Growing Down isn't So Bad: TG Editon

Chapter 7
14 to 13: Rediscovering Old Joys

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Chapter Description: While recovering a joy from her boyhood growing years, our heroine have a run-in with a few rude boys, unknowingly taking her first step into embracing her new life.

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Growing Down Isn’t so Bad:

TG-Edition:

14 to 13:

Rediscovering Old Joys

“LEGO Dimensions…” I muttered as I stared at the colorful artwork that filled me with such nostalgic as fond memories filled my head.

When I was a growing boy, I was a bit of LEGO frantic; I would save my allowance for weeks on end just so I could go out and buy a bunch of sets. I would then spent hours in my room building the play sets and a few more hours putting them on my shelf in what I thought were cool poses.

That was thankfully a phase I grew out really quickly, but I didn’t stop buying LEGOs until I was around 15. I giggled as an old memory came to the surface. When I got older I would use my sets to make up games in true D&D fashion and my friends and I were play for hours on end. If we had phone with data recording we could have made videos from our sessions that probably would had gone viral.

It’s too bad I’m old for this sort of thing…I bet I will have a real blast with this game. Wait a minute…I’m only 14 and still getting younger! So why shouldn’t I get this game and have a blast? And it’s not like I’m hurting for money at the moment, I have plenty save up in the bank I use, and I still have most of my paycheck from GameStop.

Speaking of my pay check, I scanned the area real quick and then fished out my wallet. I did one final scan of the area before opening my wallet and began counting my money. I really didn’t want to answer why a fourteen-year-old girl had the wallet of a nineteen-year-old boy.

Hmm, it seems I have over 300 on me more then enough to buy the game. I closed my wallet and pocketed it as I scanned the display. Good, there were plenty of PS4 editions left on the display. Before I decided to pay over 100 dollars for the game there was something else I would like to look at. I turned to leave when I felt something slid off my wrist. I looked down and saw my left wristband on the floor. I giggled to myself as I picked it up, slid the other one off my wrist and put both into my bag.

I surprise they stayed on as long as they did. I really should go and see what I can find in the summer clearance before I do anything else, but I couldn’t ignore this urge that was to big to ignore.

Beside, everything should be fine until I satisfy this urge.

(…)

I couldn’t help but let out a low whistle as I strolled into LEGO section and the vast collection on the floor. In the near five years since I had stopped collecting I am surprise at the vastness that the toy product has become. I can see play-sets to make an entire city and set from a more sci-fi setting. I even see action figure-like play sets, making my mouth water slightly as memories gashed forth like a freed waterfall. Sure, the price tag of some of these sets were a little bit of a turn off, but hey, when you’re a un-growing girl with well over three hundred dollars on you, you have to spent it on something, right.

I was currently looking at one of the Bionicle “The Mask Marker and Skull Crusher” set when I heard snickering. I ignored it and moved onto studying another set. A few seconds later I heard the snickering again but this time it was accompanied some words I couldn’t make out. I just continue to ignore it, and want onto my next set.

“Hey, Rob, do you think it’s weird that a girl is looking at LEGOs?” someone said rudely.

I tried to ignore the commit, focusing on deciding if I wanted to buy a NinjaGo play set or one of the Bionicle sets. But I found that I couldn’t get my mind off of what that person said. What’s wrong with a girl being interested in LEGOs? I mean, I saw a near full section with nothing but LEGO play sets for girls.

I don’t know why that commit was affecting me so much, but I tried to block it out as I decided to go with the NinjaGo play set, the one with the cool looking race car on the box.

“Maybe she’s lost, Toby?” another person said, “Pa did say chicks didn’t know right from left.”

Okay, that was the last straw! I wasn’t going to let some brats pick on me just because I happen to turn into a girl. And I’m certainly not going to just stand here and let them call me dumb when they didn’t even the first thing about me.

I snapped my head to the right, ready to gave the ones whose been talking a good piece of my mind. My mouth hit the ground when I got a good look at the two who been mocking me.

There were two boys, around ten I think, dressed as punk rockers, complete with black jeans, leather jackets and shirts with flaming skulls on them. But it wasn’t their outfit that shocked me to my core…it was their hair; both had their hair in short spikes, and one has dyed his hair a blood red while the only had bleached his white.

I didn’t think I could be more shocked…until I saw what else they had on. The have on nose, lip, ears and eye rings, and they were all pierced. I could only gawk at the twin brothers as they talking about something in a low whisper. Dressing up as punk rockers at that age is bad enough, but what parent in their right mind would allow their kids to get that many body piercing?

One of the boys, the one with bleached hair, looked at me with a grin I didn’t like and turned back to the boy with the red hair. I know shouldn’t be concerned about these two boys, but it got to be those two I heard just now. After all, we’re the only ones in this entire section.

“So, Rob,” the bleached haired boy, Toby no doubt, “What do you think about that new chick teacher we got?”

Rob chuckle a rather rude chuckle and said, “Oh, she got the job by chance, pa said so.”

I growled under my breath as the two brats continue to talk about their new teacher like she was some dumb blonde who got the job because she was pretty. I don’t know what kind of parent can raise such rude children and part of me doesn’t want to know. But I wonder why these brats’ words were affecting me so much? After all, they weren’t talking about me anymore.

