I spent more time with Rhonda. Some of the things that came out of Rhonda’s mouth shocked me, but they always made perfect sense.
“If you’ve got it, flaunt it,” Rhonda said one day in the locker room. She pulled her t-shirt over her head, dropped her bra and mini-skirt on the floor, and walked the entire length of the room in nothing but her pink bikini underwear. I stared along with everyone else as she swung her arms and hips all the way from the lockers to the showers and back to where she’d started. She pulled on her gym clothes and walked out.
“What’d you do that for?” I hissed at her as we lined up. The other girls were whispering, pointing at us.
“For fun. Why else?”
That night when I got out of the shower, I stood in front of the mirror looking at my naked body. Rhonda was right. Most of the girls undressed under their clothes, their backs turned to everyone else, as they hid their bodies like they were ashamed. I liked my body.
I joined Rhonda in her little walks around the locker room, in our panties, no bras. It felt a little weird at first, everyone staring at me, but I liked the way it felt when the other girls looked, or pretended not to look, at me. I was braver than them—smarter. I felt sexy. At Wal-Mart, Rhonda and I bought their prettiest underwear we could find.
“Where’d you get those trashy things?” Jubalee asked when she saw them.
“From Rhonda. She didn’t like them.”
“That’s ‘cause they get in her way,” Jubalee said. She didn’t like Rhonda.
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