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I was hopping mad at Sarah. How could she just grin like that? "Oh, come on, Andrea. Don't make a face like that. After all your mom is right, even if I did talk you into it." "Be happy that she didn't hear. Then instead of me you'd have this dress on in a flash." Sarah looked crushed. "Yes, I shouldn't have made fun of you. I'm sorry." My anger evaporated immediately. "It's OK. Come, you have to suffer anyway. In this dress I can hardly be expected to do the cooking, you'll have to do most of the work." But that's not the way it worked out. Mom came in to us. "Go upstairs and change your clothes. Sarah, help her." I was astonished. "What's with the change of heart?" "It's clear to me now, that this is just like the beginning with Sarah's aunt. And although I don't think it's all that awful if you have to wear a dress like that a few hours... Like they say so beautifully: Beware the Beginning. Even Cicero knew that." I knew my mom; nevertheless she surprised me time after time. But for now I just wanted to get out of the dress. I made it to the stairs well enough, but then the dress, spread out by the crinoline, hit against the steps. I had to pick it up, including the crinoline underneath. Not a simple assignment with the rigid material. And then it was a pleasure not to be wearing the dress any more. I really couldn't imagine spending a year like that. Or to have lived in the Biedermeier era and to spend an entire life like that. On the other hand -- the people back then were accustomed to living like that. Whatever, good that the dress was off. But it wasn't just the dress I needed help with taking off, the corset, too. I vowed without fail I would never put anything on that I couldn't get off again by myself. A little later I was wearing a jeans dress, one of my favorites. Now I went down into the basement with Sarah and checked out the freezer. "Hmm, rolled roast. What do you think of that?" "Rolled roast? That was always really disgusting at Aunt Sophie's." "Then you're not familiar with mine yet. It's a genuine festival meal. With lots of garlic!" "OK, I'll let myself be surprised. So far everything of yours has tasted great." "Good, then let's get to work. First thing we have to defrost the meat in the microwave." ## The weekend passed faster than we wanted it to. Monday lay threateningly before us. The decision for Sarah's immediate future was in the hands of the psychologist. I didn't want to think about anything negative that might come from that. My mood wasn't made any better by the fact that after my shower I had to check up on any make-up remnants as I was getting ready to appear as Andreas. I knew that Sarah was in the bathroom now and would be putting on her make-up. Sarah hadn't made things easier. In the final analysis I didn't know how things really were likely to turn out. Sarah looked much more like a girl than I, and even for her it wasn't clear what the future would bring. She hadn't asked for this. In a way I had made my future partly dependent on what would happen with my breasts. Now I saw how wrong that was. Sarah had beautiful breasts for a girl of her age. And nevertheless that didn't mean that in the future she absolutely would be a girl. With my breasts there were no further developments. Would my breasts now develop backwards again as it had been suggested they might? If that happened, the decision would have been made. But I wasn't ready yet for this decision. Sarah woke me out of my thoughts. She looked like the time when I first met her: jeans and a shapeless pullover. "Sarah, why did you put this stuff on?" "I just saw you standing in front of the mirror and you looked so unhappy. And it occurred to me that I couldn't possibly wear a skirt." "Sarah, that is super nice of you, but you got it all wrong! You're going to go to the psychologist later, and you can't go like that!!!! He'll think you're still confused in your head, no matter how you really feel." "Think so?" "Look, we've already spoken about it. And now hurry up, we don't have much time. I want to see here immediately the most beautiful girl that there ever has been." Again I found it disconcerting how the emotions showed in her face. She really wasn't suitable for playing poker. Totally unsure, even a little intimidated she made her way back to her room. I almost had the impression that she was about to make a curtsy. That was the greatest damage that her aunt had caused. Her self- confidence was kaputt. It would take some time for it to be restored. In the meantime she was a pushover for anyone who came out firmly in opposition to her. That was clear to me without having been a psychology student. And