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An Allied spy living in a castle in Nazi Germany, I was a man using the
identity of a dead woman and about to spend the day with someone else who
wasn't what he appeared to be.
THE CROSSING - part 6
by BobH
(c) 2015
- 14 -
"So you haven't ridden in a while?" said Gerda, sipping her coffee.
"Not for several years," I answered, truthfully.
"Then it's probably a good idea for you to get in some practice today
while I'm working. I'm sure Hans would be delighted to take you riding.
Fortunately, Friday is the day I catch up on paperwork in my office here
in the castle, so I can help you get ready before I have to dive into
it."
"Will Hans be awake by then?" I asked, sipping my own coffee.
"Oh, I'll make sure he is," chuckled Gerda. "I may have tired the poor
dear out last night, but it's time he got up and faced the day."
Gerda and I were taking breakfast together in the dining room. She had
come down alone and conversation had mostly been the usual girly talk. I
wanted to know more about what I'd witnessed last night, but I didn't
know how or even *if* I should broach the subject with her. She gave no
indication she knew what I'd seen, so perhaps Hans hadn't told her.
When we'd finished our coffees we headed back upstairs, Gerda briefly
popping into her bedroom before joining me in mine.
"Hans was already awake," she said, "and he's agreed to take you riding.
Fortunately, he keeps a wardrobe full of clothing in my room and it
includes a riding outfit, so now we just need to see to yours."
From my closet she took a black low-cut jacket and wide, ankle-length
skirt combination, knee-high leather boots that laced at the front, a
high-collared white blouse with lot of ruffles, and a bolero-style black
hat. She helped me get into these, but before I donned the hat she pulled
my hair back into a curled-under pony tail that she tied off with a bow
of black ribbon who trailing ends reached down to my shoulder blades.
This done, she stepped back and examined me critically.
"Hmm, a bolder lipstick, I think," she said, taking a bright red lipstick
from my dressing table and applying it to my lips.
"Much better," she declared, nodding. "Except for your tan boots,
everything you're wearing is black and white so it needed that slash of
scarlet to set it off. Now you just have to take these and we're done."
She handed me a pair of black leather gloves and a riding crop, then led
me back downstairs to where Hans was waiting for us in the courtyard.
"Good morning, Eva," he said, with a grin. "You look good in that
outfit."
"As do you in yours," I said.
He was attired in dark grey britches, his Wehrmacht boots, a tweed
jacket over a high-collared white shirt, and no hat. Behind him stood our
horses, a tall black stallion for him and a shorter white mare for me. I
was puzzled by the odd design of the saddle on the mare and looked at
Gerda quizzically.
"The ladies of the castle always ride side-saddle," she explained, "which
is what that is - a side saddle. You hook one knee over the special
pommel which is there for that purpose."
The stable boys had placed a small step-stool next to the mare. Hans took
my hand as I climbed this and helped me into the saddle. He then got onto
the stallion by placing one foot in a stirrup, and swinging himself up
into the saddle with a single graceful movement.
"There are supplies in your saddle bags," said Gerda. "Enjoy your day."
We left the castle at a slow canter, riding side by side. The cobbled
streets weren't the ideal surface for the horses so we wouldn't go any
faster until we reached open fields. It felt very strange to be sitting
with both my legs on the same side of the horse, but as soon as I felt
reasonably confident I wasn't about to slip from the saddle I turned to
face Hans.
"About what I saw last night....." I began.
"Not here," he interrupted, "not where there's the possibility of someone
overhearing our conversation. Wait until we're out in open country."
"All right," I said, appreciating the need for caution.
"So, you and Helmut...." he said.
"What about me and Helmut?"
"Gerda tells me you kissed."
"I told Gerda that in confidence."
"You can't blame her for being excited by the news. We've both been
concerned about Helmut since Steffi died, and you could be just what he
needs."
I'd thought perhaps Steffi had just left Helmut, but apparently not. I
wondered if I should pump Hans for more information about her, then
decided against it.
"It was just one kiss," I said.
"So far, yes, but who knows where it might lead? Do you want it to be
more?"
That was the last thing I wanted, but....
"Of course," I said. "Helmut is handsome, charming, and he owns a castle.
What girl wouldn't want more?"
We had by now passed through the village and were heading down the hill
leading to the floor of the valley. Just beyond the railway station the
tracks were crossed by a dirt road leading to a wooden bridge that forded
the river. On the other side of the bridge were open fields and here,
finally, we were able to urge our horses into a steady gallop. Despite
being trussed up in this ridiculous female outfit and not yet fully
comfortable riding side-saddle, it was exhilarating and I found myself
laughing. I felt free for possibly the first time since being captured
after my aircraft went down.
