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Andy by Transbonder, translated by Leah from the German
FOUR
My wig with its braids caused the eye to follow right up to my ears. I
couldn't understand how conspicuous the two tiny studs were. And the
crystal glistened brightly. Despite the fact that it was barely visible,
just a fraction of a millimeter in size. How can such a tiny object
sparkle so much?
The necklace didn't bother me, because I could remove it again with no
problems. The worst thing was that I liked it so much. If that somehow
makes sense.
I went to Mrs. Weber in the kitchen and sat down with her. I saw how her
glance took in my new jewelry.
What had she done? She had meant it so nicely and caused such large
problems. I was very close to crying. In fact, one tear did roll down my
cheek. I only noticed it when Mrs. Weber wiped it away with her finger.
"A tear?" she asked softly. "I hope it is a tear of joy. You've just
been with me for a short time, but nevertheless my children have taken
you to their hearts. And I have, too. I wanted to thank you with the
jewelry for your interest and your pleasant nature. You have always done
more than was necessary. I hope that you are always such a lovely
person."
I had to concentrate strongly to hold back any more tears. If only she
weren't so nice! I could simply throw away the jewelry, and the two
holes would quickly heal over. But this jewelry couldn't be thrown away.
First, because it was not a piece of cheap costume jewelry. And then,
because it meant too much to me. What was I supposed to do?
My feelings were at war with each other. I was quite exhausted, as
though I had worked physically for several hours. The worst was that I
couldn't think clearly.
"You need to fix your make-up. Don't you use water resistant?"
Oh no, I thought, the next problem. I'd forgotten to buy new make-up.
And naturally I wasn't familiar with it, despite being able to apply it
better than Biene. Where was I going to get the money for that? It
seemed the longer I worked, the more I was in the red.
"My make-up is all gone. I forgot to buy anything new."
"You poor thing. I can understand that. First school, then to me;
there's not much time left. Just wait, I'll look and see what I have
left over."
While she was gone I couldn't do anything other than turn on the
waterworks, and I soon saw hazy black drops on the table. After several
moments I had calmed down and taken a papertowel to wipe away my tears.
The tissue gave evidence of waterbourne mascara and eyeliner.
Unbelievable how just a little make-up could produce so much black color
on the tissue.
I had to have looked terrible. And even worse, it went through my head,
my feminine disguise was unraveling. My panic level soared. But the
elevated pouring out of adrenaline cleared my thoughts. First I had to
repair my make-up, and then deal with the other problems.
I heard Mrs. Weber rummaging among her accessories and used the time to
calm myself even more. When she returned, I was halfway composed.
"I have so many things that I never use. I believe some of it is
suitable for a young girl like you." With that she gave me a paper bag
filled with tubes and vials.
"Th-thank you," I stuttered. I could find no more words.
"So, go ahead into the bathroom and see whether you like these things."
In the bathroom I examined the contents of the bag. And there were
substantial contents. Some of them I couldn't even identify. I found
black mascara. Waterproof was written large.
I looked in the mirror. I looked like a raccoon. Even though I'd already
covered a tissue with black color. I cleaned my eyes and applied fresh
mascara. And eyeliner and eye shadow and eyebrow pencil. Andrea looked
back at me again. An improved Andrea, because this make-up was of
substantially higher quality.
I asked myself, how much the things in the bag had cost. The price was
printed on the mascara: 15.90?. And that was just for a single item. The
bag was worth a small fortune.
I walked back to Mrs. Weber.
She looked at me appreciatively. "You really are artistically gifted.
Few girls of your age can apply cosmetics so well."
At first I was so relieved that I blushed. At least no tears. "But these
things - that is simply too much. I cannot accept them."
"Poppycock. At my house it will just lie around, and with you it will
fulfill a good purpose. Whenever I see you so nicely made up, then I'll
be happy that I was able to contribute to it a little. OK, that's taken
care of. Let's move to another subject: What shall we have to eat?"