naturally I had been wrong that you shouldn't push Sarah to do something. She was so used to that that it didn't register with her as something negative. You just couldn't overdo it. According to my insignificant opinion that was what needed to be worked on most of all. Would the psychologist see that? Should I tell him my opinion? While Sarah changed clothes, I packed my own clothing for changing after school. I would have much preferred to put them on right now. The necessary make-up was already in my purse, so I didn't need to worry about that. While I waited for Sarah my thoughts wandered. I envied her for looking so good without make-up. And for her figure. Should I wear a corset, too? In any event I'd grow out my hair. There were several boys in school with longer hair and they didn't seem to have any problem with that. But now came Sarah. She was wearing a red-checked skirt with pleats and a white blouse. That look an awful lot like a school-girl uniform. It would do great with pigtails for babysitting, but for school or activities afterwards it wasn't the best. But I didn't want to tell her that she hadn't made the right choices. She was so inexperienced. At least her make-up was first rate. I raced in a jiffy into my room and got a weskit. As soon as I got back to her I said, "That blouse might be a bit cold. It's winter." Sarah shrugged her shoulders and pulled on the vest. That picture was decidedly better. Yes, it was good that way. ## After three hours of school we set out on our way. For me changing clothes in a public toilet was just ahead, because going home would have taken too long. I was asking myself why we hadn't just gone to the psychologist right away. That way we could have slept longer - definitely a better way to begin a Monday. My knowledge of toilets of the two sexes had brought me to the conclusion that neither of the two was clearly cleaner than the other. Just less graffiti in the women's toilet. But in this place the women's restrooms were in fact cleaner. Anyway that was my preferred choice. To come out of the men's restroom in a skirt could be disagreeable, even if it was just the case of stupid mutterings. My clothes were completely different from Sarah's, only the skirt length was the same: The wool skirt looked good with the woolen appearance of my stockings, not at all like a school girl. And then the ballerinas. I knew that the city was not a good place for high heels, traps lurked everywhere. Sarah didn't know that yet, but her wide, chunky heels shouldn't be any problem. More to the point, that this was her first long walk in heels - I was quite curious how quickly her feet would begin hurting. No, not the feet, but rather the legs, because other muscles than the usual ones would be in heavy use and first needed some training. Mom was already waiting at the psychologist's. We said hello and took seats in the waiting room. It took twenty minutes until I was called in. "Remember to tell him that I want to speak to him, too," said Mom. "There's no way I'm going to forget," I assured her. Then I walked in to see the psychologist and greeted him. "Hi, Andrea, fashionable like always." "Thanks." How was I going to be able to stop getting red every time I got such a simple compliment?" "Then tell me, what's been going on with Bernd." "Sarah," I stressed the name which after all he also knew, "is doing rather well. I think some of your information about her is incorrect." "What makes you think so?" Why did he always state his questions in such an idiotic way? I ignored that. "First was Sarah's problems with feminine things. You yourself can see that that wasn't right. Quite to the contrary, she sees things completely pragmatically: She looks like a girl, above all her breasts, therefore she dresses like one. She was really happy about getting a bra that fit well. She just can't stand the clothing that she had to wear at her aunt's. Did you know those were things out of the Biedermeier period?" He shook his head. "In my files there was only a notation about dresses." "I put on a dress like that; it is terrible with the wide skirt and the thick sleeves. You just can't do anything. And then there's always a corset worn underneath. Sarah had to wear it all the time, even at nights! But the worst was, that there were no underpants." "No underpants? Yes, that could actually be historically correct." "But not for a boy of today! Not just that it was terrible for Bernd to have to wear a skirt, but not to have on undershorts made it unbelievably worse. I felt totally naked, since the skirt is open at the bottom." "Without a doubt it was hard for Bernd." "The way you say it, it sounds again like 'suicidally inclined'. And