It was five or six miles from one side of the valley to the other, and
only when we had slowed again and were climbing the wooded slopes of the
opposite side did I put my question to Hans again.
"About what I saw last night....."
"My breasts, you mean," he chuckled.
"So you're a woman?"
"Of course."
"Then why the masquerade? Are you really an officer in the Wehrmacht?"
"I am. Women have been going off to war dressed as men for centuries. I'm
just the latest in a long line."
"But why?"
"Because I wanted to fight for my country. I'm no fan of the Nazis, but
beyond that I'm not at all political. What I am is a patriot. If we were
going to war, for whatever reason, I wanted to do my bit. And to me
'doing my bit' meant more than just being support staff as part of some
'women's auxilliary'. No, I wanted to see action, and only men are sent
to the front. Thankfully I'm tall, have a small backside, and look
convincing as a man. It also helps that Wehrmacht officers have to buy
their own uniforms. Clever tailoring helps sell the illusion. The only
problem is my breasts. Having to bind them is a real pain."
"How did you pass your army medical?" I asked, intrigued. "Surely they'd
have noticed you were a woman?"
"Almost certainly - if I'd actually taken the medical. I got my brother
to take it for me and we switched places afterwards with no one any the
wiser."
"You do look amazing as a man," I said, enviously. "I'd never have
guessed you weren't."
"And you look just as amazing as a woman," said Hans, running his eyes
over me appreciatively. "I'd never have guessed *you* weren't if Gerda
hadn't told me."
Ah, so he *did* know. I hadn't been entirely sure.
"You and she...."
"Have been lovers since we were teenage girls together in boarding
school. I used to stay at the castle with her family most summer
holidays, too."
"Wait, so everyone in town recognizes you? Does that mean they all know
you're a woman?"
"God, no!" he laughed - it was impossible to think of him as 'she'. "When
I came to stay it was as Gerda's boyfriend Hans, not her schoolmate
Hanna. That was the first time I became Hans, the first time I truly felt
comfortable as myself. The breast-binding was a small price to pay for
that feeling, though it meant I had to pretend to a certain body-shyness,
of course. However hot it got I could hardly go shirtless like other
boys. The Countess -Hans and Gerda's mother - was delighted that at least
one of her children was showing an interest in the opposite sex. If she
only knew...."
"What happened to her?"
"She died not long after the twins turned twenty one. It was almost as if
she was hanging on until they reached the age of majority before letting
go so that she could be with her husband the Count again. She had never
stopped mourning him and...ah, we're here."
"Here?" I said, confused. "Were we heading somewhere in particular?"
He swung off his horse, hitched it to a tree, then came over and helped
me down from my mount. His strong hands gripping my waist, he
effortlessly lowered me to the ground then hitched the mare next to his
steed. The two immediately began chewing the grass at the edge of what
was a small, level meadow maybe twenty five feet square jutting out from
the slope beside the wooded trail we were climbing. It gave a superb view
across the valley.
"Very popular picnic spot," said Hans, reaching into his saddle bags and
pulling out a bottle of wine, two glasses, and some long bread rolls
stuffed with cold cuts of ham, "and if we manage to go riding with Helmut
and Gerda while I'm here it's almost certainly where we'll come."
We sat down at the edge of the level area, which terminated in a steep,
grassy slope and gazed across the valley at Rumstahl. The castle looked
tiny from this distance. Hans poured the wine out and handed me a roll.
He immediately got stuck into his own with gusto, laughing at my raised
eyebrow.
"I missed out on breakfast, remember," he said.
Since I now had my figure to consider, I cut my own bread roll in two and
gave one half to him. We ate in silence for a while, enjoying the view,
until Hans said:
"Even as a child, I was always far more interested in boy's things than
the stuff that is supposed to appeal to girls, and all my friends were
boys. Whenever a boy tried to stop me from joining in because I was a
girl I would fight him and win, after which it wasn't an issue any more.
I was always big for my age, always being mistaken for a boy anyway, and
I grew up looking like this, like a man. Meeting you I have to wonder if
maybe how we look says something deeper about who we really are."
"How do you mean?"
"You're a man yet you look like a girl, and you've ended up living as
one. Gerda tells me that as a child you envied girls their dolls and
their pretty dresses, and as you got older your need to express your
femininity by putting on make-up and wearing women's clothing became
overwhelming. You're also sexually attracted to other men, just as I am
to other women."
