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Andy by Transbonder, translated by Leah from the German
NINE
As it sank in that I'd probably have to wear a skirt to school
tomorrow, I was reaching the end of my endurance. I fought back the
tears - and lost. Sobbing I stood in front of Mom, who pushed me down
onto the kitchen bench.
"Now, now, Little One, it's not that bad yet."
"Y- y- yes it is!" I stammered as clearly as I could.
"No, it is not," said Mom, and moved her hand across my thigh. I had
just let myself fall and the dress had slipped up.
"Just look at these tights," I bawled.
"They're nice tights, and they match your dress beautifully."
Somewhere in the far reaches of my consciousness it was clear to me
that that was not the information that I wanted to hear. But in this
moment I only heard the calming voice of my mom.
With a sudden impulse I embraced her. She patted me lightly on my back.
"It'll be OK, Sweetheart. Everything will work out."
Right then I even believed it. Slowly I quieted down, my spasms went
away.
Somewhat more calmly I asked with swollen eyes, "Just what will I do?"
"We'll find a pair of pants for you. There are still the jeans that I
brought home."
"But those are girl jeans."
"Take it easy now. Try them on, and then we'll see what we've got."
Mom got the jeans, while I got a new handerchief.
"Take your dress off."
Obediently I followed her wishes and took it off, and put the jeans on.
I looked down at myself. They looked just like everyday normal jeans.
"Look at them. They look completely normal."
"Yes, but the embroidery on the butt!" I laid my hand back there, about
where it had to be.
"If you put on a pullover, then no one will see it."
"But you always see that when girls wear it."
"They're wearing other things. There are shirts and sweaters which are
shorter, so that people can see their figures better. I'll go fetch one
so you can see it for yourself."
Mom went away again, and now it felt super painful that I had just
bawled like a girl.
She came back with the sweater bearing the horse motif. It was actually
long enough, extended at least two inches down over the embroidery.
"See. All the excitement was unnecessary."
I nodded ashamed.
"I'll ask Moni if she has more jeans. After all it's her fault that
your things are gone."
"Moni." Then something else occurred to me. But I needed a suitable
story - and fast. "Uh, could you ask her for one more thing, please?"
"Yes?"
"A girl friend at school needs something for her little sister. She -
she doesn't have much money, her father is out of work. And the little
girl would like so much to get something especially nice to wear for
Christmas." Christmas wasn't so far away any more. The low temperatures
were a clear sign of that.
"And instead of asking Moni for compensation for your losses, you're
thinking of someone who has even greater need? Andrea, you make me
happy. Everyone should be like this, then our world would be a better
place." She hugged me.
Wait a sec, compensation? What did I just talk myself into?
"I'll talk to her right away. What were you thinking of?"
"The pink dress, that I had on Saturday? Then both of them could wear
the same thing. My dress is probably a good fit for her."
"A terrific idea. You'd never wear it again anyway. Although-" A broad
smirk lay across her face. "You looked very cute in that. I'd really
have liked to see you in it one more time."
"Honest? If you find that such a treat, then I'll put it on one more
time before we give it away." Put the dress on one more time briefly,
and that'll bring in lots and lots of brownie points. No problem.
"Oh, Andrea, you are a treasure. Then you can be my little girl for the
weekend."
Weekend? Well, I talked my way into that, didn't I? Still another
weekend in little girl stuff. Oh, man! I'm losing my mind!
"In return we'll furnish your little friend a complete outfit. So that
the two sisters are dressed identically. Little girls like that. Do you
know the sizes?"
I'd handled Mark's clothing enough and therefore knew the sizes. "And
the shoe size?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Ask and tell it to me
tomorrow, OK?" Then she went to the telephone, probably to call Moni.
What a day! I ripped my only pair of pants, have to wear girls' jeans
to school tomorrow, and then spend the weekend in dresses so sweet you
need insulin just so Mark gets a dress that he'll probably never put
on.
Great. And today wasn't even the thirteenth.