that wasn't right either. Sarah is completely normal; it's just that her self-confidence had undergone a heavy assault." "I see I have a fellow-colleague here before me." He grinned mischievously. I had to laugh. I had talked myself into a fury, now I calmed down again. "It wasn't without reason that I had you come to see me first, because I wanted to know how someone of the same age would see things. Sarah surely told you more than she will ever tell me and that is very important for me. Well, now let's go through it all one more time - calmly." We talked for quite a while. When we were finally finished I did nearly forget to tell him about Mom. "Good, I'll speak with her. But for now please send Sarah in." It was no fun to sit in the waiting room. Not at all. Finally Sarah came out again and Mom went in. "And how did it go?" "I just told him how things were at Aunt Sophie's. Then he asked me why I had dressed like a girl. And how I feel about that. And whether I would prefer to be a boy." "And what was the result of that?" "No idea. I only talked to him, and then he sent me out again." We had to wait a very long time for Mom. I'd already told him everything, why was it taking so long? Finally she came out and I looked at her face curiously to see what her mood was. Without success; nothing exceptional was to be seen. When we were out of the doctor's office I asked Mom, "You were with him a long time. What did he say?" "I'll tell you later. I'm sure the two of you are just as hungry as I am. Hamburgers?" "Oh, yes!!!!" In the fast-food place I got rid of my hunger, but my curiosity remained unsatisfied. And Sarah was even more curious, which was easy to understand. But I could understand Mom, such things are better discussed without people overhearing. Finally we got home. "Mom, now tell us finally!" She looked at the two of us. "Well, I fear that I have...." That introduction was enough to open Sarah's tear ducts. "...fairly good news. At least for Sarah. The psychologist and I agreed that it would be a very bad idea for Sarah to go into a home. And Sarah had already said that in her special case a foster family is probably not to be found. I've been asked by him if I couldn't step into the breach." "And? Don't turn this tension into torture!" "After a clarification of the financial problems I've agreed." "Yippee!" I screamed. Sarah didn't say anything, she simply went on crying. But now you could see from her face that they were tears of joy. "Now don't get too excited, Andrea. There's only a modest amount for clothing, so you will have to help Sarah out, since you're both the same size-" "Not a problem!" "And you will have to sacrifice a lot of free time to help Sarah get along at school." "I'll do it!" I was enthusiastic. "I can go to school again?" Sarah asked in a barely understandable voice. "Yes. We'll try to enrol you at Andrea's school. But now comes the bureauocratic fine print. We'll see how long it lasts." "And who's going to pay for that now?" "The government. It will no doubt get back a part of the cost from Sarah's parents and health insurance, but that's something we don't have to worry about." "Is Sarah going to stay with us forever?" I had stood up and was holding Sarah in a tight hug. Now I had tears in my eyes, too, although I tried to hold them back with all my might. "That can only be read in the stars. Now we can just say that it's for three months." Three months? Oh, who cares? By then everything would be cleared up, and then she would for sure stay here. Mom and I would take care of that, I thought, while I still held Sarah in a firm embrace. ## After we had given our joy free run, Mom said, "Naturally there will have to be a few new rules. Sarah, you will have to take care of chores around the house along with Andrea. Among other stuff for example there are kitchen work and washings." "No problem, I'm used to that. In sensible clothes that can't be so bad." "In addition there will be a few limitations on your freedom of movement. I got the judge's order from the psychologist. You are never to be alone except for being in your room here. Otherwise either Andrea or I are with you or you are in school. Is that clear?" She nodded. "That also means that you'll have to go babysitting together. Mrs. Weber will scarcely want to lay out more money, so the two of you will have to come to some sort of agreement." This time both of us nodded. "Now there is a bunch of forms to be filled out. Sarah, you have to decide how you will be known at school. But no matter how you decide in some documents you will be referred to as Bernd." "Lately I've gotten used to Sarah and I like the name. At least for now I want to remain a