##
I had finished the meal preparations, and Mrs. Weber wasn't there right
then. I found my purse and took my cellphone out. I needed help today to
solve the problem with the earrings. I'd already thought of taking them
out on the way home. But what would become of the fresh ear piercings?
Tomorrow I had to have the studs in my ears again, otherwise Mrs. Weber
would be very disappointed. And I didn't at all want that to happen.
I called Biene. No one at home. That left Svenja. There was no one else
who could help me. "Hello," I heard her voice.
"Svenja, thank God. I have to see you after I'm done here."
"You sound really desperate. What's happened?"
"Can't tell you now. Can I come to your house?"
"Yes, I'm at home."
"OK, till then."
##
I stood in front of Svenja's house indecisively. I could see that her
parents were at home. What now? Change and go in as Andy? No, with the
ear studs that wouldn't work. I looked down at myself. Plenty of leg to
be seen, and a jeans mini-skirt. And the jacket that Biene had loaned
me. Could I go see Svenja like this?
I pulled myself together. There was no other way. I rang.
A woman answered. From the similarity quite obviously Svenja's mother.
"Good evening, I'd like to see Svenja." Oh man, I could've said that
better.
"And you are...?"
"Oh, excuse me. I am Andrea, a school friend of Svenja's. We have the
same classes."
"I see. Come in, I'll call Svenja."
Svenja's eyes grew wide when she saw me standing in my mini-skirt next
to her mother. In a jiffy we were in her room. "Your coming here as a
girl, that's gutsy. I hope there are no problems. If my mother figures
out that a boy is in my room..."
"No one can be allowed to find that out. There was no other way to do
this. I have a problem and don't know how to deal with it." Then I told
her the whole story.
"Your jewelry is really terrific. I don't have anything that neat. And
that's not costume jewelry?"
"No. Mrs. Weber believes I'm allergic to that."
"That must really be expensive. And when I look at the crystal...take
off your necklace a minute."
I fumbled with the tiny clasp and gave her the chain. She examined it
carefully, than took a magnifying glass. "It's written here 750, that is
18 carat gold. That is really valuable. And this crystal - it's not
rock-crystal. It sparkles too much for that. And the facets are so
even."
"You don't mean...?'
"Yep, I think, that is a small diamond. Although it's not very large,
it's not exactly cheap."
"I can't believe it."
"She must have really taken you into her heart to have given you
something so valuable."
My tears reappeared. This time without black coloring. Thanks to
waterproof make-up.
"Svenja, what am I going to do? I can't go home, and certainly not to
school. But tomorrow I can't go to Mrs. Weber's without the jewelry. I'm
finished."
"I can imagine worse than getting to wear such beautiful jewelry." When
she saw my look of impatience, she continued, "OK, OK, I understand the
problem. First you just can't take out the studs. The wound is very
fresh and it would crust over right away. Tomorrow you would never be
able to get them back in again."
After a moment she went on, "The solution is pretty simple. You have
merely have to wear other studs." She looked at me in triumph.
"Other studs? What kind of a solution is that? That doesn't change
anything!"
"Oh yes, it does. Even boys wear studs, just not little hearts. I must
still have a pair of plain ones."
She raked around in her jewelry case. "I knew that I still had them."
She held out two small silver studs. They were nothing more than tiny
cylinders of stainless steel. "I got these when I got my ears pierced."
I examined the studs carefully. They really were very plain. "You wore
something like this as a girl?"
"Yes, I absolutely wanted earrings, and Mom didn't. These were a
compromise."
Hmm, these little things really weren't very conspicuous. I felt new
hope beginning.
"It won't be easy, Andrea. Your piercings are brand new, and it will
hurt if you change the studs."
"Better a little discomfort than not being alive afterwards."
"Good, then let's disinfect them here. You have to be very careful,
otherwise you'll get an infection."
While she was busy doing that, I removed my studs. It did hurt. But it
was nothing in comparison to Svenja inserting the other studs. I would
have liked to scream. She was very, very careful, but it was no use. It
hurt a lot.
By the time the studs were finally installed, I had tears in my eyes
again. "How long will it be before the piercings have healed?"
