Lil’ Dyke in Wulf’s Clothing, Part 1

by Pulsar

(Creepy Carla sits on the couch, ‘punked out’ in a black miniskirt and spiked heels, holding an X-box control.) Oh…. Hello there kiddies! Welcome back to my lair! Just playing a little game. Actually, all these techno-toys belong to Freaky Frank, my kid brother! But I’ve locked him in the cellar to write me some more stories! Ehh-he-he-he! And speaking of which, how many of you spoiled brats out there have toys like these, eh? How many of you bought all your preppy clothes with Mommy’s credit card? And how many of you then like to cry all the time about how bad your life sucks in your nice big yuppie house? Oh, boo-hoo! Alas, my hanky is dry! Well, kiddies, perhaps then you’d like to trade places with our heroine in tonight’s tawdry tale! (Opens her book) She grew up in a less-simpler time with no malls, MTV, internet, or en-vogue fashions. It was a place called Nazi Germany! Perhaps you’d like to walk a mile in her shoes in a tale called….

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“Lil’ Dyke in Wulf’s Clothing”

Dresden, Germany- 1944

Tears rolled down my cheeks as my mother cut my hair. It never bothered me that I wasn’t the prettiest girl in Dresden but my long sandy hair was where my beauty was. For my thirteen years of life, my hair had been Mother’s toy for her to comb, style and adorn with ribbons, barrettes and bands. But now it all lay in piles on the old wooden floor of our humble flat four stories above the street. Try as I might to sit quietly, I sniffled as the tears escaped my eyes.

“Shhhh,” whispered Mother, “try to be quiet! I don’t want anyone to think we’re home!” And with that, she finished snipping around my ears with the scissors. Then, she combed it into a part. “That should do it,” she said without emotion. “You should easily pass for a boy now.” And what happened next did not make me feel any better. She brought me the boy’s clothes to try on… a ‘Hitler Youth’ uniform to be exact, sized nearly to fit me. And so I had to put on that cursed uniform— shirt, short pants, knee-socks and all. “Stand up,” ordered Mother. “Let’s have a look at you!”

And so I rose from the old wooden chair and Mother led me to her full-length antique mirror. I swallowed hard at the reflection staring back at me. Where once stood a skirt-clad girl with long hair tied in pink ribbons now stood a stranger in a boy’s uniform with very short masculine hair. The shorts were just loose enough to hide my hips that were beginning to curve. The length left at least half of my bare thighs exposed. But once I caught a glimpse of the swastikas on the sleeves, I began to cry. I was no longer a semi-pretty girl! I was a boy!

Now, I had two secrets to hide from the world. One, that I was really a girl, and the second… that I was a flaming lesbian— a scorching little dyke to the core! I had known for several years now that I was rainbow gay! I was hard and hot for pretty little girls. I had never told mother… or anyone of my feelings. So far, all I could do was occasionally cop an innocent feel from my classmates, and then go home to masturbate profusely into many an explosive orgasm over it. But wearing boys’ clothes was never part of my kink.

And I had known this very day would come. For months I knew I’d eventually lose my ‘girl-hood’ and have to be dressed as a boy. I had a task before me now. My mission: to smuggle Joseph and Ellie, the children of the Eisens, (a Jewish family hiding in the attic) out of Dresden all the way to Kiel. And only a boy in a Hitler Youth uniform could pull it off! Once my ‘Uncle Albert’ had written that covert letter to Mother that time was ripe, my fate was sealed. Tomorrow morning I’d be on my way out!

In fact, I never even knew I had an Uncle Albert, but Mother said he was a captain in the Luftwaffe and time had come for his carefully-planned defection to England. And I was to go with him, along with those Jewish escapees. He had sent forged travel passes. It was the only way my Mother knew how to get me out of Nazi Germany… and out of harm’s way of Allied bombings.

But as she stared at me in my boy’s uniform, Mother could only sigh. “Oh dear! I’m afraid this won’t do,” she protested as she studied me from all angles. “Those bare knees of yours are far too pretty! You’ll never make it past the checkpoints…” She paced about the room. “No… wait. Maybe not. Joseph is only eleven and he has the prettiest knees… but… we can’t take any chances!” And so she fetched the chunk of concrete she had been using for a doorstop. “Sit down, sweetie,” she coaxed as I complied. And so she took my right leg, bent my knee tight, and began to grind the chunk of concrete against it.

