Hi everyone! Tody Kate tell her story about how my dad made a real super soldier out of her, just an ordinary girl. "It all started when I was 5. My mum was ill. I don't even remember for how long. Most of the time, she stayed in bed, because she felt hurt even breathing. So I tried as hard as I could to help her. We had a nurse for mum who was engaged when it was really difficult for her. Dad also helped, but only on weekends and for a couple of hours in the evening. He's a military man. So he had a contract. He's obliged to live in the barracks and raise soldiers.
And when I was 5, almost on my birthday, mum died. She just fell asleep in the evening after a handful of pills. And in the morning, she just didn't wake up. Dad and I were left alone. We cried, buried mum and started to think how to live on. Well, the thing was dad needed to work. But he couldn't leave me alone. The laws are very strict. I'd immediately be taken away for custody. And there were no money for a nanny.
Anyway, I promised to be a good girl. So dad agreed for us to move to the military dormitory, to the barracks. We decided to rent our apartment and save money for my college. We got lucky. So, there were some people to look after me. And the money came. But a little girl staying with men of different ages… well, not the best option.
First, dad used to communicate with guys. So, he had no idea of what to do with me. The things started with pigtails. Dad tried a couple of times, then asked the nurse to do that. Later, he just took the razor and shaved my head. So, in the morning, you don't need to spend so much time for that. And I liked my new hairstyle.
And second, those who lived in the military units will understand. My vocabulary was greatly enriched by a huge number of curses. But that's half the trouble. While I was little, nobody touched me. Though I had nobody to play with. But when I grew up, I quickly realised in the men’s world, I must learn to stand for myself.
Since I turned 7, I started working out with the soldiers under my dad's command. It's clear nobody was going to train me like them. But I was kinda severe. So, even the kindly jokes from the soldiers made me furious. Well, the soldiers were changed every three months, but the jokes were the same... Anyway, at10, I'd beat 18-year-old guys. Of course, it wasn't about the force. But nobody was going to fight with me. And I didn't want to disappoint dad. So I tried very hard.
Of course, I went to an ordinary school, talked to other teenagers like me… but I didn't talk to the girls. I just didn't understand them. But I understood the boys. There was a lot to talk about. But they all wondered how a thin girl would easily beat them in the PE lessons. And nothing hurts a boy's self-esteem more than a girl's superiority in typically mannish things. Anyway, I didn't make any friends.
I looked like a typical tomboy. I was always shaved like a boy. I wore army pants with lots of pockets and stretched T-shirts. I was so comfortable in them. Well, and so I behaved. I cursed brilliantly. I'd even punch the light out if I didn't like something. At first, dad didn't bother. It was easier for him to find a common language with me.
But when I was 15, dad looked at me and scratched his head. Instead of a cute curly-haired girl, he saw one of his soldiers. And I was standing straight, moving like an army man, doing regular combat exercises.
Yes, I started practising combat self-defense when I got enough muscles. Combat self-defense isn't boxing. We are taught not to achieve some score in sparring, but to kill the rivals. Well, the body gets used to this in the right rhythm. No wonder they say a good fighter can be recognized by his physics. Of course, if you get what I'm saying…
Anyway, dad rushed to re-educate me. With the same rhythm as before. As usual, I obeyed him. But I couldn't get why I needed it. And then, I fell in love.
They say first love's the most terrible event in a girl's life. Well, that's about how I felt. I suddenly became aware of my excessive muscularity and that I couldn't make eyes to anyone. Frankly speaking, my classmates thought I was a lesbian ‘cause of my looks. And I just laughed at them. Now, it came back.
The boy didn't even look at me. He looked into the big eyes and into a decent low-necked dress of our class first beauty. I just didn't know how to show him my feelings. Once we were together in a sparring set. I wanted to lose the game. But a berserk mode turned on in me. So I won. Even twice. After this fiasco, he even started to avoid me. How come the girl won?".
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