##
Next morning I went to school in a highly nervous state. I was wearing
girls' jeans. And not just that, but everything was girl clothing. The
underwear and the tights were really cutesy, since I was nearing the
end of my supply. It was urgent that Mom do some washing soon. These
things were ones that I'd not wanted to wear before. I was anxious
about what the others were going to say about the horse on my chest.
With any luck nothing.
What I really didn't need was any fighting. Not that that happened a
lot, but it did occur. On the other hand, it probably wouldn't last
long because my opponents couldn't fight for laughing. And then I
couldn't attend this school any more.
Biene said nothing about my sweater. But as she, like she always did,
shoved her hand up underneath, I made sure that I was standing with my
back against the wall. Otherwise the embroidery was sure to be seen.
Actually strange, I thought later. Here I go every day in a skirt to
Mrs. Weber's and now I'm afraid of a bit of embroidery.
Not that that made me any less nervous.
##
I'd surely never before pulled my sweater down so much. Once I had seen
a girl in a dress that was too short pull it down constantly. Now I
could understand that very well.
But I managed to put school behind me without incidents. I thought.
However, there were several who had seen the embroidery. Most of them
didn't think any more about it. But one girl looked a little more
closely. The embroidery, the motif on the sweater, the straps of the
cami which faintly showed through and were very narrow, the shoes - now
was this a girl who wanted to look like a boy? At any rate the hair was
short and was cut like a boy's. But the face seemed familiar to her.
She must have seen someone who looked like that on the street. But that
person had certainly been a girl. Her sister maybe? Next opportunity
she'd look closer.
##
In spite of the cold, today I changed tights in the garden house. I
didn't want to be amusement for Mrs. Weber again. Even if Mark was
guaranteed to like it. The more colorful the better. And these tights
were colorful. Very much so. The dark blue Svenja had laid out for me
was a blessing compared to the others. In addition there was a pleated
skirt. A modern one that really looked good. It was also quite short.
But that went perfectly with my boots.
I had brought along from home the shirt with the bolero jacket. Mom
probably wouldn't notice that -- I hoped. If she did, I'd have to
figure out a way out, say, that I wanted to give it to Biene. Something
that I wouldn't do. Biene was lovely and dear, but that piece was for
me alone.
I'd also thought of bringing scissors - to cut the ribbons from my
braids.
##
Mrs. Weber was in a hurry and was out the door shortly after I arrived.
Right away Mark assailed me. "Did you bring me a dress?"
Ho, ho. He really wanted to do this. I'd boned up about this on the
internet, and learned that little boys are like this rather frequently,
but I didn't want to deceive his mother. I liked her and didn't want
our good relationship to be affected if Mark blabbed.
If he had been older - perhaps. No, I thought, grinning to myself, a
boy ought to be as old as I before he secretly wears girl clothing.
As always Lena slept after her baby bottle, and Mark looked as though
he, too, couldn't keep his eyes open much longer. The right time for my
homework.
I'd scarcely started it, when she became restless. Was the diaper
already wet again? No, everything OK there. She just didn't want to be
alone. I put on the carrying cloth, and Lena was very satisfied being
against my belly.
A second try at the homework. Mark hadn't fallen asleep after all. He
sat next to me. Slowly his head got heavier and heavier and landed
directly against my chest.
When children sleep, then almost nothing can disturb them. With both
children pressing against me I finally was able to do my homework.
"Have I ever said before that you'll be a wonderful mother?" said a
voice directly next to me. Mrs. Weber had come in and I hadn't noticed
inasmuch as I'd been concentrating.
"Hi," I said smiling.
"Difficult assignments?"
"Math," I answered as though that explained everything.
"Oh, that was always my nightmare."
I was good in math, but I didn't think she wanted to hear that.
Since she was home unexpectedly early, it strengthened my resolve that
it was not a good idea to put Mark in a dress without her knowledge.
"I need to talk with you about Mark." Oh man, didn't that sound great!
As though he had eaten something up.
And she looked at me immediately worried. "What's wrong with him?"
"Nothing. I said that wrong. He wants something from me, and first I
must have your permission."
She relaxed visibly. "He can really give you a rough time, right?"