“Oooow!” I cried as I jerked my knee away. “That hurts!”

“Yes dear, it’s going to hurt a lot! Just be brave and try to keep quiet!” said Mother with sorrow in her voice as she grabbed my leg again. And so I grit my teeth as I had to sit still while mother scraped and scratched up both of my knees. I cried the whole time because it hurt so much. Although she went easy on the left knee, the right one bled all over! But once done, I had to endure the stinging alcohol before mother patched my right knee with gauss. Once I looked in the mirror again, what little beauty there was to my bare legs was now gone! Once again, I cried!

Finally, Mother broke down and cried too. She held me close to her and squeezed me tight in her arms as she wept, attempting to comfort me after all she had put me through. “Oh Ingrid!” she said as she sobbed. “No matter what you see in the mirror, you’ll always be my beautiful baby girl! All that’s beautiful about you still remains! But I must see that you survive and have a better world for yourself, even if it costs me my own life!”

“Oh, Mama! I don’t want to leave you,” I whined as I wept. “I wanna stay with you! I don’t wanna go!”

“I don’t want that either,” said Mother, “but you’re my only baby and I must see that you come through at all costs!” And so she kissed me gently on my tear-stained cheeks. “If I never see you again after tomorrow, remember that I love you very much… more than anything else. You’re my precious little baby girl!”

“Oh Mama!” was all I could say as I held on to her like a small frightened child. I soaked her blouse with my tears, feeling nothing like a Hitler Youth boy who supposedly never cries.

Once we finally released each other, Mother lead me out of her small bedroom and into the main living room. There sat the Eisens waiting nervously on the couch. “Here is my son Rolf!” she said quietly. “He will see your children safely out of Germany. The travel arrangements have been made!”

Mrs. Eisen gave me a look of horror over my uniform, but Mr. Eisen held her close to comfort her. “How do you do?” I said, my budding adolescent voice sounding that of a pre-pubescent boy. “Never mind the uniform… it’s the only way I can get them out.”

“See, Marta, it’s just a ruse,” said Mr. Eisen to his wife, which only calmed her a little.

But I looked at their children. There was the fore-mentioned Joseph, their eleven-year-old boy who sat there in his best clothes… a short-pants suit, long gray socks, and a hat almost too big for his head. I felt a little better seeing him showing some leg as well. As I quickly studied his knees and smooth bare thighs, I realized mother was right! His legs were ever bit as pretty as any girl’s his age, and his pointy kneecap stuck way out on one leg that was stretched out from where he sat. His other foot sat resting on the couch with his knee bent tightly as he stared back at me while scratching the side of his bent knee.

And then there was Ellie, their ten-year-old daughter in an old blue dress now too small for her, thus leaving most of her baby-soft bare legs exposed. Her legs were shiny as if they’d just been oiled. Apparently, all the walking they had done for the last few years evading the Nazis had left her legs well-toned and defined like that of a little ballerina.

Seeing little Ellie there in her short dress did nothing to calm my now-throbbing bud beneath my unseen boyish underwear! And now my job was to see them both safely to England. And as I stared at those long slender bare legs of hers, I made up my mind that once we were in a safe-house for refugee children… Ellie would be mine!

But suddenly, a boisterous ‘Clop- clop- clop!’ of marching boots in the streets below interrupted my erotic daydream. Mother always demanded silence whenever the army or the S.S. would march by. But once the sound faded, we could relax again. And so I sat down on the arm of the couch next to her in an attempt to calm her. That poor girl melted my heart. “Don’t worry Ellie,” I said in a soft voice, hardly masculine. “I’ll protect you. We’re going on a trip tomorrow to a better place… you and your brother!” With that, I reached out to stroke her silky hair. And in spite of my lust for girls, I found it a pity that Joseph was a boy. If a girl had legs like his, I’d be all over her.

