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Andy by Transbonder, translated by Leah from the German
THIRTEEN
Next morning I had a problem that only girls with more than overflowing
clothes closets have: What shall I wear?
Finally curiosity won out. I hadn't had the schoolgirl outfit on yet. It
was an authentic uniform like they still wear at boarding schools in
England. I drew on the nude-colored pantyhose, because matching kneesocks
belonged to the uniform. My first stockings in a long time; I hadn't
realized that I had any.
Then came blouse, skirt and weskit. And the cloth that was worn instead
of a cravat tied in a bow. It wasn't much different from what I had once
gotten from Svenja. Just more sublime by several light years. You could
see that at first glance.
In addition Svenja's had been gray and this one was in a neat red. A
respectable red but not a boring wine-red. It shimmered a little. Not
some cheap glossiness, but the shimmering of a specially fine material.
And the style also showed that it was something special. One of my few
skirts that was lined. It was clearly not for little children, but rather
for a girl of my age, or older. The blouse had darts for the breasts and
the vest had enough room.
Totally untypical for women I scarcely had any shoes. Altogether I
counted: the black Mary Janes, and now the white ones, too, which hadn't
been carted off with the dress. Then the deerskin boots with the pompoms.
The shoes that I had bought myself: the ballerina flats, the boots, the
laced shoes with high heels and the pumps. And the two pairs from Mia:
the blue slippers and the red leather boots, "for bad weather." I hadn't
had those on yet. They were simple boots for girls with a light wedge-
shaped sole.
That made nine pairs altogether. The only ones that seemed suitable were
the ballerinas. They didn't look bad either.
Someone could easily have printed my picture in the school's yearbook, I
looked one hundred percent like a schoolgirl. Standing in front of the
mirror I thought how nice it would probably be to go to school like this.
Every day.
Then I focused my thought on the basic problems. How could I deal with my
shortage of shoes. But then I decided that breakfast was more important.
##
"Wow! A schoolgirl in vacation," Mom greeted me.
"Sorry, I'll never wear this to school."
"That's really too bad. You genuinely look good in that. Perfect for your
age."
"Thanks, Mom. I like it a lot as well." For some inexplicable reason, I
assayed a curtsy, which fundamentally miscarried.
Naturally she immediately stated, "Oh, we will have to practice that a
bit more." As though I didn't already have enough to learn. "Before
breakfast at least try to produce a good curtsy. OK, incline your head
forward, spread out your skirt with your out-stretched hands. Place one
foot before the other. Bend your knees and bend your upper body slightly
toward the floor."
I did that.
"Hmm, not bad at all. Most girls can't even do it any more. But I think
that for you it is a good way to get you to move more like a girl. What
do you think of making a curtsy every time that I ask you to do
something? You don't have to, but if you say yes, it becomes obligatory."
I had to think. One, what I didn't want in any case was to be recognized
as a boy in girl clothing. Curtsying was after all only for little girls
unless you stood in front of crowned heads. Mom was always criticizing my
movements. Well, why not, I thought.
"OK, Mom, I'll do it."
"Good. But remember, it's not a game. Here at home I expect you to always
curtsy, under all circumstances. Any other place it is voluntary. Every
time when you forget or you don't do it right, you get a negative point.
With ten such points -- Hmm, what could we do in that case? Oh, yes, then
you'll spend a day in my brother's costume. First, you won't like that.
Whenever you get less than ten points in a day, you'll get a small reward
of my choosing. So, if you are agreed, then do a curtsy to confirm it."
I stood up and curtsyed.
"Good, then you can clean off the table."
I began to clear the dishes into the dishwasher.
"First negative point."
"I'm supposed to curtsy EVERY TIME? That's going to be maddingly often."
I hadn't thought of it like that.
"Yes, I expressed myself unmistakably."
By lunch I had five negative points. I really hadn't been aware of how
often Mom told me to do something.
##
"Tomorrow is Christmas Eve," Mom said. "In the evening we'll go to
church. Will your girlfriends want to come along?"
"I have no idea. Normally Biene doesn't go to church, and I don't know
about Svenja."
"Many people go to church at Christmas, who don't usually attend. Call
them up and ask them."
I got up and made my curtsy. This time no negative point.
Biene was glad that I called and asked whether she could come to my
house. She was bored. In a jiffy she was on her way.
The doorbell rang. "Please, answer that, Andrea." Curtsy.
I opened the door and let Biene in. She wore jeans and a pullover.
"Stylish outfit," she remarked about my school uniform. "But I thought
this was vacation?" Then she greeted Mom.
