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Andy by Transbonder, translated by Leah from the German
SEVENTEEN
I woke up screaming and bathed in sweat. Just a minute later Mom was with
me in the room. "Andrea, what happened?"
I needed a moment to really wake up. I felt really strange. Gradually my
heart slowed down; it had been beating wildly a moment ago.
"I'm - I'm OK now. Just a nightmare."
"That must have been a bad dream. Do you want to tell it to me?"
I nodded. "I was together with Biene and we kissed each other. More
deeply than ever before, a really great French kiss. I closed my eyes.
The kiss got better and better. After half an eternity the kiss was at an
end and I opened my eyes. I was looking directly into Kai's face."
"Oh - I understand." She seemed about to say something, but let it stay
unsaid. Instead of that she took me in her arms until I had calmed
completely. "Think you're OK now?"
I nodded.
"If you have any more problems, then come to me, OK?"
I nodded once again. Mom gave me a rather firm hug and left.
##
When I woke up again, I felt fresh and rested. Had I really had a
nightmare? I drew on my morning gown, but saw my dirndl. Deciding quickly
I went to take a shower - I was a bit sticky - and got dressed.
"Good morning," I greeted Mom.
"Good morning. Are you OK now?"
Ah ha, so there really was a nightmare. Then probably everything else,
too - I had kissed a boy.
"Yes, I'm feeling good again. It's no more than a vague memory." I always
forgot dreams very quickly.
"I thought so, because you wouldn't have put on the dirndl otherwise."
I just grinned and poured myself coffee from the thermos bottle.
Mom looked at me thoughtfully. "Your long fingernails don't seem to
hinder you much."
I looked at her. In fact they were just now coming into my consciousness,
so much were they taken for granted. "I scarcely notice them now." As I
now observed them closely I became aware that there were little
irregularities in various places, even though the nails were so hard. One
nick came from cutting onions, I could remember that. Without the acrylic
nails I would have surely hurt myself.
"They already look somewhat battered. You aren't being careful enough,"
she stated.
"Yes, they have already suffered a little. But they still look very nice.
I like them. Can they be repaired?"
That elicited another sigh from Mom. "Have you actually decided what you
want to do after vacation?"
"To go to school as Andreas?"
"But with newly acquired fingernails, which are so easy to take off."
Oops. I saw the problem. But I didn't give up so quickly. "Can't they be
repaired some other way?"
"Other way? Not so firm? And by the way these aren't firm enough. I think
you need something made of steel."
I wasn't sure whether she seriously meant that until I saw the twinkle in
her eye. "No, Mom, now be serious."
"You can put clear nail polish on them, then the nicks won't show up so
much."
"Good idea! Do you have some? I just have colored polish."
"What else might my son like to have? Yes, I have some." Strangely enough
no sigh, which I had expectantly awaited. She stood up and got the
polish.
I cleaned my fingernails and lacquered them then. Nearly all the little
nicks had become invisible, and they gleamed beautifully.
While I fanned my fingers, Mom said, "As I can see from the sparsity of
your answers you haven't done much thinking. Now it will be the
psychologist who has to decide. On the third, that's day after tomorrow
is your next appointment."
"Shall I tell him?"
"Tell him?"
"About Kai?"
She nodded. "That seems sensible to me."
Then, when I didn't respond, she added, "Tomorrow I have to go to work
again. I think we should celebrate that."
"Great! How?"
"By having you cook supper."
"Aww, Mom!!!"
##
My protest was only pretend, because it definitely was a lot of fun for
me to cook with Mom. And still more, to enjoy the exceedingly successful
result.
Then we sat tiredly on the couch. But I wasn't tired enough not to change
clothes again quickly. I was wearing white tights and I pulled a leotard
down over them. Nothing is better suited for enjoyably lolling about on
the couch!
Other than that we did nothing. Plain being lazy. Mom wanted to enjoy her
last day to the full.
But somehow the gym suit wasn't really comfortable today. Poorly washed?