But we soon bid each other goodnight. The Eisens returned to the attic after being fed and I to my room. I nonchalantly took a good look up Ellie’s short little dress as she climbed the rope ladder back into hiding. After which, I finally retired to my bedroom. Once behind closed doors, I climbed into bed and rubbed myself into an explosive orgasm with fantasies of Ellie running through my mind. As I came hard and fast, I just knew that Ellie must be mine once this was all over!

I slept deep after such a volcanic climax, but Mother woke me before the sun rose. She fixed me one last breakfast while I dressed into my uniform. The flat was cold and my poor knees felt frozen, but at least they didn’t hurt anymore from last night’s abuse. But after a quick breakfast, Mother took me and the two Eisen children down the stairs to the street below.

The cool morning air stabbed my knees. I was wearing an overcoat but it didn’t quite cover my bare kneecaps. But I said nothing. I remembered that from now on, I’m Rolf! I’m a boy! Boy’s don’t cry! Soon Mother and I, along with Joseph and Ellie boarded a bus for the rail depot in central Dresden. Although the sun was barely rising, the rail station was somewhat crowded. Many military men of the Wehrmacht were waiting for trains, as well as some troupes of Hitler Youth. As we stood in line with our luggage, Mother bent down to whisper to us, “Remember kids… don’t cry! You mustn’t cry. Don’t speak unless you have too!”

“Yes Mommy,” I whispered back.

Finally, Mother presented our travel passes to the officer on the platform. He looked us three kids over rather thoroughly… especially me, being clad in the Hitler Youth uniform. “What happened to your knees?” he asked sternly.

“Happened on drill, sir!” I replied with military demeanor.

“Ah ha,” he replied. “Und did you cry, little boy?”

“Nein, Herr Kommandant!” I said.

“Good,” he said back with an evil grin. “You have plenty more scrapes to come!”

“Jawohl!” I replied.

“Here’s your papers, you’re cleared to Kiel! Heil Hitler!”

“Heil Hitler!” I replied with the Nazi salute.

And thus mother led us three kids out onto the platform to board our coach. “You performed very well Ingr… uh… Rolf!” she whispered. “I’m proud of you!” And with that, she gave me one final hug. “My baby… my beautiful baby…” but she was so choked up, she couldn’t speak for a few moments. “Shhhh! Remember, no crying.”

“But Mama, you’re crying!”

“It’s a mother’s right,” she mumbled. “Go now! Remember… I love you so much!” And with that, we broke off our embrace.

And so I took the Eisen children and coaxed them onto the coach. Once inside, I found some seats at the back that faced each other. I motioned Ellie to take a seat against the window so I could ‘guard’ her on the aisle. Joseph sat across from us looking me in the eye. We waited for quite a while as other passengers boarded, all a mixture of civilian and military personnel. But finally, we heard the steam whistle whine. With a sudden jerk, the train pulled out of the station heading down the rails northwest for Hamburg.

Although the car was heated by steam pipes, it was far from cozy. And so I pulled Ellie close to me, encouraging her to snuggle to keep herself warm. I could see she wasn’t too comfortable in her little blue dress with all that leg exposed, yet she remained quiet the whole time. Joseph sat still as a statue as the train rumbled over the German countryside. And so we all mainly just stared into space, remembering mother’s words not to speak unless we had to.

But as the journey wore on, I gradually had Ellie with her head on my bare thighs, her body in a fetal position on the seat. I stared down at her bare legs curled up and slowly worked my hand closer. Finally, I let my fingertips brush against that soft smooth flesh. She hardly moved a muscle as my hand slowly glided across the side of her bare leg. She remained frozen in time and space in her position. And thus for many minutes I ran my hand up and down the side of her thigh. By now, my throbbing cunny had soaked the panties I was wearing beneath the boyish underwear. I could feel the hot blood rushing through my veins as my hand trembled. I kept rubbing her leg, wondering just how I’d get into her panties once the trip was over. I heard her breathing grow heavier at the sensation of my hand, yet she never once said a word.

Finally, I grew bolder than ever before. I reached for the hem of her dress and very slowly and very gently pulled it up until a portion of her panties were exposed. Then, I continued to caress the side of her leg, this time gently tracing my finger along her panties. I felt her cringe at the sensation as her leg and arms broke out in goose pimples.