"Perhaps we're just Mother Nature's little joke," I said. "Perhaps I
should really look like you and you like me."
If only.
"Except that I'm happy as I am," he said. "My masculinity is as much a
part of me as your femininity is of you. We wouldn't be who we are
without them. If this is how God made us then this is how He wanted us to
be, and we should accept that. After all, who are we to question His
design?"
- 15 -
Two days later was Sunday, my first since arriving at the castle, and I
found myself walking down the hill to morning service at the village
church with Hans and Gerda. He was clad in his uniform and had one of us
on each arm. Gerda and I were both wearing sober skirt suits, wide-
brimmed hats, and subdued make-up that she deemed suitable for the
occasion. She and Hans had spent all day yesterday locked in her room
having sex, with meals being sent up to them. As a result the first I'd
seen of either of them in almost thirty six hours was at breakfast this
morning. I'd had all of yesterday to myself, but I hadn't really known
what to do with it. With Helmut still in Berlin there was no point spying
on his office from the secret passage. I spent hours reading a book and
drinking coffees outside the cafe on the village square while hoping Mark
Benton might want to make contact with me. He didn't. Which meant I had
no way of knowing if anything had yet resulted from the Peenemunde intel
I'd given him. Back at the castle I'd half-heartedly spent a while honing
my make-up skills in my room, ultimately calling it a day and having an
early night.
Being Church of England I'd never actually attended a Catholic service
before so it was interesting to compare the differences. The priest,
Father Gunther, gave a sermon about the importance of chastity and how
sex between a man and a woman should only take place within the confines
of a marriage, then asked us to join him in praying for 'our' troops.
Afterwards we all took communion, another first for me, and at some point
in there Hans and Gerda each went in to the confessional. I bet they
didn't tell Father Gunther what they'd been up to yesterday. In fact, on
reflection I have to wonder if maybe someone at the castle had informed
him Gerda had spent all day Saturday in bed with her boyfriend and that
this was his way of expressing his disapproval.
Looking around me a saw a lot of familiar faces, among them Captain Wendt
the policeman, Franz the cafe owner, and Frau Engelmann the postmistress
and Nazi party recruiter. She was there with her husband, a small, thin,
mouse of a man, but kept glancing across at Hans and looking him up and
down hungrily. Had she started drooling I would not have been surprised
since she obviously saw him as a vision of Aryan male perfection. I had
no doubt she'd be appalled if she discovered it was another woman she was
ogling, a thought which amused me no end. Then again, I was attracting
similarly lustful looks from a number of the men in the church, something
I found considerably less amusing and which made me feel very
uncomfortable.
Outside the church after the service, we had to stop and talk to various
villagers who botton-holed us. There were those who wanted to chat to Dr
von Rumstahl about their ailments and so snagged Gerda, giggling girls
who just wanted to be near dashing and handsome Wehrmacht officer Hans,
and one or two young men who wanted to flirt with me. It took a while but
eventually we were able to all head back up the hill to the castle.
Helmut's train had been scheduled to get in midway through the church
service. This meant he was almost certainly already back at the castle.
Given the last time I'd seen him he'd kissed me, I had butterflies
dancing the can-can in my stomach. I had no idea what would happen next
and I was more nervous than I used to be before a night-time bombing
raid.
To our surprise Helmut was waiting for us in the courtyard. He was
dressed in his riding gear. Behind him the castle's four horses were
saddled and ready to go.
"You're all looking well," he said, smiling at me, "but it's too nice a
day to miss another minute of. So let's go riding."
"It's good to see you, Helmut," said Hans, playfully punching his
shoulder. "I'm happy to ride in my uniform but the ladies will need to
change."
In my room I donned the same outfit I'd worn riding two days earlier,
including the bright red lipstick. When I returned to the courtyard I saw
that Gerda was identically attired. Clearly, this was the regulation
riding outfit for ladies of the castle.
We set off riding two abreast with Helmut and Hans in front, Gerda and me
behind. I stared at Helmut's back as he laughed at some joke Hans had
told him, filled with trepidation. To take my mind off what night lie
ahead I turned to Gerda. There was something I needed to know.
"Did Hans tell you what I saw the night he arrived?" I asked.
"Of course," she said, with a smile. "He told me not to let on and to see
if you brought it up at breakfast the next day. I could tell you wanted
to, but you never did. Spending all that time in England seems to have
given you some of their famous reserve."
"Perhaps. But, you and Hans...."