Or one of the rinsings? At any rate my chest was irritated.
When Mom noticed my repeated scratching, I had to pull the suit down. My
chest around the nipples was faintly red.
"Guaranteed that comes from constantly wearing the plastic breasts. Rub
in some cream. Tomorrow leave the breasts off for a while. If you do need
them, shove a cotton handkerchief down in back of them."
That seemed to make sense. "OK, Mom."
Because Mom had to get up early, we soon went to bed.
##
I woke up refreshed and without nightmares. Oh man, it's just nine
o'clock! Middle of the night!
I got up anyway, since my bladder left me no other choice. Hmm, my chest
was still irritated. I rubbed it through the soft night gown. That was
the reason I liked it: It was so wonderfully soft.
What was that? There was a small lump. I pulled off the night gown and
stood in front of the mirror. Two tiny swellings were underneath my
nipples. Had the breast forms poisoned me? I had recently seen a TV
program where such things had been reported in the case of toys.
I didn't remember the name of the material, but the toy was made of
plastic, and my artificial breasts were, too. I began to get scared. I
had worn the breasts so often!
In a panic I went to the telephone and called Mom at her office. She
normally didn't like that at all, and I was supposed to do it only in
emergencies. But this really was an emergency.
It took a minute before she was called to the phone.
"Andreas? What's the matter?" Her voice was full of concern.
"I have two little lumps on my chest! I think the breast forms have
poisoned me!" My voice was trembling.
"Just take it easy. Does it hurt?"
"No, they are just very sensitive and reddened."
"Are you feeling bad?"
"No."
"How big are the lumps?"
"About like a hazel nut or a marble."
"That doesn't seem like anything dangerous."
"But Mom! The lumps weren't there yesterday!"
"But it was already reddened. Probably some kind of allergic reaction. I
really don't think that it's something serious."
"But - I'm afraid."
"OK, then go to a doctor. You are old enough to go alone. Call Dr.
Schneider and ask for an appointment. Then take a bus or walk, it's
really not so far."
"OK, Mom."
"And call me, if it is something serious."
Ah ha, she IS worried. Me, too.
I called Dr. Schneider. His receptionist answered.
"Hello, I need an appointment."
"Yes, for when? I would have a time for day after tomorrow open."
"Day after tomorrow? No, I need a doctor today."
"Is it something serious? Are you in pain?"
"No, no pains. But I'm afraid."
"OK, I'll put you down just before our noon break. You can explain to Dr.
Schneider why he has less time to eat. Come at twelve, and you will have
to wait."
##
Since I had so much time, I paused to think about what I should wear.
That wasn't so simple. I was listed in the files as Andreas, a boy. But I
had neither pants nor did I look like a boy.
There was nothing else to do, I had to go as Andrea. A jeans dress seemed
to me to make the most sense. Man, a few weeks ago I would never have
taken time to think about what I was going to wear.
The wine red tights seemed to match best. Not too conspicuous, but at the
same time nice looking.
As far as the breast forms were concerned, I hesitated. It would
definitely not be a good idea to wear them again. But I had thrown away
my balloons. And nothing else was available; I'd already tried enough
other things. OK, Mom's idea: A handerchief down under for each.
But that didn't work. They were constantly shifting. Then I thought of
the other leotard, the one without arms. I pulled it on. It was almost
too tight, but otherwise just fine. Now a bra over that and the breast
forms into place - perfect.
Now for the make-up. Or maybe better not. No, as a girl I needed a
little, otherwise I wouldn't look feminine enough.
But I didn't want to use too much either, what would the doctor think?
In fact, I used a lot of make-up, just to be sure no one saw much of it.
I must have stood in front of the mirror for an hour. Suddenly I became
aware that I had to hurry.
I could forget the bus now, it was gone. So I rushed by foot to the
doctor's office. I arrived rather out of breath.
The lady at the reception desk looked at me challengingly.
"I am-" Eh, what do I say now? "I am Andy. I called earlier."