‘Ja!’ I thought. ‘She’s mine! Once I get her alone, I’ll get under those panties and stay there ‘till my fingers are soaked with her cum!’ And so I gently continued to caress her leg about her panty line. But suddenly, I felt Joseph tap my knee with his foot. “Stop that!” he said.

Busted! I had forgotten where we were. I had forgotten everything. I was so caught up in the moment, it felt as if Ellie and I were the only two people alive in the world. But suddenly, I snapped back to reality. “I’m not hurting her!” I said as my face blushed with chagrin. “Just trying to keep her calm for the trip.”

But Joseph frowned. “You’re not a very tough boy,” he said. “You’re too lovey-dovey! You’re acting more like a mother!”

“Shhh!” I said. “Just keep quiet,” I whispered. “Remember where you are, and who’s on this train.”

Poor Ellie didn’t say a word. She took no sides between her brother and me. She just laid there with her head on my lap. I could feel her trembling. But Joseph seemed somewhat upset. “You should have been a girl, Rolf,” he whispered. Naturally, I’m sure any ‘real’ boy would have been insulted, but as a girl, I found his remarks rather flattering. Yet I knew I must maintain my cover.

“Why should I be a girl?” I asked rather curtly.

“You’re legs are too pretty for a boy!” he retorted.

“Well… so are yours,” I snapped back. “And your knees aren’t even skinned!”

“So?”

“So?” I finally stopped talking, realizing this could go on forever and the last thing I wanted was to be noticed.

For some reason though, Joseph leaned forward to speak quietly, even though the ride was quite noisy with the constant ‘clunk-clunk; clunk-clunk;’ on the rails. “Can I take the patch off your knee?” he asked.

“Why?”

“I wanna see how bad you hurt it.”

“It’s not bad,” I replied.

“Let me take it off,” he begged. “I’ll be careful.”

“Well… okay,” I replied. And so he carefully reached for the tape. It pulled my skin at first and made me wince in pain, but I had to act like a tough boy. And so he quickly yanked the tape to make the pain short-lived. Soon, the wound Mother had inflicted last night was exposed. It didn’t look as bad as I had feared. It was mainly just a big red splotch of raw skin.

“It looks okay,” he said. “Does it still hurt?”

“Only a little,” I mumbled.

“It’s hard to believe you skinned it that bad without crying!” I could only grin, figuring that what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. He put his finger on the skin right next to the wound, but carefully avoided the wound itself. As promised, he was gentle and drew light circles on my kneecap around the wound, being ever so careful to not touch it. He seemed to drift off into a dreamy state as he studied my injury. “I remember this cute girl in my class,” he said as he tickled my kneecap. “She always wore short dresses and her legs looked like yours. One day she fell on the pavement and cried something awful! The teacher fixed her bloody knee, but I wanted so bad to do it. I wanted to kiss her!” Then suddenly to my surprise, he bent down to kiss my wound. I was shocked. The sensation sent a chill up my spine and caused my leg to break out into goose bumps. But I also worried about him.

“What are you doing?” I asked with suspicion.

“Oh… uh… sorry I…” I could tell he was quite embarrassed himself now, once he realized what he had done. “Well, I… well… I guess I wondered what it would be like!”

“I see,” I replied with disbelief. But I suppose his story was true. I almost confessed to him then and there that I was a girl. But I figured not even Joseph should know. Better he think I’m a boy for now until this ‘mission’ was over. Besides, it wouldn’t do him any good anyway, being that I’m into girls and not boys. “Well.. besides… you’re legs look more girlish than mine anyway!”

With that, he looked down at his own bare thighs left exposed by his short pants. “Are you sure?” he asked as he nervously rubbed his hands up and down over his own legs and knees, almost as if he thought it a compliment.

“Yeah… I’m quite sure, Joseph. Now be quiet! It’s a long way to Kiel!”