"Nice to see you, Sabine. I'd better ask right away before we forget it:
Do you want to come to church with us tomorrow?"
"I like to go at Christmas. That's so special. And because it's at night.
I'd like very much to come, because my parents don't want to and I'm not
allowed to go alone."
"Good, then we'll pick you up at eleven-thirty. It will be getting late.
Do you want to stay here overnight?"
"I have to ask my parents. For sure I can't stay at a boy's house
overnight."
"It's probably best that I talk with your mother. Good, you two can go on
to Andrea's room."
I got up and made a curtsy. Biene's eyes grew large.
##
As soon as the door of my room closed behind us, Biene was on me, "What
was that all about? A curtsy?"
"Yes. A number of things have happened again."
"Is it punishment?"
"No, I'm doing it voluntarily. Always, when Mom tells me something."
"Voluntarily? Unbelievable. I can't even curtsy once. Now tell me all
about this!"
It took two hours until Biene'e curiosity was finally satisfied. My first
telling had only taken ten minutes, but then came the questions.
Unbelievable how curious Biene could be.
"I would have liked to see you in the communion dress."
Ha, ha, I knew how this was going to end.
##
Biene couldn't settle down until she finally saw me completely in white.
That included the flower wreath in my hair and the candle in my hand.
For me there was a plus side: I didn't have to curtsy as long as I wore
the dress. Mom felt the skirt's hem would get dirty too quickly since it
would touch the floor each time. And dry cleaning such a dress wasn't
really economical.
Mom invited Biene for supper. We just had bread and sausage since over
Christmas there would be all too much gourmandizing. But just that much
wasn't at all easy for me, since I couldn't eat my supper with my hands
but had to use a knife and fork. In itself that was hard enough in satin
gloves. Although I was really careful a couple specks of fat got on the
gloves. Well, at least they could be washed which wasn't possible with
the dress. And the dress remained clean and I was proud of my efforts.
When Biene left two hours later, I was very glad to get out of the dress.
Scarcely had I gone to Mom in my nightgown, when I received my tenth
negative point.
##
On the next morning I went to Mom in my nightgown. I didn't know what to
put on, after all it was Christmas Eve.
The curtsy came almost automatically, when Mom told me, I should sit
down. How many curtsies had I made yesterday? Including those in front of
the mirror, at least a hundred. After a single day it began to be a
habit.
"Mom, what should I wear?"
"Hmm, you earned ten points yesterday. But today is Christmas, so we'll
delay it all. Until this afternoon you can put on whatever you want.
Perhaps one of the new dresses from Mia? They looked very nice when you
were trying them on. Or your pink dress. Wearing that, your curtsies
would look especially dainty."
Strangely enough it no longer bothered me to look dainty. I accepted it
as a compliment.
"In the afternoon please put on the same things you wore the last time in
church."
I looked at the two dresses from Mia. I hadn't liked any of their
suggestions because they all seemed to regard me in a way that was too
childish. Salvation arrived in the form of fashion from Bavaria and the
Tyrol. Things, which save for them, wouldn't exist here. I had a so-
called festive rural dress and a genuine dirndl. Both looked the same in
all sizes, no discussions arose concerning the style.
I opted for the dirndl. It was a riddle for me why I hadn't already tried
it on, because I really liked it. True, there was auite a bit of pink,
but I didn't let that bother me. Indeed the dress itself was totally
pink. A downright bright pink. In the middle of the front there was a
lilac-colored embroidered inset while to the right and left were flowers.
There were also flowers embroidered around the skirt where it covered the
upper thigh. The apron that is standard with a dirndl had the same lilacs
that were on the breast and it was decorated with the same embroidery.
Under that I wore a typical blouse with lace collar and puff sleeves.
I looked good in it, I thought. That was really my prettiest dress. But
it brought me a negative point, because in executing a curtsy, I grasped
just the apron and not the skirt, too.
I didn't get any more negative points before noon.
##
Mom and I changed, and then came the exchange of gifts. I didn't do a bad
imitation of astonishment when I saw all the packages.
I gave Mom my present. I had bought her a good perfume. And with that all
my money was gone.
I got a pair of earrings from Mom. "Take good care of them, that is
genuine gold. I wore them as a teenager." The earrings consisted of
several long, unbelievably thin chains at the end of which were small
balls. It was youthful jewelry, which I really liked a lot. Soon they
were dangling from my ears. I found the soft touching of my neck to be
very enjoyable, almost erotic. Something like if Biene were to caress my
neck.
