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Part 1
Chapter 1
I was numb thinking about what I was going to do, or should I say what my friend Lisa has talked me into doing. This was still my first season playing on the Professional Volleyball Tour and my partner and myself were still feeling ourselves out and hadn't had much success so far. We've only advanced past the first round once and our last tournament didn't go very well. Tanya, my partner, had a couple years more experience on the tour and was being very patient, but I knew if things stayed the way they were I'd be looking for a new partner next season, if I'm fortunate enough to play again at all. It really wasn't the losing that bothered her so much as the fact that we weren't getting any notice from the press or the promotions department and I think for Tanya she sometimes wanted the attention more than the victories.
She kept saying "Anna Kournikova never won a single tennis tournament, but she made millions in endorsements and is world famous. I would also love to have some product endorsements if only to so cover our expenses."
I can't say I'd mind making some money, but for me I do this because I love to play volleyball. I've been playing since I was 8 years old when my mother and I moved to southern California and my dream was always to play on the professional beach tour. Even though we had lost in my first few tourneys I've been living my dream and have had a blast, but the losing is getting to me because I want to win. I know though that I'm just a rookie and I need to grow before I can really raise my game. The one thing that Tanya and I do have in common though is a love for our fans. So far I've only signed a handful of autographs and most of those were for children who didn't know that I was still a nobody. While I don't need to be Misty May or Kerri Walsh who are followed everywhere they go, it would be nice to at least have the fans know who we were.
Who am I? My name is Carrie Treadwell and I'm 20 years old. Along with playing pro volleyball I also take college courses in my off time and a few correspondence courses during the season. I promised my mother before I joined the tour that I would at least get a BA so that I would have something to fall back on when I can no longer compete. I didn't have quite the volleyball build, which might have been why I struggled to keep up with some of the bigger and stronger women. I was tall like the rest at 5' 10" but although I was in excellent shape I was on the skinny side and sometimes lacked the strength of some of the other players. Also unlike most of the rest of the women I had a chest. I wasn't so much more than a B cup but compared to most of the other women that was large.
My lifelong friend Lisa and I both decided to major in Women's Studies, which is something I thought would be easy, I mean I am a woman after all, but it turns out it's not as easy as I thought it would be. What's worse though is that Lisa is so damn good at it, in fact without her help I probably would've had to drop out, she's so into it that she's basically become a full fledged feminist and preaches it constantly.
You'd think that would conflict with me being on the Beach Volleyball Circuit, but she saw it as a way to raise women's position in the male dominated world of sports. "We need to embrace our womanhood to the max level." she'd said on more than one occasion. "It just makes me sick that in the Middle East woman are forced to obey their husbands every wish, no matter how awful the task may be, not to mention they have to wear those heavy burqas that cover their whole bodies in that awful heat. I can't believe in this day and age that a woman is automatically considered a whore in some parts of the world, if she shows off the slightest bit of skin out in public. Doesn't it make you sick too Carrie?"
"Of course." I would always answer, which was somewhat truthful, I mean I'd hate to wear something like that in 100 degree heat. But to be honest I don't really think about that stuff that much, at least not as much as Lisa does. Usually I'm too busy worrying about the next tournament to think about how the Muslims live. Then just the other day, when the tour arrived in the bay area, Lisa drove up to meet me and have lunch, and during this lunch she decided to compare the plight of the Muslim women to beach volleyball.
"Could you imagine what would happen if your tour ever went to the Middle East?" she began. "Could you imagine the uproar at the thought of women playing sports in nothing but those small bikinis you guys wear? They would probably force you to play in burqas or risk getting arrested."
"Yeah that would suck." I replied as I was eating my salad. "Lucky for us the tour doesn't go there."
"It just blows my mind that the men would be able to play in their usual trunks while the women would have to cover themselves from head to toe. You'd have to run around and chase that ball while wearing those restrictive outfits. Could you imagine how hot and uncomfortable that would be?"
"Yeah that would suck." I repeated.