And after a while, the train stopped in Leipzig. I was relieved to see some of the soldiers getting off, especially the officers, yet several others boarded in their place. I stood up to stretch my legs along with the two Eisen children. But when we sat down, Joseph made it a point to sit by me. He placed Ellie across from us and covered her with his overcoat to keep her warm. Once again, I felt dirty as he seemed to be protecting her from my lustful hands. And when fifteen minutes passed, the train pulled out of the station once again for the countryside.

Now that I was sitting next to Joseph, I had nothing to do but close my eyes and dream my own dreams. Visions of my cute classmates ran through my mind, all of them in their short school skirts. In my mind, I did anything and everything I wanted to them. I dreamt of Klara lying next to me in bed, our bodies cuddled against one another after making some passionate lesbian love. My hand glided over her nice bare thigh as she softly moaned. “Oh, Klara, you are sooooo pretty and smooth,” I whispered to her. “If only I could spend all day teasing that little Bavarian flower of yours.”

“Ja, mein schatzie!” she said with a smile.

Oh, I loved the way her bare flesh felt on my fingertips as I glided my hand back and forth. I caressed and squeezed her bare leg. It seemed so real. But suddenly I opened my eyes… only to find it WAS real! (Well.. almost real) To my horror, I realized I had my hand on Joseph’s smooth bare leg. In his sleep, he had stretched his left leg out and hooked his knee over my right leg. And in my sleep, I had begun to fondle his knee and thigh, which felt ever bit as smooth as his sister Ellie’s. ‘Oh my God!’ I thought. ‘What am I doing? What would people think if they saw me... a ‘boy’ doing this?’ I was in a near panic. I turned to look at his face. He was leaning against the window with his mouth hanging open with an occasional snore, his head slowly rocking with the motions of the train. Quickly, I pulled my coat over my lap so anyone passing down the aisle wouldn’t see. But in spite of everything, my throbbing bud was still tingling and yearning. Nevertheless, I gently pushed on his knee to get him to move it without waking him up. But his thick bones and strong thigh muscles resisted. “C’mon move,” I whispered as I gently prodded him. But he must have been in a deep sleep because he occasional let out a snore that could be heard over the noisy train.

Finally, against my character, I began to tickle his kneecap by moving my fingertips gently like a spider. He flinched once as he rocked his head, but his eyes stayed closed. He then picked up his knee from my thigh. Then, his hand went down to scratch his knee, before he settled down once again, his heavy leg right across my thigh. ‘Damn it!’ I said under my breath… yes, most unlady-like! I took a deep breath as my hand fell down on his strong but pre-pubescent girlish bare thigh in resignation. And so for kicks, I gave him a little squeeze and rub, but only because I imagined him as a pretty girl! I felt his flesh break out into goose bumps for a moment as he flexed his knee in reaction. But in spite of that warm flesh, I decided I wanted him out of my personal space. But still… he was such a pretty boy. I could love him like a cousin or brother… but no more than that. And so, I gently began to slap his thigh. “Get off of me!” I protested.

Suddenly, he stirred from his deep slumber. “Huh… oh….!” He began to stutter out of sheer embarrassment. “What the…”

“Why’d you put your leg on me?” I asked, pretending to be irate.

“I didn’t… I mean… I was asleep. How could I know?” he stammered. “I’m sore! I wish there was enough room to stretch out.”

“Well… there isn’t… so quit wishing!” I said with a grin.

And so he sat back up with his feet back on the floor. Poor kid. He seemed somewhat embarrassed as he covered himself with his coat again. He stared at Ellie who lie sleeping on the opposite seat by herself, before leaning to whisper to me. “Why were you rubbing my leg?” he asked quietly.

“Huh…you mean… you were awake?”

He laughed. “Not really,” he said as he finally removed his leg from my lap. “I actually thought your hands were Mum’s at first!”

“Well… I was dreaming,” I said.

“Oh really,” replied Joseph. “And what about?”

“Girls!” I snapped in perfect honesty. “And if your little boy legs weren’t so pretty and smooth, I wouldn’t have made the mistake!”

And so he leaned against the window with an embarrassed kind of smile to continue his own nap as the noisy train sped over the rails. “I did beg Mum to give me long trousers for the trip, but Mummy wouldn’t hear of it,” he said. “But at least I know now that the girl you wind up with will be a lucky fraulein!”

