In 7th grade I became a play toy for the boys in class and for the men that I came in contact with. Not by my choice, but by theirs. I would be walking down the hallways at school when boys would walk up behind me and grab my tits. I was too embarrassed to say anything. There would always be a hall full of kids, and I wasn't sure who to yell at. In the back of my mind, I enjoyed this alot. The enjoyment I felt also cause me to feel ashamed, because now I was old enough to know that this was not right. I would babysit for some of the little kids that we knew. More times than not, the father of those kids would fondle me and/or try to kiss me when no one was looking. I never told on any of them. I just kept babysitting till I was afraid of it going too far. Then I would make up excuses to not go there anymore. My parents never suspected that I was being molested over and over again. While in gym class one day I was running after this other girl. I reached out to grab her shirt to slow her down. I had inadvertingly grabbed her bra strap. When I realized what I had done, I let go quickly thus causing her bra strap to slap her back. After this I was labeled a lesbian and was teased the rest of the year. I was in denial at that time. I didn't tell anyone that the female body excited me so. I even tried to deny it to myself, even though I still masterbated to womens bodies. I told myself that the reason I liked looking at womens bodies so much was because I wanted my body to look as theirs did.
During this year I had started to have bad pains in my knees. I didn't volunteer the information about the pain to my mom and dad when it first started. I would just sit there and hold my sore hurting knee till I was asked to get up and do something. Mom and dad thought I was faking, just trying to get out of household chores because,"It didn't start hurting till we told you to do something." Finally I had complained enough to deserve a doctors appointment. When we got to go into the examination room and the doctor came in, he told me to take down my pants. I didn't understand why I had to remove my pants when I had bell bottoms on and could roll them up high enough to see my knees. I threw such a fit that the doctor had my mom leave the room thinking it was her that had me so upset, but it wasn't. I did calm down when she left, but only because I knew that with him I couldn't win. After the exam he told my mother that it was simply growing pains and that when I got older it would stop.
One morning I awoke to find brown splotches on my panties. I knew about periods but didn't think this could be it because it wasn't red like blood. It wasn't much, just a little amount. I had this show on my panties for 3 days in a row and then it went away as quickly as it came. It didn't happen the next month so I had just let it go and forgot about it.
One February morning I was late to catch the bus for school. The weather had been getting warmer and the snow had almost completely melted away except for some small patches. Wouldn't you know that I would find one of those patches! I was running to catch the bus before it left me and slipped right beside the bus doors. I fell right on top of my own ankle. I didn't have to go to school after all. Mom had to miss work and take me to have it xrayed. Doctor told her that I didn't break it, I only sprained my ankle. He wrapped it up in an ace wrap and gave me crutches to walk with. He said that it should be better within 2 weeks. As the 2 week time was ending my mother encouraged me to start walking on my sore ankle. It didn't feel like it had healed at all to me. Everytime I tried to put weight on it, it hurt like the dickens. Like it did the day I had fallen on it. But who can win in an arguement with mom? Not I. One the 2 week anniversary date, I was to come home from school and my crutches were going to be taken away and by God I was gonna stop babying my ankle.
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