Writer's Block: Wardrobe Malfunction
Once in 6th year -primary- my stepmum gave to me my first mini-skirt (which, ladies and gents should have been the sole canonization of just how short a mini-skirt is supposed to be! ) So I wore it to school and also wore cream-collored stockings to boot. I had never returned home with my stockings untouched. Not once. There always had to be a small hole somewhere. But I didn't give that a thought 'cause I had my sexy ultra-tiny-mini-skirt. At one point, I was sitting in Speech class where we all sat in a circular manner so wearing a skirt and opening your legs there wasn't a very good idea, sexy or not. Kids on the other side of the row could see what brand your underwear was if that wad the case.
And, albeit too late, I noticed that. AND the fact that I had this HUGE HOLE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF MY STOCKINGS THAT RIPPED ALL THE WAY DOWN TO MY THIGHS.
God, that was emabarrassing.
Reason A for: why I stopped wearing stockings with skirts, why I haven't used a mini-skirt in decades, and why I never used that skirt at school again (and also because a teacher scolded me for wearing something so 'unproper' and 'flashy'. Said boys kept staring during luchbreak. Pfft. As if. I was a careless cow then, there was nothing to see.).
And let's go back further into the past. In fifth grade.
There was this friend who had lotsa money and therefore a HUGE pool. So, her mum organized a pool party for her birthday. We were best mates so she invited me, of course. Thing is: I needed a swimsuit. No problem. Grandmama and Dad bought me my first bikini. A two-piece. Purple with the trims coloured pink with little laces. I loved it. But there seemed to be a certain tightness around my chest-area. Ah, no matter, pool party!
SPLASH!
In I go!
Out goes the upper part!
Relatively soon after... out goes the lower part!
I'm naked. No worries, we're all girls here right?
Suddenly, out come my friend's pre-pubescent (and therefore perverted) brother and his pals! (as well as the whole damn neighborhood...)
Out we all go running and into said friend's room.
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Ooooh.... my stomach hurts from only remembering that. Gosh, I think that during the stampede of wet towels and girly shrieks -in the commotion and shame- I left the freaking bikini floating in the pool, abandoned.
You see now why 'feminie' clothes were my dreaded enemies for a long time.
How embarrassing... -_-
And, albeit too late, I noticed that. AND the fact that I had this HUGE HOLE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF MY STOCKINGS THAT RIPPED ALL THE WAY DOWN TO MY THIGHS.
God, that was emabarrassing.
Reason A for: why I stopped wearing stockings with skirts, why I haven't used a mini-skirt in decades, and why I never used that skirt at school again (and also because a teacher scolded me for wearing something so 'unproper' and 'flashy'. Said boys kept staring during luchbreak. Pfft. As if. I was a careless cow then, there was nothing to see.).
And let's go back further into the past. In fifth grade.
There was this friend who had lotsa money and therefore a HUGE pool. So, her mum organized a pool party for her birthday. We were best mates so she invited me, of course. Thing is: I needed a swimsuit. No problem. Grandmama and Dad bought me my first bikini. A two-piece. Purple with the trims coloured pink with little laces. I loved it. But there seemed to be a certain tightness around my chest-area. Ah, no matter, pool party!
SPLASH!
In I go!
Out goes the upper part!
Relatively soon after... out goes the lower part!
I'm naked. No worries, we're all girls here right?
Suddenly, out come my friend's pre-pubescent (and therefore perverted) brother and his pals! (as well as the whole damn neighborhood...)
Out we all go running and into said friend's room.
-
Ooooh.... my stomach hurts from only remembering that. Gosh, I think that during the stampede of wet towels and girly shrieks -in the commotion and shame- I left the freaking bikini floating in the pool, abandoned.
You see now why 'feminie' clothes were my dreaded enemies for a long time.
How embarrassing... -_-