"Only once in a great while. For the most part he is really well
behaved." That went down with her smoothly like oil. "He's constantly
complimenting my clothing."
"Oh. I think I understand, what this is about. He'd like a dress?"
"Yes."
"I've tried to explain it to him. But he's still too small to
understand."
"Right. I've searched on Google and read that many boys at his age want
that."
"Really? It's a relief to hear that."
"You don't need to worry. Little boys are like that."
"And what do others do in this type of situation?"
"Oh, there are as many opinions as there are grains of sand on the
seashore. My opinion is, that it's OK to let him have his way."
"Let him dress as a girl?"
"Yes. It's like the cherries in the neighbor's garden: Tempting only so
long as they are forbidden."
"I understand what you are saying. As soon as he's done it, he'll no
longer be interested. And anything else you do, he'll be whining until
you can't stand it any more."
"Exactly."
"Then I'll buy him something."
"It's not that simple. He would like to dress like I do."
"Well, then I'll buy two outfits."
Great. And I still have to dress in little girl clothing for the
weekend, when it could have been so much more simple. But now it was
too late.
"Isn't necessary. I have a dress that will fit him perfectly. And
honestly I can't stand it. I asked a lady friend of my mom, and she can
provide the same dress in his size."
"Something like yesterday?"
"Worse."
"Oh. Then I'm eager to see it. I'll take that day off."
What was actually wrong so that the whole world wanted to see me in
this dress? One more day in this dress. The weekend wasn't enough
either. And all this because of the little rascal.
"Maybe you should come in a little later."
"I understand. Because I had talked him out of dresses."
"Right. Otherwise he won't understand what's happening."
And so it was agreed. Mark and I would wear pink dresses. That is, if
Mom got one in his size.
Again and again I asked myself what it was that I'd gotten myself into.
Neither Biene nor Svenja wore such things, and they were girls.
At least for the moment I was wearing something sensible.
##
At home Mom was waiting for me, beaming from ear to ear. "I have gotten
everything for your girl friend. And two pairs of pants for you."
"Girls' pants?"
"Yes, but they look good."
One was in fact completely normal. No embroidery or anything like that.
Like my jeans. It was just that they were red. The others were OK, too.
They had embroidery, but only on the pants pockets and nothing of a
floral pattern. There was some kind of a symbol, could have come from a
manga story.
I put them both on. Not a perfect fit, but good enough. Once again I
had something to wear.
"And after Christmas I'll buy you some new things to wear. Before that
it can't happen, sorry."
"It's OK, Mom. I'm in the clear with the two new pairs of pants. Today
no one looked twice at my sweater."
"And what about the pants?"
"Didn't attract anyone's attention."
"Wonderful. Here are the things for your friend." I saw a dress just
like the one I had worn Saturday. Only smaller. That reminded me that I
had to wear it even more often.
"I even have lingerie. One set for your friend and one for her sister."
Two packages of very pink lingerie were placed on the table. Guaranteed
that Mark would be enthusiastic. "And a package for you."
Oh no, what joy! That really meant two packages for me.
But there was more. "Moni was happy to get rid of these." She showed me
tights. "Each pack has four. Two from Disney and two from Barbie." And
that's exactly what they looked like. She divided them. One pack for my
non-existent girl friend, one for Mark and one for me. Great! Eight
pairs of tights for me, ones I never wanted to wear. Unfortunately I
was positive that I couldn't avoid doing so. Hopefully it could be
limited to this weekend and the day at Mrs. Weber's.
How many pairs of tights did I have now? Presumably more than Biene and
Svenja had worn in their lives. No, probably not that many. But too
many. And I didn't have a single pair of socks. Well, that would change
after Christmas. I hoped that wasn't also the end for my jeans dresses.
Perhaps I could save them at Svenja's. Even if I would miss being able
to wear them at home.
Hmm, maybe I'd better wish to get no new clothing for myself. It all
had its advantages - and disadvantages.
Mom asked me about the shoe size, and I'd not forgotten. Mark would get
a pair of sweet shoes.