"Until they are completely healed will be several weeks. But you
probably mean, how long will it last until you can change earrings
without problems. At least several days, maybe a week."
"A week?" In my earlobes the pain throbbed.
"Be brave, by tomorrow it won't be as bad as it was today."
I observed myself in the mirror. You could see that I was wearing
earrings. That wasn't to be avoided. But they were not very conspicuous,
just two small silver points. That could work.
"Svenja, many thanks. I have to go now if I don't want to have problems
with my mother."
"You can remove your make-up here. That'll work better than in the
garden house."
Oh man, because of all the concern about earrings I hadn't thought any
more about still being dressed as a girl. I had almost gone home this
way! It was already much too normal for me to wear a skirt.
##
Mom saw the earrings right away as though they were a meter in size.
"You've had your ears pierced?" she asked in a less than agreeable ton
of voice. "Without asking me?"
"Mom, it just happened. I didn't intend for..."
"What nonsense! No one simply gets their ears pierced. Sit down, I want
to know exactly how this happened."
The next hour was not pleasant. Mom was especially cross. Not because I
had earrings, she was pretty indifferent to that. But she did not
approve at all of getting a piercing without her permission. I had
emphatically impressed upon me that no further piercings were to show
up. Neither in the tongue nor in the bellybutton nor anywhere else. And
no tattoos!
Mom didn't understand that I had no interest at all in any of those
things. If it had been left up to me, I wouldn't have any holes in my
ears.
After she had talked off some of the annoyance from her soul, she became
milder. "Actually I ought to confiscate your studs and not allow you to
wear any."
I felt horrified. I couldn't do that to Mrs. Weber.
"I cannot understand why it is so important to wear earrings. After all
you're no girl!"
If Mom only knew!
##
By next morning my earlobes had calmed down. I looked at myself in the
mirror. Didn't look bad at all. I could easily imagine, even aside from
my adventures as a girl, wearing them. In this day and age there were
plenty of boys with earrings.
In school only Biene commented on the studs, no one else said anything.
What a relief that was. Something else that had gone right. I rotated
the studs from time to time, so that they remained movable. Later I
would have to change them, and I dreaded that already.
And so it was. In the garden house it was crowded, I had no mirror and
could barely move. Removing the studs was simple, thanks to my rotating
them, but the earrings really hurt when I put them in! Why couldn't I
just always leave the pretty things in.
While I waited for the pain to wear off, I thought about what I had just
wished. This charade was going too far, I was beginning to think like a
girl. Indecisively I grasped the lace teddy. After all I didn't want to
be a girl, I told myself. It's just a disguise. I began to change
clothing. In the cold little hut it wasn't exactly pleasant.
For that reason I found the thick, warm tights fantastic. Why would I
like these things so much, if I didn't want to be a girl?
What did Svenja lay out for me here? It looked like a uniform for school
girls. Something out of Harrry Potter. Gray pleated skirt almost down to
the knees and a simple white blouse beneath a vest of the same color as
the skirt. Since my tights were anthracite, the single speck of color
was the ready-tied red-yellow bow, which was worn around the neck with
an elastic.
Well, OK, I didn't want to have to go to school like that every day. Of
course I don't mean that as a boy, but rather if I were a girl. It was
much too much gray.
But there lay also another pair of tights. In a rather intensive red.
Could I wear them together? What the heck, I thought to myself,
anything's better than so much gray. In a jiffy my legs were enveloped
in a phosphorescent red. The color even matched my bow, I observed.
I had by now already been dressed as a girl so many times on the street,
but again and again I felt a nervous discomfort in my stomach. I wished
to myself that the weather weren't so good. Thick clouds, and best of
all fog, those were optimal. Instead the sun shone and my red legs
gleamed.
Mrs. Weber was taken by my outfit. Her first glance though wandered up
to my ears. "Does it still hurt?"
It did. The pain from changing the studs hadn't completely gone away.
"Yes, a little." The understatement of the century.
"That will soon be past. With them you look simply scrumptious.