“Oh, how’s that?” I asked.

“Well… you’re good at rubbing legs,” he said. “Felt nice!” With that, he covered himself with his overcoat and closed his eyes again, now into a world unto himself. I don’t know if he was complimenting me, or trying to embarrass me as a boy. Nevertheless, my crotch began to tingle and yearn again. At least I knew I still had it in me. And that boosted my confidence for my ability to make Ellie melt in my hands once we were out of Deutchland. But still, I had touched a boy’s bare leg. Eeeew! But it was nice and smooth but still… Eeeew! And so I decided to stare over at Ellie sleeping on the seat, looking sweet and delicious as ever in her little short blue dress.

After a while, the train rolled into Hanover for a stop. I took one look at our travel passes and realized this was where we had to change trains to take the north-bound for Hamburg, and then finally Kiel. And so we each grabbed our bags and followed the crowd of passengers down the aisle, down the steps and onto the bustling platform. “Now stay right by me!” I ordered. Thus I threw Ellie’s bag over my shoulder and held her hand tightly. “Now I mean it! Stay together!”

And so we fought our way through the crowd and into the large station. There was a mixture of civilian and military personnel. Many of them appeared to be refugees fleeing from bombed cities. Troupes of uniformed Hitler Youth also swarmed by us as we searched for a kiosk. We were surrounded with a sea of shorts-clad bare knees, all skinned and bruised like mine. I guess Mother knew what she was doing. Then, a small troupe of Hitler Youth girls came by, all in rather short skirts, all giggling and seeming rather proud of themselves. And naturally, I looked! So did Joseph. “I really need a girlfriend!” he mumbled.

‘Hmmm, so do I!’ I thought. But I grabbed Joseph by the arm. “There are no girlfriends for you here!” I warned. “Let’s go!”

But soon a helmet-clad Gestapo agent tapped me on the shoulder. I nearly fainted, yet knew I had to remain calm. “Travel passes!” he demanded.

“Jawohl!” I replied as I searched my bag. I produced the papers and handed it proudly to him. He looked them over for a few moments.

“This is not right!” he said. “You three must come with me!”

Instantly, the Eisen children began to tremble. I feared they’d panic and blow our cover. Nonetheless, I tried to remain calm. “We will go with him!” I said. And so he escorted us through the crowd and into a small office where the Gestapo had a small post at the rail station. He led us through a cramped front office where a rather homely-looking fraulein sat in a uniform, pecking at a typewriter. Then, he led us into the next office where a rather fat captain sat behind a desk.

“Herr Captain! Here they are!” said the sergeant as he handed them my papers.

“Very well, you are dismissed!”

“Jawohl!”

The captain looked over my documents, and then back at us three children. “Well…well… well…” he said sarcastically. “So Uncle Albert of the Luftwaffe orders his nephew to join him at the airfield in Kiel! Isn’t that a little… unusual?”

“Nein! It’s my orders, Herr Captain!” I replied, “signed by Kommandant VonGreer!”

“Yes, I see!” snapped the Captain. “But is this really Kommandant VonGreer’s signature? Ja? Nein?”

“It was sent to me like that,” I assured the captain.

“Well, maybe I should call the airfield in Kiel and ask Herr Kommandant personally if he signed such order. Of course, if he did not, then your travel plans will be altered… to somewhere in Poland I’m afraid!” And as he reached for his phone, I nearly wet in my uniform shorts! I swore it was the end!

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(Creepy Carla is holding a cell phone) “Huh? No, this is not the airfield at Kiel! Wrong number, skinhead!” (hangs up phone) Hmmmm, terrifying, isn’t it! It looks as if our heroine’s cross-dressing caper is about to conclude with a catastrophic calamity! Eh-he-he! So, shall our intrepid Ingrid finally make it with little Ellie… or are they bound for Auschwitz for a date with Zyklon B? I’m sure that Miss Irma Grese would like that! And if you don’t know who she is… Google it, kiddies. So don’t go away! The conclusion to this tale is “cumming” shortly! Eeeh-he-he-he!