"Oh yes. Give me your insurance card and ten Euros, please." I rummaged
in my purse and came up with ten Euros in change.
"Andreas?" she read in astonishment.
I merely nodded. The people in the waiting room didn't need to hear.
"Oh, you've changed a lot."
I was very relieved that she took it so professionally. She could have
very easily exposed me to ridicule. Thankful in the extreme I looked at
her.
"Good, ---?"
"Andrea."
"Good, Andrea, then have a seat. It will be at least half an hour." Then
she conversed softly with her colleague and both cast significant glances
at me.
##
Almost an hour later, which seemed an eternity to me, I was led to the
doctor. Apparently the women had not said anything to him, because he
looked at his files and then confused asked, "Andreas?"
I nodded. "It's a very long story."
"I would really like to hear it, but first tell me what has led you to
me."
"When I woke up this morning, I had two small lumps on my chest."
"Now, apparently they have grown considerably in the meantime."
At first I want to be annoyed, but when I saw the sparkle in his eyes, I
had to laugh.
"Good, after you are somewhat less tense, please bare your upper body."
"Can you help me with the zipper?" I managed it alone, but I had to be a
contortionist.
He pulled the zipper open and I stepped out of the jeans dress. Then I
took the breast forms out and gave them to him. "Could these perhaps be
poisonous? I've heard so much about plastic toys."
"No premature conclusions. First let me see your chest."
I took off my bra and pulled the leotard down.
He looked at my chest carefully, using a bright lamp for that. Then he
felt the lumps. "Does that hurt?"
"Not really hurt. Just very sensitive."
Now he pressed with his finger right on the nipple. Astonishingly the
skin yielded without trouble and he could press a little hole.
"Ah ha!"
"What is it?" I asked fearfully.
"Don't be afraid. It's nothing bad at all. The thing that I pressed with
my finger is a breast gland. Said more precisely, that's what is now
surrounding my finger. It is larger than normal."
"Breast gland? What's that?"
"Women produce milk in that."
"Milk? But I'm a boy."
"At first I wasn't so sure," he said grinning. "But boys and girls have
the same natural tendencies, as you can see in the case of nipples. Only
the hormones determine, whether a breast grows for a woman or not for a
man."
"And what does this mean?"
"For such swellings in boys around your age there are three possible
causes: A simple inflammation or an allergy. We can reject that because
your swellings are much too precisely under the nipples. Then there is
lipomastia. That is fat which gathers under the skin. Most of all
overweight boys get that. But that is not what seems to be at work here."
Then he pressed me again in the center of my nipple.
"Try it yourself." In fact, I could detect with my finger a small hole in
the middle, and around it harder tissue.
"That shows quite clearly that you have gynecomastia."
"Gyna... What?"
"Gynecomastia. That is a medical term for what is happening on your
chest. You don't have to worry, it is fully normal, very many boys have
it."
"I've never seen it before."
"Now, most boys don't put a dress on, but rather conceal their swellings
under a pullover sweater."
"And that's supposed to be normal?"
"Certainly. Just about half of all boys get it. It's connected with
puberty. You know that at that time many hormones are produced?"
I nodded. "Yes."
"At this time a woman is made out of a girl and a man out of a boy. In
addition there are female and male sex hormones."
I nodded again. I knew that from biology class.
"But men don't just have male hormones, but also female ones. Just much
less than in the case of girls. If now in puberty the hormones are
heavily produced, then that doesn't always happen evenly, since different
organs are responsible."
Again a nod.
"In the cases of some boys at first the female hormone is heavily
produced. As I said, for about half of them. At that your body reacts,
also your breast glands. That is what you can feel, the growing breast
glands."
"Am I now going to grow breasts?"
"Yes, a little. How much, no one can say. For most boys it lasts for only
a few days or weeks. If the male hormone production is then increased,
the swellings recede quickly."
"And how long does that take? And how big do they get?"
"No one can tell you. There are only statistics. At the very latest after
two years almost all have gone away again."