Especially with your braids. Is that in fashion again?"
"Well, no. I do it just because it is practical. Because of the children
and for cooking."
"Good. But sometime you have to make an opportunity to show me your hair
loose. I'll bet you look really nice that way. I mean, not so very much
like a school girl."
But I was a school girl? Is that supposed to mean, a girl who goes to
school. Or just how did she mean that?
After she had left, Mark gave me a thorough greeting. Again I feared for
my balloons. This couldn't continue over the long haul. And the things
were uncomfortable over longer periods of time. I had to find something
better. And the problem with letting down my hair. I hoped she'd forget
that.
##
On the toilet, where I naturally sat to pee, I came up with a further
problem. In back my skirt was completely rumpled up. I had sat down just
as I did in other skirts, but that didn't work with the pleats. I tried
as well as it went to smooth things out with my hands.
I got dressed again and looked at myself in the mirror. With the red
pantyhose my outfit looked really good. Not at all little-girl-like. It
pleased me. Again. Quickly I turned away before the girl in me put on
even more airs.
When I sat down again in the kitchen, I smoothed my skirt out beneath
me. Good that I couldn't see myself. It was such a feminine gesture. And
it wasn't much better when I found myself playing with a pigtail while
lost in my thoughts.
In the next several hours the skirt-smoothing became so natural that I
was scarcely aware of it. Then Mark was a little wild, and I had to get
him to settle down.
"Huh, girls! Always just thinking about their clothes," he scolded.
I wasn't really that bad, was I?
##
Next day I spoke with Biene at school.
"And how's it going with babysitting?"
I glanced around me. No one within hearing. "It's just fine. Mrs. Weber
is terribly nice. And that is a problem."
"Being nice is a problem?"
"In unfortunate circumstances, yes. I don't have time to explain it.
Let's talk after school."
Biene was of course terribly curious. She didn't know the story yet. I
had told her something of the earrings yesterday, but I'd already
forgotten what I said then. In the presence of other students obviously
I couldn't tell the accurate story.
But I did that now. Biene could hardly believe it. "She bought you a
genuine gold chain with matching earrings? I can't believe it. Why
doesn't that happen to me? I just have cheap costume jewelry."
"What made her do it, I don't know either. She doesn't look upon it as
though it were as big a deal as we do."
"At any rate, I have to see it."
"Come later. When I'm finished with the children, we can do our homework
together. But don't let the cat out of the bag."
She grinned at me. "I think, I'll just call you Andrea from now on. Then
there will be no danger."
She couldn't say more, because I tickled her until she gasped for air.
##
Biene came in the afternoon as we had planned. Lena slept after she had
had her bottle, and Mark was watching something terribly important on
television. He was so glued to the set, that he didn't even greet Biene.
Biene could now take time to admire my jewelry. Today changing the studs
had gone better, the holes were healing.
"I'm envious," said Biene. "The chain is really very lovely."
"I picked it out."
"You?"
"Mrs. Weber asked me, what I would like..."
"And right away you chose an expensive chain."
"I had no idea that she would buy it for me. And at a jeweler there is
no cheap stuff."
She gave me back the necklace, and I put it on again. Then I checked on
Mark. He had fallen asleep during his important program. Great, then I
could converse undisturbed with Biene about something else.
"You know, Andrea, you really look one hundred percent like a typical
girl who babysits."
I was wearing what Svenja had laid out for me. I had no choice about
what I could put on. Except for the fact that every day I wanted to wear
Biene's jeans skirt. Actually an enticing idea.
Today I was wearing a jeans skirt, too, but it went to the knees and had
a bib. A little like work overalls, but instead of pants with a skirt.
The thing was practical inasmuch as it had pockets. Beneath that I wore
a white blouse, which was very decorative and acted as a contrast to the
basically plain skirt. The contrast let the whole appear in a very good
light.
"Yes, but I have a few problems. My balloons, for example. I'm always
afraid that they are going to burst. I've stuck them in socks, but that
will only make them moving easily back and forth. They've already almost
fallen out one time."