“Yeah, I bet that our teacher is just as dumb as that old hag here,” Toby said rudely.

Old hag…I could feel my right eye began to twitch. Who does that brat thinks he’s calling an old hag…I only-and if that familiar shiver down my spine means anything-13 years old.

“No joke, bro,” Rob said, chuckling at something only he found funny. “I mean, that hag is trying to be all brainy by looking at LEGOs when she probably can’t put one of the easiest ones together.”

That was it! I had enough of those two putting me down. It was high time that someone put those brats in their place and taught them some manners. And I’m just the un-growing girl to do it.

“Hey, you two!” I said commandingly, which wasn’t all that commanding, since I heard my voice break.

Still, I got their attention, or as close as attention I could get from those types, as they looked at me with a bit of disinterest. I closed the short distance that was between the twins and myself, which I learned I needed to lift up my pants so they weren’t dragging on the floor. Still, that wasn’t going to stop me from scolding these brats.

“Now, listen here,” I said in a stern voice. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you how rude it is to talk about others like they‘re not even in the same room as you?”

The two just looked at me with a condescending stare and then went back to talking to themselves in a barely hearable whisper. I could feel my anger boiling over. Not only were these two constantly badmouthing me, but now they were openly ignoring me as I was trying given them a will needed scolding.

Still, that wasn’t going to stop me, I was one determined un-growing girl and I wasn’t going to stop until I talked knock some sense into these brats.

“Can you believe that old hag?” Toby said snickering a bit as he looked at me.

“I know,” Rob said, laughing at a joke I didn’t get or hear. “Just because she’s old she thinks she can boss us around. We men should taught her where she should be.”

That was it! These brats were just now massing with me, talking among themselves and then getting loud enough so I would hear, and probably thinking I wouldn’t understand what there were saying because I was dumb. But I wasn’t, I could understand everything those brats were spitting out, and the do you know the worst part of it all…

THEY CALLLED ME OLD…AGAIN! I’m only 13 for Pete sakes, and still getting younger!

And I wasn’t going to stand by and let those snot-nose brats continue to bash me just because someone never “taught” them how to behave.

“Hey!” I shout, making my voice as commandingly as possible, and they finally looked at me completely. “Who do you two think you are? I know what you’re doing! Pretending to talk to each other and then getting loud just so you can insult someone! Not. Cool.”

The two looked at me with wide eyes, like they didn’t expect me to understand what they were doing, and that made me smile. I quickly exchanged that smile with a stern look, and put hands on my hips, partly to look intimating and partly because my pants were in some serious danger of fall off…and my panties with them.

“And another thing,” I said, trying to keep my voice even so it wouldn’t break again, “What’s wrong with girls liking LEGOs? There’s entire section of LEGO for girls!”

The shock of my outburst must have worn off as the two boys suddenly looked at me with that same condescending look they have been giving me since I got here. Rob turned his nose up at me as his looked at his brother.

“Why don’t we just blow this place, Toby?” the young asked his brother like I hadn’t even spoken.

I could feel my blood boil like never before. I was really getting tired of how these two brats were treating me. And I think they would treat the 19-year-old junior like this as well.

“Yeah,” Toby replied in a real snob-like fashion, also turning his nose up, “We don’t want to get cooties.”

One thought popped into my mind as the two brats walked away me. Cooties, they thought I have cooties! Those two are ten-year-old and they still believe that girls have made-up things like cooties.

Its boys like those that almost make me regret growing up as a boy…almost being the key word here.

I took a few calming breaths and as my temper started to settle, I came to a realization. I think that my regression is seriously massing with my “reverse-puberty” as would come to call it. The massive load of chemicals by brain was producing during this period was mixing with whatever causing my body to staidly regress.

That would certainly explain a lot…or those brats’ words really got to me for reasons I couldn’t understand. Yeah…I really hope it’s the reverse-puberty thing, I really do.

With a heavy sigh, I tried to push all of these frustrating thoughts into the back of my head, making a note to put another entry in my dairy/logbook. But first I need to finish calming down before I do anything else, and there’s nothing like a trip down memory to help one forget.

Hmm, I think I am going to get the race car from the NinjaGo series, and maybe one of these Mixel packets, so I can put something together to help take away the last bit of edge I was feeling.

I walked over to the play-set and picked it up when I felt something run past me. I let out a shriek, which sounded so weird with my breaking voice, as I drop the box and quickly grabbed my pants and panties as someone pulled them down. I could feel my entire face heat up as I struggle to pull up my pants so my navy blue under garments weren’t exposed to the world.

I heard snickering and something like a faint snap and I whip my head to my right. I felt the heat from my face explode into my entire body as I saw the brat twins at the end of the LEGO section. Both were snickering and one had a phone out. No doubt that brat had taken a picture of my panties to show his jerky friends. They ran off before I could do anything, not that I really could at the moment. I can’t chase after them with my outfit like it was; I would either run the risk of tripping over my pants or just running half naked.

So, with a frustrated sigh, I resign myself to find a way to keep my pants up…at least, until I can get to the clothing section and get myself something more fitting for my current age. But, as I struggle to keep my pants around my waist, one thought kept popping into my mind, one that I couldn’t help but voice softly.

“Boys…they can be so immature sometimes.”

 

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