girl. Honestly spoken, I don't know if that is forever. My physician told me that I have to see an endodings-" "Endocrinologist," helped Mom. "He will have to examine me in greater detail. Till then I'll just follow the advice of the doctor and leave everything just as it now is." "Do you feel comfortable doing that?" "I've already explained that in detail to the psychologist." "But I would really like to know it, too." "Oh, yes, for sure. My attempt to look like a boy did not go very well. And it was disagreeable with the bandages." "Just comfort shouldn't be decisive in figuring out which gender you're going to live." "Yes, naturally. But if you're not sure, it does play a role, doesn't it? Und even without visible breasts I don't look like the other boys. I know, how it was for a boy like that at my old school, and he didn't have breasts. No, I've already been in school with Andrea and everything went well." "But that's not a sufficient reason to change one's gender." "I haven't changed it either - that was Aunt Sophie. But it depends on how well you feel, doesn't it. Why does Andrea dress like a girl, when she doesn't have to?" No answer came to my mind at the moment, and Mom didn't say anything either. "I tried it, because Andrea looks so satisfied when she is a girl. And it's the same with me, I feel well as a girl, too." "Good, I understand you. But it isn't simple; the bureaucracy always wants to regulate everything down to the finest point. The decision you are now making will not be so easy to change. Now as a girl and a few months again as a boy - that is damned difficult." "I understand. But if I have understood correctly, I cannot at any rate be counted officially as a girl?" "Yes - but you would be entered in the school as a girl. Exactly how, I have to find out later. Maybe we'll cheat a little, too, and not tell anyone, then you may have it significantly easier." "And what will she do for phys-ed? She'll have to change clothes there," I asked. "That shouldn't be a problem. I look like any other girl, breasts and slender waist. And I can hide my penis easily enough, I think." "You think. But somebody can spot something so quickly. No, that won't work. If I have to, then I'll get a certificate and have you excused from phys-ed." "Then it's no problem at all," Sarah proclaimed. "Good. You are in a special situation, because your parents no longer are your guardians. There are practically no files available. With a corresponding confirmation from the police we can try to act as though you have always been a girl." "That sounds good," Sarah agreed. "Not too fast. It can work, but maybe not, too. The fraud can blow up in our faces." "I want to try it anyway. As Sarah I am someone quite different from Bernd, who is not allowed to go to school anymore, or Bernadette. A new chance, and I guarantee you I will not blow it again." "Very adult words. But after what has happened, I believe you. So, then let's fill out all these papers." I looked at the stack. "That looks as though it's going to last a good while," I mentioned. "Yes, you'll have to go to Mrs. Weber without Sarah." ## Next morning Sarah walked into the school administrative office with several folders, while I tormented myself in class. I wasn't quite "with it" in class. In the break Sarah still wasn't to be seen. But Biene did find me. After a terribly necessary kiss she asked, "Well, is your cousin gone again?" Damn, caught again without a cover story. "No, she's staying for awhile. Her parents had an accident and she can't go home." "Oh, is it serious?" "They're dead." At least it wasn't far from the truth. For Sarah it was as though they were dead. I'll really have to be sure I talk to Sarah before Biene sees her. "Damn. Where is Sarah? How is she getting along?" "She's in the principal's office. Since she's going to stay with us for now, she'll go to school here." "When I imagine that my parents were dead - horrible." The bell announced the end of the break. "Gotta go. Till later." Just a fast kiss and Biene went to her class. I went to the office. I'd think of something to say about my being late. Sarah sat in the hallway and was filling out forms. "Still not finished?" I asked. "I had to wait quite a long time, and no one looked in on me. They wanted all kinds of papers that I don't have. I showed them the certificate from the police and no one knew what he was supposed to do. I'd get a form and fill it out, then they decided that that wasn't the right one and gave me another one." "I just spoke with Biene. She wanted to know whether you had left already. I told her that you're going to stay at our house and naturally she wanted to know why. That's why I told her that your parents