"You're not the only one attracted to strong, commanding, manly types. I
just like those strong, commanding, manly types to be women. People have
wondered why neither Helmut or I have married yet; now you know. However,
I do want the respectability of marriage. So I need to find a wealthy man
who won't make any demands of me in the bedroom and is happy for me to
satisfy my own needs in that area with other women."
I couldn't help notice she'd said 'women', plural. Did that mean she was
thinking of life without Hans, or was I reading too much into this?
When we crossed the wooden bridge and got to the countryside on the other
side of the river we were able to break into a gallop once again.
However, this wasn't enough for Hans and Helmut who decided to race each
other to the opposite side of the valley, leaving Gerda and I trailing
way behind.
"Men!" said Gerda, shaking her head ruefully.
She had a point. If I hadn't been playing the part I was I'd have been in
that race, too.
Hans and Helmut were waiting for us when we got to the meadow and had put
down blankets and laid out a picnic. As we brought our horses to a halt
they came over to us, Hans helping Gerda from her mount, Helmut helping
me from mine. When my feet touched the ground Helmut's hands remained
around my waist, my hands on his chest. I raised my eyes to his and then
we were kissing. This time there were tongues and I offered no
resistance, giving every appearance of matching his passion.
"Well," said Helmut, when we came up for air, "that was certainly worth
waiting for!"
"Yes, it was," I replied, having no choice but to agree with him and glad
that none of my mates from Stalag Luft XII had seen this.
I glanced over at Hans and Gerda, who most definitely had seen it. She
was in his arms and they both had big smiles on their faces. Gerda gave
me a little nod of approval, happy for us both. Helmut took my hand and
led me over to the blankets where our picnic awaited., and we had a long,
leisurely lunch.
Later he sat with his back against a tree while I lay with my head in his
lap and he gently stroked my head. I decided the time was right to probe
Helmut a little.
"How was Berlin?" I asked, hoping to glean something of use to London.
"Tedious," he replied. "Just meeting after meeting with bloody
bureaucrats."
I could tell there was more to it than that, but decided it would be
premature to push it.
"Tell me about Steffi," I said instead.
"What do you know about her?"
"Only that she was the same size as me since all her clothes fit me, that
you loved her, and that she died."
Helmut stared into the middle distance, gathering his thoughts.
"Steffi was like you," he said, "very pretty, very feminine, and born a
boy. And yes, I loved her. Very much. When she died it felt like someone
had torn out a piece of my soul."
"What happened?" I asked gently, seeing the pain on his face.
"An aneurisym, completely out of the blue. Gerda did all she could, but
there was no saving Steffi. She's buried in the churchyard under her
birth name: Rudolf Schumacher."
"'Schumacher? Then the real Eva Scumacher...."
"Was Steffi's sister. The pair were orphaned as children and she, being a
year older, looked out for Steffi when they were young. They fell out in
their late teens and went their separate ways, but Eva was still shocked
to hear of Steffi's death. She came to see us and we naturally put her up
in the castle while she was here. She had been unaware Rudolf had become
Steffi and was furious when, somewhat foolishly, we told her. She accused
us of leading her brother astray and stole some photos of him and me
together that were highly incriminating."
"That's what was in the envelope!" I said, realisation dawning.
"Yes. She was going to turn them over to Albrecht Grost of the Gestapo
and have me arrested."
"Have you put them somewhere safe now?"
"No, I've destroyed them," he said. "Sadly, as long as such things can
get us killed people like us daren't risk keeping the same precious
reminders that others can. Thanks to you I avoided having to learn that
the hard way."
I looked over to where Gerda and Hans lay entwined on their blanket,
gazing into each other's eyes, and thought about that 'people like us'. I
wasn't like them. I was just someone playing a part. But was what they
were, what they did, really so terrible? This was a new thought for me.
All my life I'd accepted the prejudices of my time and my society when it
came to 'queers', but what I was seeing here wasn't depravity. It was
love. And could love between adults ever deserve the persecution and even
death that awaited them if that love was made public?
When it was time to leave we bundled everything up and Helmut took my
hand and walked me over to my horse. Another long, lingering kiss
followed before he helped me up onto the side-saddle. We rode back slowly
to Castle Rumstahl, savouring the late afternoon sun, only this time
Gerda rode alongside Hans and I rode alongside Helmut. He and I shared
many sideways glances, laughs, and smiles, flirting as we rode. It was
the acting performance of my life. Outside I might appear happy, but
inside I knew a line had been crossed in that sleepy meadow.
Like it or not, I was now Helmut's girlfriend.
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To be continued
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