair of middle-of-the-road sweat pants instead and ogled myself in the mirror. At first I did a double-take at the sight of myself sporting pigtails, as I hadn't done my hair up like that since I was four. Once I got over that, though, I appreciated how the top half of the cheer outfit made me stick out in a good way, contrasting greatly against my almost perfectly white skin. And for bonus points, when it was coupled with my hair, it gave the visual illusion that I was on fire.

The top fit snugly yet comfortably around my torso, and the sleeves had the perfect amount of wiggle-room. However, the garment was a little on the short side, and it definitely wasn't just my bust getting in the way. I took a few minutes to ponder as to why, before I suddenly remembered trying on the skirt. This top was clearly meant to be worn along with something high-waisted, which was the case with the skirt, but not my sweats. Thus, I was left with a top that just could not be pulled all the way down. I did enjoy wearing crop tops back in the day, and I still do as an adult, but like most chicks, sometimes I just wasn't in the mood to wear one, and that moment happened to be one of those times.