In the many other packages were things from Moni. Diverse leotards, house
slippers and a dressing gown. The leotards were sharp, the other things
matched my nighties all too well. Which means unfortunately. Actually
everything did look nice. Even Mom's dressing gown didn't look much
different; apparently even grown-up girls liked to wear something playful
when no one could see them.
In the penultimate present, actually more of a package, there was a
complete ice-skating outfit. Short dress, special tights and white
skates. And I couldn't even skate. Too bad, because the dress with the
short bit of skirt looked very nice.
"It looks like we'll have to go ice-skating sometime."
"Mom, I can't. And this dress, it's skin tight and really short."
"It is normally the role of the mother to say something like that," she
grinned. "If it stays as cold, then the ice on the pond will soon be
thick enough. Then we can try it."
"Do you really think so?"
"I think we'll figure somthing out. Open your last package."
I pulled some kind of heavy shorts out. At a loss of what to think, I
looked at the shapeless thing.
"I put it together myself. For iceskating it fulfills a double purpose."
I was still at sea. "OK, the pants are heavily padded. Is that for when
you fall down?"
"That's just a secondary purpose," she smiled. "Pull it up over your
tights; I want to see if it fits."
I took off my velvet skirt and put on the odd pants. They were fIesh-
colored and reached down to my upper thighs. I groped around over my
thickly padded backside. Mom looked animated, and I was still totally at
sea.
"Stand in front of the mirror once."
There I saw immediately what the shorts did. I had hips like Biene - mit
all the right curves. "Great, Mom!" I yelled, genuinely enthused.
"This way you can even occasionally wear a pair of pants. No girl just
wears dresses and skirts. Or the ice-skating dress. I suspect they will
be pretty warm by the way."
"So far, so good."
"Well, we'll see how it works in the real world. As I said, it's
homemade. Two pairs of bicycle shorts and in between some padding. The
whole thing is sewn so that it can't slip around."
"Mom, that's the best present of all." I hugged her.
##
I'd taken the shorts off again and sat with Mom on the couch.
"Actually Moni gave me even more things, but I didn't think they would
make good presents."
"Oh yeah, what kind of things?"
"Three more dresses in the little-girl mode. Sugar sweet."
"Mom, I already have so much. What am I going to do with it?"
"Now, you don't actually have all that much if you don't count the
underwear. In fact, it's just two dresses, that are very childish, and
two skirts. More than ninety percent of your things are for big girls.
You really don't have reason to complain."
"But I've had the pink dress on so often."
"So much the better for your now having some choice. Even if you lose the
desire to behave like a grown-up girl. Or simply, because you are in the
mood for it. Women often put something on just because they are in the
mood for it."
"OK, I'll have a look at them. Where are they?"
"Already in your closet."
"They actually still fit in?"
"Just the drawers are very full; there was plenty of room on the rod."
I went into my room and to take a quick look. The first one was really
not bad. I even liked it. The bodice was like a plain black pullover,
below a red checked pleated skirt. Around the waist a satin belt, which
was tied together in front in a large bow. With a bra underneath and
suitable tights this would look very good.
Then there were two dresses in the same style as my pink dress. Quite
obviously by the same producer. One was in a light white going over into
beige with somewhat darker checks. To be sure it also had bows on the
skirt, but they didn't have pompoms. The other was in a darker pink with
large red roses on the skirt. The soft bolero-style jacket was white with
large embroidered figures.
The next one was made of lilac-colored satin. It had a white collar with
a bow on it and a flounce. Around the skirt there were two rows of white
lace. And there was also a smaller version of this one. Oh ho, I'd better
not tell Mark about that. Or should I?
The last was a very simple dress, and still it was unmistakably for
little girls by reason of the high placement of the waist. The sole
decorations were white lace at the neck and the seams, and a few white
blossoms at the waist and hem. And there was a smaller variation of this
one as well.
I went back to Mom. "One dress is really sharp, Mom. But there are more
than three, and why are the two little ones among them?"
"You told me everything about Mark. I was naturally curious how Mrs.
Weber would deal with her son wearing girl clothing. You can imagine why.
So I spoke with her about that."
When she saw my fearful look, she said, "Don't worry, she doesn't know
that you are not a girl. In any case, Mark doesn't talk about anything
other than Andrea and doesn't like to wear his dress without you. Mrs.
Weber asked, whether you can come to their place after the holidays. She
would like to go out once in the evening, and I've already told her, that
you have my permission to stay the night there."
"I'd like very much to go to Mrs. Weber's, and it's not a problem to put
on the same dress as Mark."
"Excellent. Because the two dresses in large and small were bought by
Mrs. Weber. Only the other three are from Moni."
"Mrs. Weber is much too delightful, she's constantly buying me things."