I now had enough jeans, some of which I was still wearing. I took the
whole mess up to my room and began searching for my leotards.
The colorful tights looked good under the leotards. I stretched out on
the couch and tried not even to think of sitting here again in pants. I
could accept wearing pink dresses now and then. I got to wear the nice
things while babysitting.
##
The week passed quickly without anything special having taken place.
Christmas was approaching, and the hubbub was getting on my nerves. And
the music everywhere, too.
It was Saturday, and like always I had slept my fill. Next came the
disagreeable part. But a bad mood didn't help anything and so I went to
Mom without a frown so she could zip up the dress for me and tie the
bow.
Why was girl clothing so impractical? All closures were in back, for
blouses, dresses and bras. And far from seldom, often just where you
needed help dressing and undressing.
Like this dress. Without help I'd never get it off.
I don't know why Mom wanted to see me like this. I appeared rather
silly to myself. But she looked at me again with this strange facial
expression.
After some time I had gotten used to my dresses. Today was different
than last week: I was wearing the dress voluntarily, it wasn't a
punishment. And I was under no stress, everything was peaceful.
All this changed my perspective. Really, everything I was wearing was
extremely cute. As long as no one saw me, I could act as though I were
a little girl.
Mom noticed that. "Well, what makes you so happy all at once?"
"Oh, I was just imagining I was a little girl. And suddenly I
discovered the dress wasn't so bad any more."
"Yes, little girls love such clothing." And little boys, too, I thought
to myself. "Should I make you a bit more into a little girl? Say, fix
your hair?"
I recalled how nice it felt, when Mom had worked with my hair the last
time. "Oh, yes!" I said with so much enthusiasm that Mom looked at me
in surprise.
"Good, my daughter. Fetch a cushion and get comfortable in front of the
couch so I can reach your head easily."
Someplace Mom had found a doll, which I now had in my lap. "Don't leave
her alone a single moment, she is now your child." I had to smile,
since I had a real baby every day. But the doll didn't cry and had no
stinking diapers. This was definitely more agreeable.
And then, too, I enjoyed Mom arranging my hair. I wished heartily that
it were longer. And that I really was a girl. Then Mom could do my hair
even more often...
After a short time she stopped. "I have to get something." She came
back with a small box. She opened it and I saw two pigtails. I looked
at her questioning what she had in mind.
"These were my braids. A long time ago when I was a young girl. Then I
thought I had to be grown up and cut them off." She sighed.
"And then you regretted it?" I concluded.
"Yes. Precisely in the moment when I saw them cut off before my eyes.
My mother had urged me not to do it, but I knew better of course."
"And why are you showing them to me now?"
"Your hair is terribly short, and we have the same hair color, so I can
play with things a bit."
"With your hair? Are you sure?"
"Oh, that's a dusty old memory. I don't know how long they've lain
around here."
She really made a job of it. Again and again she took a strand of hair
and wove it with my hair. After a long, long time I had two real
pigtails. No wig, just genuine hair.
But even after that things went on for a considerable time. Make-up,
nail polish, earrings. Even perfume.
I enjoyed it. It was wonderful to be so cared for. And when finally a
little girl looked out from the mirror at me, I found it all fantastic.
I had dreaded the weekend, and now I didn't want it to come to an end.
Mom grinned whenever I played with the doll like a little girl.
Then the doorbell rang. Who could it be? Probably a neighbor. I walked
over to the side so that no one would see me by accident.
But then Mom let a man and a woman in. I panicked. They would see me!
And there was no escape.
"Andrea?" Mom called. I was as though paralyzed. Mom took me by the
hand and led me against my will to the people. There I stood dressed
like a little girl in front of strangers. I'd liked to have died. But I
was too paralyzed even for that.
"Andrea, this is my step-brother Felix. And his wife Mia."
I'd never heard of either of them. The politeness I'd absorbed growing
up enabled me to automatically stick out my hand. Oops, I still was
holding the doll. Quickly I took her in my other hand and shook hands
with both of the strangers.
"She's tall for her age," the woman stated.
