Michael Alan - From Virgin to He-Whore - The Butterfly Effect

I also purposely repeated the frivolity to a group of my female colleagues, nuns and lay staff, in another corner of the court, which raised a few eyebrows and ever-widening smirks from them. What I later discovered, was that with all my rushing around the court, my jocks had become quite wet with sweat and were VERY transparent. My ‘tackle’ became very obvious and ‘eye to eye’ with all these females, giving me a little more exposure than I had planned.

My opponent tried her best to ignore the distractions I was causing in the crowd, but I think it became too much for her and she happily admitted defeat as the bell sounded the end to the lunch hour.

At the end of the match we received a standing ovation from everyone. As I passed each giggling mass of girls, on my way to the change rooms, they’d laugh and some would cheekily lift my skirt in a roll-reversal of what in the following decades would perversely be labeled as sexist and offensive behaviour.

My tennis opponent, Karen and I had to share the change rooms after our match and as we walked together I checked to see if she was comfortable for me to change with her. She was a very mature young woman. She answered nonchalantly, “Yes, of course sir,” and told me that on the satellite tennis circuit changing facilities were often basic and shared. As she removed her skirt, I hadn’t previously noticed that she hadn’t been wearing knickers during our match and it intrigued me that this hadn’t raised a single comment from our gallery. Karen, was one of my senior students and we joked together about the teasing I got as we changed and showered together in the communal facilities after our tennis match. There was absolutely no awkwardness in our shared nudity. I had regularly shared showering facilities with women at many nudist venues, so this wasn’t an unusual situation for me and apparently neither was it for Karen.

This became a ‘normal’ experience for me. I often rode my bicycle to work to avoid the Sydney city peak hour traffic. When I got to work, I’d shower and change in the girls’ change rooms. Of a morning, before school started, I’d regularly encounter girls coming and going to the adjoining toilets as I dressed ready for work. No one ever seemed embarrassed if I happened to be in a state of undress while they came and went through the change rooms. I became as accustomed to the tuneful echoes of toilet bowl tinkles from girls peeing, as the girls did to my showering routine.

My tennis opponent, Karen didn’t appreciate the immense potential in earnings for female tennis players that was unfolding around the world at the time. It was the era of Billie Jean King and her success in getting equal tournament prizemoney for females. I regularly tried to encourage her to explore her potential as a tennis player, but unfortunately she never did.

The ‘exhibition’ match was so popular that I was asked to play a tennis challenge every term. It became a programmed entertainment on the school calendar also attracting many of the non-teaching nuns from the convent.

During a casual staffroom discussion with a couple of my female colleagues, I was asked why I chose to wear jocks during the tennis challenge? At first I misinterpreted their query to question my choice of a bright colour for my jocks. However, it was apparent that there was genuine surprise, “It would have been much funnier if you hadn’t worn jocks at all! It’s pretty much a school tradition.” I was told. I looked at them a bit askance with a quizzical smile, until I realised they were genuinely serious.

During one of my chats with Sister Mary, I put the scenario to her. She confirmed there would not have been an issue with me playing without undies. I was to learn she was mentoring me for a much bigger challenge and hoping I’d pass each step along the way.

So, for the mid-year tennis challenge match that year, I did just that and went without jocks! However, I did choose a longer ‘skirt’ for some decorum and to fully cover my dangling dick!

And what a hoot, it was!

There wasn’t a dry eye amongst the VERY large crowd of female spectators – students, staff and convent nuns, from laughing so much. In hindsight, I can imagine how intriguing and amusing the quick flash from under my ‘school tunic’ of my bouncing bounty and bare bum would have looked to female spectators. I was fully aware that the lower length of my cock was exposed as I ran around. Girls would point at laugh as they caught a glimpse of the head of my cock bobbling around from under my skirt. Every eye turned in my direction when it was my turn to serve and my whole package became exposed.

Although this ‘uniform’ became my usual outfit for these triannual events, the comicality never wore off and was always greeted with much mirth and good-humoured comments.

Just prior to the Christmas holidays, in the heat of summer and the final term match I played with just a Santa hat, white beard and a ‘Free Willy’ under a Ms Claus skirt. After the game, I moved amongst the spectators with a Santa sack over my shoulders throwing lollies into the crowd. I broke up when a girl anonymously shouted, ‘Hey, Santa, can I hold your sack?” I know I shouldn’t have laughed at this suggestive comment, but it did tickle my ‘funny’ bone and caused great mirth amongst the milling throng of females with naughty minds.

The lesson learnt from this experience was that my risqué fun was fully accepted and even encouraged in this all-female environment. By the end of my first year of teaching at the college, I was totally at ease with my role as teacher, colleague and ‘token male’ in the college environment. I had become completely accepted into the college culture. The ‘staus quo’ in regards to capricious genital exposure from students continued, regardless of my presence.

In my second year of teaching I was appointed the Year Eight Pastoral Care Coordinator, in addition to my other teaching duties. This involved counseling girls in distress or with personal health, home or study problems. I had studied psychology in my first degree, so had academic proficiency for the role.

During the early years of my employment and at her request, Sister Mary and I would occasional meet for private conversations, discussing various issues such as intimacy with students, nudity and my beliefs. As the first male ever employed at the college, she was ensuring there was clarity in the role she had planned for me in the college. There were many changes happening in the Roman Catholic ethos and in particular, in their educational institutions. Up to this point all secondary Catholic schools were single sex colleges and girls’ colleges were exclusively female staffed with most staff from the religious orders. However, just as in every secondary school throughout the nation there was a huge dearth in Mathematic trained teachers and particularly few female Mathematics teachers.

She had made it perfectly clear in our irregular chats just where the bounds existed when it came to contact between myself and students and would often quiz me on my responses to both real and suggested interactions. She also seemed fully aware of the many temptations that had been put to me from teenage girls high on adolescent hormonal energy.

I can still clearly remember the day she made a point of complimenting me on my moral stance in all these situations. She revealed that she had heard that many of ‘my girls’ had utmost trust in me and would often confide in me their personal issues. This wonderful compliment from Sister Mary further enhanced my resolve to treat all my students with respect and consideration and protect them from any emotional situation they might not have the maturity to deal with.