"Yes, she really is a nice lady. Perhaps I'll go with you next time; I
would like to get to know her and her children. Then you wouldn't need to
walk over there in the dress."
"I like that idea," I said relieved. To dress at home like that was
routine, away from home was something totally different.
After eleven Mom said we had to get moving. We picked Biene up and went
to midnight mass.
##
Someone had put an arm around me. That wasn't normal, because I was in my
bed.
Slowly sleep retreated and I saw who was lying next to me. Biene, in a
nightgown not much different from my own. She was asleep.
I remembered. Biene didn't want to sleep alone in the guest room in a
strange house. Mom had thought about it, then took me aside and said,
"She's allowed to sleep with you under one condition: You put on your
padded shorts under your nightgown, and under absolutely no circumstances
take them off again. And you keep your bra on. Is that clear?"
I swore I'd do everything exactly like she said.
And so my girlfriend and I slept in one bed. I had really imagined that
happening differently. She in her sweet nightgown, that was OK. But I
looked practically identical. Including the breasts and the curves at my
hips. That wasn't OK. Was it?
Mom certainly just wanted to ensure that my penis was safely in
captivity; I was supposed to look like a girl to make it clear that here
two girls were sleeping together. And not even a hint that it was
anything else.
She needn't have worried. At three o'clock in the morning we were so
tired that we fell asleep in seconds after our heads touched the pillows.
I observed how Biene's breasts lifted with each inhalation and sank. A
sight that I liked. Did I look like that, too. I looked down at myself.
Yep.
I was just about to touch her, but it just didn't seem right. I was her
friend, yes. But we were still very young, hadn't yet done more than a
little cuddling. And we read Bravo (entertainment magazine for teens) so
we'd know what was ahead of us in the future.
Now I had to pee. When I got back Biene was just getting up. All chances
were gone, missed. Now, would there ever be a next time? Maybe I could
stay overnight at her house as Andrea?
Biene greeted me with a kiss. It was a nice kiss. At the very first I
almost pulled my head back so my lipstick wouldn't get smeared. Mom's
education was too effective.
I put on my new dressing gown and the deep pink house slippers. Biene
grinned. She'd brought along similar ones. We met Mom in the kitchen, and
she was wearing about the same thing. We already looked very much alike.
Three girls/women, who were breakfasting together. It looked completely
normal.
After we had finished eating, Mom ask Biene, "When do you have to be
home?"
"It doesn't matter, my parents aren't there."
"They left you at home alone over Christmas?"
"It was what I wanted. They are at some of my relatives, whom I simply
cannot stand."
"When are they coming home?"
"Tonight."
"Do you want to stay here another night?"
"Yes, I'd like that. But I don't have anything to wear."
"Andrea has more than enough."
"You can have one of my little-girl dresses," I joked.
Mom answered instead of Biene. "Yes, you were going to have a childrens'
party anyway, right?"
Biene answered, "Yes, at first I didn't want to, but then I got an extra
dress for myself." She looked at me in reproach.
"That wouldn't be a bad idea," opined Mom. "I would find it lovely to
spend Chrismas with a pair of really sweet girls around me."
"We ought to ask Svenja," Biene said.
"Good. Sabine, help me please with the clean-up. And you call Svenja."
I made a curtsy, and was frustrated that Biene didn't have to make one.
And that events weren't going the way I had envisioned."
##
An hour later Svenja came. Biene was wearing my pink dress along with all
the appropriate underpinnings and pantyhose, and she appeared to feel
comfortable in them. I was wearing the white variation, and immediately
after her arrival Svenja was pressed to put on the last of the three
similar dresses.
"Hmm. The last time I wore pantyhose must have been ten years ago,"
giggled Svenja and couldn't stop. But we were a sweet trio, the way we
were dressed. And giggling is infectious. Again and again one of us
pointed to a bow or something else and it started all over again.
Then came several games. Silly childrens' games, but we had an enormous
amount of fun.
"So, let's play that we're a family. Andrea is the baby."
"Don't say that so loud. I don't want Mom showing up with all the
appropriate paraphernalia," I said, recalling the costume of her brother.
"Appropriate paraphernalia?" asked Biene.
Oh no, what had I said! Biene's curiosity had been awakened. I remained
firm and said nothing. So Biene went to my Mom.
I couldn't hear what they said, but after a few minutes Mom's facial
expression told me that I had problems coming up.
Both came back to us. "So, the baby needs appropriate paraphernalia?" she
asked with a much too broad grin.
Biene said yes right away, and Svenja sensed something interesting, and
went along with them.