died in an accident. We've absolutely got to discuss what we're going to tell people." She nodded her agreement. "The secretary asked me things I didn't know. It would be best if you were to clear that up now, then maybe I'll be finished here. Afterwards we can talk before we gto to class." "Good." Sarah had finished her form and we went inside. After a few questions they seemed to be satisfied. Sarah was supposed to come by later to pick up her files. We found for a quiet corner and discussed our story. ## Somehow I didn't feel really comfortable whenever Sarah watched Biene and me kissing. For that reason I was happy that Svenja showed up and the kiss came to an end. "We definitely have to get together, there's so much to talk about," was Svenja's opinion. "That'll be difficult. After babysitting I have to help Sarah come up to snuff with her classwork. Before Friday we just don't have the time." "Was your school so different?" Biene wanted to know. "Yes, especially in natural science." Her aunt hadn't known much about that. "Where do you come from actually?" "From northern Germany," she responded factually. "Yes, I've heard before that the different states are supposed to be different." That was all that Biene needed to know to be satisfied. ## After school we went home, so that I could change for babysitting. Before I did that, I gave Sarah a pair of white cotton tights. "Here, put these on." "Why?" "First, it's cold. Does the word winter mean anything to you? Then you're going to get runs in your nice pantyhose dealing with the children. The last time you were wearing a long skirt." Naturally I had yet another reason. But now I was busy changing myself. The bright red tights went well with the jeans skirt; over that went a sweatshirt with a glittering imprint. I made myself up and then went to Sarah. "Sit down so I can do your pigtails." She agreed. Today I had more time, and so I was much more careful. I drew the part in her hair straight as a string and the plaits were braided close behind her ears. Instead of hair fasteners for each braid I put a small bow at the end. Last of all came her black Mary Janes. I put on my ballerina flats. I looked at Sarah. If she knew, how sweet she looked! Just exactly like a school girl with a pleated red-checked skirt, white blouse and tights and the buckled shoes. And on top of all that the pigtails with the bows. I really should have taken a picture. I was eager to see how Mrs. Weber would react. I didn't look all that different, just a little less sweet. I had pigtails, too, but with the hair fasteners and the jeans skirt it just wasn't the picture you think of as a school girl. I looked a bit more like the nice girl from next door. ## I was very disappointed when Mrs. Weber didn't make any remark about Sarah's appearance. But after all it was obvious that she had seen me in substantially less normal little girl outfits; Sarah's was comparatively everyday. Of course I didn't intend to make use of Sarah's lack of experience any more. That wouln't work much since she saw other girls in school every day. And it wasn't really fair. Sarah relied upon me, and that meant I couldn't go on taking advantage of her. But then I told myself, it wasn't anything so bad. And she looked sooo sweet!!! ## The week was pretty stressful. I helped Sarah catch up with babysitting and then, too, in the evenings till we were simply too tired. It couldn't keep going well; it was simply too much. Mom noticed that, too, and arranged for use to have at least one learning-free day over the weekend. And then finally Saturday came. Sleep your fill -- just magnificent! Toward nine I peeled myself out of bed. Actually still too early, I felt, but I wanted to see what Sarah was doing. The band between us had grown closer and closer. There was just no one, not even Biene and Svenja, with whom I could talk about everything. My breasts for instance. Svenja had been very nice in explaining everything to me, but she was a genuine girl. And for her it was normal to get breasts. In the cases of Sarah and myself it was different. And I didn't even know whether my breasts would stay or not. To me it didn't seem like they had done much recently. I didn't know whether I should be upset about that or happy. In school the sport-bra was a necessary evil. I was always wondering to myself whether it had been discovered. And after school they were much too small; then my breast forms were the necessary evil. ## Whenever Mom came into my room she never knocked. I was plain used to it, so I simply walked into Sarah's room without thinking. In the very moment I opened the door I saw that that it hadn't been a good idea. Sarah lay with her pajama pants