"Two years?"
"That is an extreme. In almost all cases they last only a few weeks. And
they will not get very much larger."
I didn't know whether I should be relieved. On the one hand I wished I
had a real pair of breasts like Biene, but on the other I could hardly
still go to school as a boy.
"And what can a person do then?"
"Nothing at all. The teamwork of the hormones is very, very complicated.
You shouldn't intervene, above all not in puberty. That can have negative
consequences for your whole life."
"That means it is pure coincidence, what is happening on my chest?"
He nodded.
"And no idea, how big they're going to get?"
"No way as large as your breast forms. To throw out an estimate, scarcely
larger than a walnut. For two to three weeks. But like I said, it can
happen differently. No guarantee."
"Do I need to do something?"
"No. Your breasts will be very sensitive, they can even hurt. But that
doesn't mean anything. I recommend very soft underwear. Most boys have a
problem there, but you probably won't as I see it. Actually your breast
forms might be suitable for helping you become as comfortable as
possible. About poisoning you really need have no fear.
"Good, now get dressed again. But better leave the leotard down, that'll
be more comfortable. Here, I'll give you some soothing cream to put on
it. With the breast forms in place it won't smear anything."
I creamed my swellings and put on my bra. The breast forms actually felt
agreeable, above all, because they had cooled off.
"Good that you are the last one before the noon break. Now I would like
to hear the story of how you've made Andrea out of Andreas. I invite you
to lunch. Will you come along?"
There was no reason to refuse. Soon we sat in a restaurant not far away
and I told my story over a pizza.
##
"I see that you have survived your life endangering illness," Mom greeted
me when she got home from work. "Hmm, that smells delicious."
I had resorted to a little bribe in order to get past any annoyance
because of the call to her at the office. I had learned in school that
smells have direct access to the brain. I hoped because of this aroma she
would not be able to do anything.
And my calculations worked out at least until after our meal. Then she
asked, "So, what do you have? Breast cancer?"
I looked at the floor, as though I could find the solution there. Then I
pulled myself together. Maybe the professional term -- Dr. Schneider made
me repeat ten times until I retained it -- would help me here. "I have
gynecomastia."
"Good, then it's nothing serious."
"You know what that is?"
"Certainly."
I looked at her astonished and flabbergasted.
"After you called, I investigated the internet at lunch time."
"You - you cheated!!!"
She merely grinned at me. Then she said, "Now you'll experience what it's
like when girls grow breasts."
"But they won't get large, said the doctor. At any rate it's not likely."
"And you would like for them to grow large?"
I didn't say anything, only felt as my face grew hot.
"That's what I thought. If you could control it, would you then want to
grow large breasts?"
I nodded barely perceptibly.
"But it's clear to you, that in fact the exact opposite will happen? Your
puberty is kicking in again. Soon the male hormones will deploy, and you
will become a man."
I stared at her horrified. Could everything really be gone so soon? In
two or three weeks? No more babysitting? No dirndl and no jeans dress?
The emotions overpowered me and I began to cry for all I was worth.
##
A half hour nestled next to Mom on the couch and I had halfway calmed
down again.
Mom asked me, "You have always said you want to go to school after
vacation as a boy. Now it appears that you no longer want to do that?"
I didn't know how I should answer the question. After thinking for
several minutes I said, "I would like actually for everything to stay the
way it is. I would like to go to school as Andreas and babysit as Andrea.
And above all I would like to be together with Svenja and Biene. It's
terrific to be together with them as a girl."
"But Biene is after all your girlfriend?"
"Yes. But she likes it when I'm Andrea. I think, she likes me better then
than Andreas."
"Have you already done more than kissing?"
I shook my head. "Just a little petting."
"Would you like to do more?"
Again I thought for a minute. "Honestly spoken, I don't know. On the one
hand I would like to do more, but I don't know how Biene would react."
"An amazingly adult answer for a teenager. Do you think that Biene would
stay with you if you were always to live as a girl now?"