"Could you imagine playing any kind of sport in those things? You notice those countries never send a woman's team into the World Cup or the Olympics. I know I'm quite sure there was no Iranian team for beach volleyball in the last Summer Olympics, even though most of their country was covered with sand. It just angers me every time I think about it."
"Yeah I can see that." I said glibly. "But what can you do? We don't make the laws there."
"That's unfortunate but true." she agreed. "Unless Mohammed comes down from wherever he is and tells the men that women deserve equal rights nothing over there is going to change. At least you're lucky you get to play in that bikini uniform of yours so you can move around freely in the sand."
"Yeah I'm just so lucky." Actually the one thing I'm not that fond of about the game are the uniforms, personally I think they're too small to play in. My uniform is basically a blue bikini, which is fine I guess, but I don't see why it has to be so tiny. I'm actually one of the few women on the tour who has a more substantial chest, so the small top I wear makes them stand out more and after a few near-mishaps I always fear one of my boobs is going to pop out in the middle of a game. And I always have problems with my bottoms riding up my ass all the time. I mean at times they can be a real pain. If I had my way my top would cover a bit more, something similar to what Brandi Chastain wore when she threw off her jersey after scoring the winning goal in the World Cup (I still can't believe the fuss they made over that in the media, that thing was practically a tank top.) so that I could get better support and not feel as self conscience about my boobs falling out, plus I would make the bottoms more like shorts instead of a bikini, since there's less chance of it riding up on me. Until then though I'm so thrilled to be on the tour that I'll wear a clown outfit as long as I get to keep playing.
"You really do have a nice body Carrie." Lisa complimented. Something she does regularly. "You should be glad you live in a country where you can play a sport like this and wear the proper uniform."
"I'm blessed everyday." I appeased her and then noticed that Tanya had come down and we waved her over to join us.
"Whatchuall talking about." Tanya asked us as she sat down. "Ooo that salad looks good Carrie, I think I'll order one."
"We were just talking about how lucky you are that you don't live in the Middle East and would have to play in burqas." Lisa explained to her.
"Yeah that is cool." Tanya agreed. "I'd hate to have to live there and be married to some ugly brillowhead Arab with an ugly mustache and not be able to do my own thing."
"Yes and you get to wear bikinis here when you play too." Lisa added.
"Yeah too bad Carrie here doesn't really like that part." Tanya told her, which was supposed to be just between us but I guess Tanya didn't know that.
"You don't like that part?" Lisa repeated. "Since when have you not liked your uniform?"
"She says it's a little restrictive on her." Tanya answered for me. "Her bottoms rise up on her a lot and I think sometimes that it slows her down and I know she's always paranoid one of her tits is going to pop out."
"Really?" Lisa seemed very surprised to hear this. "You never told me this Carrie, how come?"
"I never thought it was that important." I replied not really wanting to talk about this.
"Not important?" Lisa said with raised eyebrows. "How can you tell me that's not important? How long have you felt this way?"
"Since the beginning." Tanya answered for me again. Jesus she needs to shut up.
"This whole time I've been telling you how lucky you are to be able to wear what you want and you don't actually like wearing the bikini? My God Carrie this is very important."
"It's not that big of deal." I tried to tell her hoping she'd drop this. "Everyone wears them and they don't really interfere with my game."
"I don't know about that." Tanya disagreed. "Both coach Didi and I have discussed that you don't move as fast in games as you do in practice when you wear your workout outfit. You just seem so uncomfortable out there some days."
Lisa seemed a bit upset. "I've noticed that too. All this time I thought it was just because you were either nervous or that you're a rookie, but now I think they're right, you're uncomfortable in your uniform."
"Maybe she should just play naked?" Tanya suggested. At the time I believe jokingly but unfortunately Lisa jumped all over that idea.
"That would be a great idea." Lisa shouted. "I know if we lived in Europe she would be able to play topless on most of the beaches there. I bet if she played without the uniform she'd move a whole lot quicker like we know she can."
"Oh good God. I can't play naked." I jumped in almost horrified at the thought.
"Why not?" Lisa asked. I couldn't believe how serious she sounded.