"She's not quite as young as she looks," Mom answered. Would she tell
them that I was her teenaged son?
"But she still loves to play with dolls. And the dress, that's sooo
sweet."
"Yes, it's her favorite," said Mom. Only I noticed how the corners of
her mouth twitched.
"What brings you here?" she continued.
"We were in the area and I thought, I might visit my sister."
I could read from Mom's lips that she wanted to say "step-sister." But
it remained unspoken.
Instead of that she said, "I'm sorry, I'm completely unprepared and can
offer you nothing."
That was a grade A-one lie. She apparently didn't like her step-
brother.
"No problem. I wanted to invite you, eh -- the two of you."
##
I'd never even thought about going outside in this get-up. And yet I
stood now on the street in the bright light of day. I hoped no neighbor
would see us.
At least my jacket covered a part of my dress. And that's what bothered
Mia. "Don't you have another jacket?"
"No. Jackets are expensive."
Mia looked at Mom in reproach. "The child needs a suitable jacket."
Felix appeared to be well trained. "No problem, darling. The stores are
still open."
And so I got a pretty girls' jacket. No, I don't mean that ironically.
The jacket was really beautiful. For a girl. I had had to try on about
a thousand, and then avoid the really bad ones.
As I said, I liked the jacket, even if there was a bunch of pink in it.
But a dark pink. I think what drew me to it was the fluffy, soft fur
trimming. I just couldn't resist fluffy.
Not long thereafter I also wore a matched set of cap, gloves and scarf.
Pink naturally. Bright pink.
Felix looked unhappy and pulled out his credit card. I couldn't get
involved in the whole process too deeply because I was busy keeping an
eye out for familiar faces. An unfounded fear because even good friends
would not recognize me. That was clear to me next day. But not now.
I'd looked pleadingly at Mom any number of times, but she apparently
found the whole thing funny. Not my pleading, but the shopping tour. If
only we'd at least have bought some pants.
Mia's shopping gene had by now assumed complete control. She was a
woman in a mood, and I was the object of her efforts. Apparently she
had no daughter and had to compete now. I resigned myself to my fate,
oohed and aahed, where Mom demanded with appropriate glances and was
happy about Felix's face, whenever he once again pulled out his credit
card.
Finally the torment ended in a restaurant. By now I was really hungry
and stupefied enough that even the waiter who addressed me as
"Princess" was beyond my caring.
After the meal we all chatted a little, then the two of them left.
After the stress put on his credit card, Felix is probably not likely
to show up again so quickly.
##
Only after we got home did Mom begin to laugh. After a short time I
couldn't help myself and joined her.
"I can't comprehend it. They believed that my son is a little girl, a
bit tall for her age. How stupid can people be?"
And so it went until all the laughing got to us and we had to stop.
Then we inspected the purchases. Two dresses, a festive set of skirt,
blouse and weskit. A complete school girl uniform in which Mia had been
totally infatuated. Perhaps she had always wanted to go to a school
like that. I think that was the most expensive piece. But the two pairs
of shoes hadn't been cheap either. Together a four digit number for
sure.
"Mom, what'll I do with all these things?"
"Wear them, what else?"
"But I'm not a girl."
"Have you glanced in the mirror today?"
"Mom!!!"
"Don't 'Mom' me. It's not my fault."
"But..."
"But nothing. It was all given to you. And it would really be a shame
to throw away these expensive things."
"Yes, but when am I supposed to wear them?"
"In a week vacation will be here. Then you could be my daughter for
three weeks.** What do you think?"
If someone had told me about this idea just a short time ago, I'd
written him off as nutty as a fruitcake. Now I myself didn't even know
exactly how many dresses and skirts I owned. And she suggests that I
should spend the whole vacation as a girl, as her daughter.
Unbelievable.
"I'll do it, Mom."
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**German winter vacation, which includes Christmas (the 25th & 26th are
known as the first and second days of Christmas) are a little lengthy
so that families (and school classes sometimes) can spend a week skiing
at one of the numerous mountain resorts dotted over much of Central
Europe.
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