I looked at her puzzled. I had never considered this question. "With
Svenja there would surely be no problem. As for Biene - honestly spoken,
I don't know."
After some hesitation I added, "Do you know, Mom, I think, there is at
least one reason why I would like to be Andrea longer. As Andreas we
would never have talked together so much."
"Talk with the psychologist about that tomorrow. We'll see what he has to
say."
##
I had to go to the psychologist by bus and that meant getting up early.
In vacation!
At least I didn't have to wait long. "Hello, Andrea," he greeted me. With
a quick glance he went over my appearance: Dressed like a university
student, I surely looked more like a young woman than a teenager. And my
make-up supported that.
"How would you like to begin? Do you want to know about the test or tell
me once what has happened since the last time we met?"
Strange, a real psychologist. I could have asked stuff like that. Should
I drop out of school and become a psychologist right away?
"I would like very much to hear about the test."
"What do you expect might be revealed?"
"I don't know; that's why I asked."
"Now you are sitting in front of me looking like a young lady. Is that
supposed to signify something?"
"I simply like the clothing, feel well wearing it. And I need it for my
job."
"Then professional clothing? Why do you wear it in your free time?"
And so it went on and on. Even after a quarter hour I hadn't learned
anything about the test. Slowly I became impatient. "Now finally tell me,
what the test results were."
"A genuinely unusual result. In the beginning I was worried that you
could have a split personality."
"Me, mentally ill?"
"No, I didn't mean it like that. I'm positive that you are mentally
healthy, otherwise you wouldn't have gotten through most of the points in
a balanced condition. Like a typical teenager. But there are conspicuous
points in the area of sexual identity, which I've not seen before. One
moment you conduct yourself like a typical boy, then again like a girl."
"I could've told you that."
"I don't think so. There was one very strong assertive point. But more of
that later. Now tell me first, what special things have happened
recently?"
In the next twenty minutes I told him everything about the kiss and my
gynecomastia.
Then the time was up. "Now tell me finally what the test revealed."
"I already told you that. You sometimes act like a boy, then as a girl.
The single difference is, that you act 65% like a girl, in some tests
even more."
"Does that mean, that in truth I'm a girl?"
"No, it doesn't mean that. It means, that your mind, exactly like your
body, hasn't found its identity yet. At the moment you are more girl than
boy, but that can change at any time. Exactly like your gynecomastia. At
the moment you have more female hormones, but in a few weeks your beard
growth can begin and your voice can become deeper."
"But I don't want a beard!" Just a short time previously things were very
different, I knew. Now the hoped for changes, for which I'd wished so
long, were imminent, but I didn't want them any more.
"That's too fast. I need more time! I've not yet figured out the business
about being a boy and a girl."
"And that's precisely my opinion. If puberty makes a thrust now, then
that could lead to very undesirable consequences. I think we should
postpone your puberty."
"And how do you do that?"
"With hormones."
"But my physician says, that you shouldn't intervene in the case of a
teenager?"
"And he is very right. But here it is just the beginning of your puberty
that's to be delayed by blocking a part of your natural hormones. It will
remain in the condition it is now in, but it can be restarted at any
time."
"That also means that my breasts won't grow any more?"
"I'm afraid that is a problem. As long as your female hormones are in
this condition, they will continue to grow. Until we halt the blocking or
change your hormone level, which we can do at any time. But no worries,
this goes very slowly. You do not have the hormone level like a girl in
puberty. Over the months they will still be so small that you can conceal
them under a sweater without difficulty.
"Here is a referral to a very good endocrinologist. He will first
establish a hormone level and then prescribe medication that halts your
puberty.
"You won't get an appointment right away and the test will take some
time. If anything happens, for instance itching in the throat or that
your breasts have suddenly become smaller, then you are to call me at
once. OK?"
He held out his hand for me to shake and I left for the bus stop
completely at sea. I missed the first bus being so preoccupied with my
thoughts.
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