"I see. Hmm, what could a person do about that?"
"I've thought about it. I need something more stable, especially when I
carry Lena in front of my belly."
"In front of your belly?"
"Yes, I have a kind of carrying cloth." I fetched it and showed it to
her. "Very practial. I'm just afraid that Lena will perpetrate some kind
of mischief with my fake breasts. That's why I haven't used it any
more."
"You need genuine prosthetic breasts, like the ones for women who have
been operated on for breast cancer."
"Those are guaranteed to be sky-high expensive. And I already have too
many debts now for all my girl things. And even then I don't have enough
lingerie. Just two teddys, but they are ridiculously expensive."
"I didn't know that you wore teddys."
"Was Svenja's idea. That way my breasts stay in place better than with a
bra."
"Hmm, I have a teddy like that and don't like it. There's too much
fiddling around when I have to pee. If you like, you can have it.
However, you can't wear it with a blouse like this because it's made of
black lace."
"A teddy would really help me. At least I don't have any make-up
problems. This being a girl is unbelievably expensive. How do you manage
it?"
"Well, I get a lot of things that my mom buys. Just like you do as Andy.
But make-up is really expensive, especially the good stuff. And the
cheap things don't amount to anything, so that you look like a clown.
Why is it you don't have to worry about make-up? You need some every
day, right?"
"Mrs. Weber gave me some."
"She is really generous or is really taken with you. Or both. Maybe you
ought to ask her for some breast forms."
I gave her an irritated glance.
"I'll try to figure out what kind of solutions there are for you.
Without your having to work for a year."
That would be an absurdity, I thought to myself. I can't just work for
the purpose of looking like a girl and buying the necessaries for it.
What kind of sense would that make? After all, I didn't want to be a
girl. Absentmindedly I played with a pigtail. As soon as I became aware
of what I was doing, my next problem came to mind.
"There's still another problem. Mrs. Weber said she would like to see me
with my hair down."
"Oh, that's no problem at all," Biene replied. With a quick movement of
her hands she pulled off the clasps that held the plaits together and
loosened the braided hair with one finger. Suddenly I was surrounded by
long hair.
"That is just a normal wig," she explained. "Actually a rather good one,
otherwise you wouldn't look so natural with your pigtails. That's the
hard part."
"But now my hair will constantly be in my face," I lamented.
"You'll get used to that in a hurry. Just be careful when eating or
cooking that your hair doesn't get mixed into what you're doing."
"For some reason I really liked the pigtails better. Can you do them up
for me again?"
"That's too much work for me to do right now. But I can make you a
ponytail. I'd like to see how you look in one. It's really too bad that
you don't have long hair. You could wear it in school as a low
ponytail."
"I'd prefer that to a wig. For long stretches of time it's not exactly
comfortable. But unfortunately hair grows very slowly."
"At least you shouldn't cut it any more."
"Do you think I'll have this job that long?"
How long should I play being a girl? I hadn't actually given it much
thought. Well, going from what I already had invested, it would be some
time to make it pay off.
##
Those money thoughts wouldn't leave my mind when I headed for home by
way of Svenja's. On the spur of the moment I rang the doorbell. After
all, they already knew me as Andrea; I would have problems turning up
there as Andy.
After a short greeting Svenja's mom motioned me through to her room.
"Hi, Svenja," I said at the door.
"Hi, Andrea," she answered surprised. "New problems?"
"Not exactly."
"Have a seat. Wow, you look so different with the ponytail."
"That was Biene's idea. It's rather practical. And one of the reasons
why I have to talk with you."
"Having a problem with the wig?"
"No, and you are so generous to lend it to me. The main reason I'm here
is money. You haven't told me yet what all that has cost. And I actually
still need several things, for example lingerie. I'm slowly beginning to
ask myself whether I'm just working to get girl clothing."
She grinned at me. "That is a normal reason for you, isn't it?"
OK, the story that I'm a transvestite. I'd totally forgotten that. But
the way she just said it, made me uncertain what I was supposed to
think.