pulled down and had one hand on her buttocks. A moment later I saw that she had a syringe in her hand. I was shocked. Sarah looked me directly in the face and remarked: "No, Andrea, not what you think. These are my hormones." "Oh my God, I'd thought...." "Drugs? I'm not the type for that. This is really just my usual hormones. Here, look at the ampoule." She handed me a small glass tube and I read "Estradiol." That told me exactly nothing, but it looked like a medication. "No worry, I believe you. How often do you have to do that? I mean, give yourself a shot; I imagine that is awfully difficult." "It depends on the dose. For me once a week, but there are others, I know from the doctor. It's actually not so hard. But now I've bent the needle from fright; I can forget this syringe." "Why don't you take pills? My hormones are pills." Sarah shrugged her shoulders. "I guess I've just gotten used to it. Had no idea that there were also pills. If there were, then that was just another trick by Aunt Sophie." "What do you mean?" "I never got further in my story. Actually I was happy, too, not to have to be reminded of it. But be that as it may, I absolutely have to tell you the rest. Sophie had a large bag of tricks she used in order to get you to do something. Among others were these injections which from the very beginning I had to give myself, knowing exactly what was in them." "That seems pretty bad to me. I'm always afraid when the doctor gives me shots." "It's not really so bad," Sarah said while she took a new syringe and prepared it. It looked exactly like I've often seen it occur at the doctor's. "These go into your butt. You don't need to aim, it doesn't really matter where they enter. The important thing is that you relax your muscles, otherwise it will hurt." I grabed at my butt. "How do you relax yourself there?" "Let's have a look; we'll do a simulation once. Lie down on the bed." I did that. "No, with your naked butt, otherwise you won't feel it." I pulled down my pajama pants. "See, here is the syringe. Now pay attention, you can feel with your fingers whether the muscles are relaxed, then- NO! What are you doing?" I had intended to feel with my hand, but now my attention was directed to many bodily parts. It was surprisingly difficult. Just before Sarah's outcry I felt a barely perceptible prick. I pulled my hand away again. "What did I do wrong?" I asked confused. "Wrong? Nothing at all! You just gave yourself an injection of hormones!!!" "What?!?!?! I didn't feel anything." "Nice that you can do it so well. But you now have a portion of female hormones inside you." "Aw, shit! Now what's going to happen? Do I have to go to the hospital?" "You can't do anything about it. What's in is in. And I have to get another injection ready." "But - what's going to happen now?" "I'd guess nothing at all. A single injection could scarcely have an effect. In my case it had been going on for many weeks before anything happened." "Do you mean, that won't really do anything?" "What's it supposed to make large? Have breasts grow on you? You have them already." "You think that I should simply not do anything?" "Yes. Calm yourself. The one injection won't do anything - guaranteed. I've already done more than fifty of them and am still alive." Actually a shame, I thought. Breasts a little larger... During the whole week I hadn't noticed any more changes in mine. Sarah began yet another attempt to give herself an injection. Apparently she wasn't particularly adroit in doing this. Well, in my case it had probably been an accidental success. Nevertheless, I asked, "Do you want me to give it to you?" "I - I don't know." But she let the hand with the syringe fall. "Are you afraid of something?" "Naturally not! - Oh crap, what's the use? You're right. It's hurt pretty bad several times and now I'm afraid. Otherwise I'd have been finished a long time ago." "Let me try it. Then you won't have to twist yourself into a pretzel and can relax better." Sarah was skeptical, but I simply took the syringe from her. She allowed it to happen. Then I felt on her buttocks. Totally tensed up. "It has to be relaxed, you told me." I smacked her with the flat of my hand a few times on her buttocks. "Hey!" came the protest. But I could feel how she had relaxed. I had no idea how you were supposed to do this and felt briefly with my hand for a suitable spot, so I could press the needle into a cheek. Went without a hitch. "And, was it OK?" I asked. "Will you stop teasing me now? When are you going to inject me?" She tried to look over her shoulder. "Finished, honest. Here is the empty syringe." Startled, she looked at it. "You're really something. I think you should become a doctor."