"Good, I'll get baby's paraphernalia, and you can undress her. But only
down to the underpants."
I attempted to defend myself, but one tickled me while the other took my
stuff off piece by piece. They traded off until they were finished. When
Mom came back I was wearing just my underpants.
"Well done, girls. I'll do the next part, after that you can take over."
In the bathroom Mom wasn't amused that I tried to defend myself. "Now
listen here. The girls want to have a harmless game, and you are going to
go along. Don't be a spoilsport."
"But Mom, that's a diaper!"
"And you are the baby; that's been decided by your girlfriends. Don't
make such a fuss, it'll be fun."
I didn't find that I had all that much fun when I came back to the girls
wearing a disposable diaper. However, they seemed to like it all the
more.
Out of the box Mom had retrieved from the attic she removed the next
item. Plastic panties to fit over the diaper. I saw Mom's glance and
acquiesced to my fate. The girls put them on me.
"But she doesn't look like a real baby," Svenja said. Sie had some
experience.
"That's because babies are very small," Mom explained. "But a diaper is
in comparison very thick. In the case of this baby it is different,
that's why the proportions aren't working out right. Just go ahead and
put on another one or two diapers, then things will even out."
I could have killed Mom. Naturally what she suggested was done, and I
soon had an enormous quantity of material around my hips and between my
legs. The plastic pants were so large that there was no problem getting
them on.
"Just look, she even walks like a baby," Biene giggled.
I couldn't say anything about it, because Svenja had just then stuffed a
pacifier (dummy) in my mouth.
The dress had an even higher waistline than any that I'd had on before,
just about where my breasts were. A typical baby dress. And much too
short. I didn't really care about the dress, but that it barely covered
my diapers bothered me a lot. I didn't want anyone to see that.
Little-girl clothing I had more or less gotten used to, but diapers??? I
felt so humiliated.
It didn't get better when I was dressed even farther. A baby bonnet was
placed on my head, and then lace socklets on my feet. Unfortunately the
shoes fit. Terrible. In the shape of Mary Janes, they were pink below.
The transition to the white upper part was wave-like; it looked like a
white cloud on a pink background.
The girls found everything super and giggled without stopping. At some
point I overcame my resentment and giggled along. And then it even began
to be fun for me, to play baby. There was nothing I needed to do, the
girls did everything. Actually quite pleasurable.
At this exact point in time Mom was taking pictures, which later showed a
happy baby.
Then Svenja asked what we were going to have for supper. Mom suggested
that I was the cook in this house.
"But I'm a baby," I managed to say around my pacifier.
"Then we'll cook," said Svenja. "Baby can maybe advise us what we ought
to do?"
But that's not the way it really went down. I had to help. Mom took a
picture on which I was to be seen in baby bonnet and with the pacifier,
while I was cutting onions with a very large knife. It was only with
difficulty that I was able to prevent her from uploading that picture
somewhere onto the internet. At least I hope that I prevented it.
Even when the meal was in the oven, the girls didn't stop playing their
game. At least I was able to take several snapshots of them. That made it
possible for me to come to an agreement, using the motto: Don't show my
picture, then I won't show your picture. Because now they really did look
like little girls, since they had braided each other's hair into
pigtails, and also wore an amount of make-up you might expect when it was
each other they were working on. Nor was I safe from this last. With
large made-up eyes I looked even more like a baby.
Naturally I had to drink out of a baby bottle. At least they did let me
go to the toilet. It would have been too humiliating if I had had to use
the diaper in their presence.
But I didn't get the whole diaper all the off in time with all those
sticky straps. Three of them! I was in the process of removing the second
one when I couldn't hold it any longer. I felt how it was getting warm
between my legs. Crap! I was really angry. But I couldn't do anything
about it than to dress myself again.
Then, when Svenja had to go home, Biene also took off her dress, she was
very surprised that I wanted to remain a baby. I didn't see any other way
of getting rid of the wet diaper than by putting on my nightgown.
And later I succeeded, when Mom and Biene were changing clothes to
surreptiously dispatch the diaper into the garbage. Plainly more relaxed
I joined the others in my nightgown. A little later we went to bed.
What a day, I thought while falling asleep, and crept somewhat closer to
Biene. That was the most farcical Christmas I'd ever had. And what the
most astonishing thing was is that I had somehow enjoyed being spoiled as
a baby.
With that experience I had learned with my own body why Mom's brother had
this costume. If he couldn't get any attention, then this was one way.
I was very happy to be able to give it up. Much more preferable to put on
a sweet nightgown, like my girlfriend here next to me. I scootched a bit
closer to her.
Charlize
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