"But I need money for other things," I said. "That's the main reason I'm
working."
"No need to panic, Andrea. That package of clothing was astonishingly
cheap considering everything that was in it. I only paid 142 Euros for
it."
A gigantic relief went through my body. It wasn't a stone that felt from
my heart, but rather an entire mountain. I had multiplied the costs for
the teddy I had bought by the numerous items and had come up with a
monster number.
Svenja saw my relief. "The money for that you already earned last week."
"I was really afraid that it was considerably more. I bought a teddy and
it was downright expensive."
"Well, sexy lingerie costs a lot of money."
"But with a single teddy I couldn't get very far. I would need to put
something fresh on every day, but I couldn't wash clothes that often. I
can't hang lingerie up at home."
She giggled. "Yes, that would be something, if your mother were to find
lacy lingerie on the clothesline. And with a pair of nylons next to it."
"That's my next point. I don't know just what I have. I've tried on so
much that I've forgotten what it was. And I can't remember any
pantyhose."
"You can't because there weren't any included. The pantyhose are a
present from me."
"Present? Why'd you do that?"
"Well, my mom would like for me to wear skirts more often. But I'm not a
skirt-girl, I prefer pants. And so I scarcely use pantyhose, except when
it's awfully cold. But you," she threw a glance at my legs, "look so
cute in them. I wish that I had such slim legs."
"And I wish I had real breasts." Oops, what did I say? I tried to amend
it. "The balloons are really uncomfortable, and I'm always afraid that
they'll burst. Especially when I have Lena lying across my front."
"Lena in front of your belly? What's are you doing? I never did that."
"Mrs. Weber has a kind of carrying cloth that lets you carry Lena
supereasily across your stomach. And she is satisfied, because she can
see me."
"Oh, I understand. That with the breasts, only hormones can help there."
Surely she didn't mean that seriously?
"It can be done, but it takes a long time. You need realistic breast
forms."
"But that's probably terrifically expensive!"
"Not necessarily. Let's have a look at eBay." She turned on her computer
and surfed a bit till she found the right keyword. "Look, these here
aren't bad, and only 40 Euros. Let's look some more."
"That's not so bad. I'd figured it would cost a lot more."
"Well, breast forms from a doctor might well be very expensive. But
these here look good enough, at least they are worlds better than your
balloons."
After several visits we agreed on a pair for 59 Euros. They looked very
realistic and even had nipples.
"Now, since you'll now have a significant upper dimension, let's have a
look at lingerie. You don't need to worry about tights, I have enough;
this way at least they won't get thrown away. You'll even get them
washed, because Mom will think I'm wearing them. That will even make her
happy."
It wasn't so easy to find sensible teddys. Either they were for older
women or in the realm of the erotic. Finally we found an offering of
several 'mega sweet dessous' packages. The things fit young girls, but
weren't too drab and not too provocative. Nonetheless they were plenty
sexy.
Svenja talked me into ordering several packages, and I was nearly 100
Euros poorer. And she didn't think that was enough, because she was in a
buying frenzy. And the same for me to be honest about it, virtual
shopping with her was a lot of fun.
Soon I had another pair of boots. "Just look how reasonable they are.
Here in town you pay much more in the store. And boots are a must for
the winter."
I wanted a pair of sneakers, but Svenja advised against that. "You can
only wear them with pants. They don't go with skirts. But you need a
pair with something of a heel. That always looks good with a skirt. Not
as much in the case of the pumps that you were wearing."
After a long search we found a pair of shoes that I liked a lot. They
laced up, but had a fairly high chunky heel. "Super sweet," was Svenja's
evaluation.
Then I went home at last, and I had spent practically all my earnings
for this week. For girl clothes, shoes with high heels and breasts. Just
a week previously no one could have suggested that I'd do this. Just one
week, and I had a substantial wardrobe, one that any fashion aware girl
would have been proud of. And I definitely owned more skirts than pants.
What had I let myself in for? For someone who didn't really want to be a
girl, I was quite well equipped.
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