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Copyright 2005 Caroline Hunter. All Rights Reserved.
When I let college in the late seventies I went to live in Hamburg for a couple of years. At the time I was in a long term relationship with a girl back in Ireland and was keen to keep up with her despite the distance. It survived for as few months - I went back to see her and she came over to see me - but after that she lost interest, attracted I think by the a fellow student back home. So I started looking around for company of my own. Hamburg was a lively place in those days, with a great student nightlife and the more racy scene around the Reeperbahn. I got to know a few people in the Altona distgrict and started hanging around a bar which put on music shows.
One night I arrived at the bar to discover that the show on that night was a travelling drag show. I went to the bar for a drink and was introduced by my friend Otto the barman to the leader of the group, Renate, a tall, striking 40 something female impersonator wearing a long purple velevet dress and a flamboyant red wig. She told me that Germany had a long tradition of drag shows and her group were from Berlin, the heartland of drag shows. They had started off in a Berlin night club which had closed down and were now on the road, taking their show across the country. It was a precarious existence - they travelled in a camper van which also doubled up as their dressing room and could not always afford to find accomodation - but on this occasion they were pleased to visit Hamburg becasue the Altona Bar found them accomodation and made sure of a good income. Renate encouraged me to stay and watch the show and to let her know afterwards what I thought of it.
I was honestly surprised that the show was on - I hadn't checked the list of forthcoming attractions and had really just come for a drink - but I was fascinated by the prospect of seeing a real German drag show. I had never tried wearing women's clothes myself but I had had fantasies about doing so when a young teenager. I watched with growing fascination as the show unfolded - as well as Renate and her 40 something friend Ursula who did take offs of German traditional favorites such as Marlene Dietrich and comedy turns as German Bierhalle waitresses, there were two very attractive younger female impersonators who played glamorous, more sensitive roles as dancers and as nightclub stars. The highlight of the evening was their dance routine to accompany a famous Charles Aznavour song about a transvestite, sung in German, where the 2 younger girls transformed themselves from ugly ducklings to swans, changing from male clothes to gorgeous dresses on stage.
Afterwards Renate came up to me with one of the younger girls, a redhead, and asked what I thought. I told them I had been captivated and had particularly enjoyed the younger girls' dance at the end. I chatted to the redhead, called Heidi, for some time - she had changed into a daring mini dress with her long legs encased in fishnet tights- and she told me how she had come into the show as an 18 year old, what her ambitions were and how much she enjoyed praise from admirers. Renate came back to speak to me and encouraged me to come back the following evening early , to see the girls being made up and to enjoy the show again. As I left to go homw I saw that Heidi had started talking to a smartly dressed man who was sitting next to her with his hand on her thigh. Heidi was smiling at him and was clearly enjoying making his acquaintance.
The following evening I arrived at the bar bright and early to find Renate, this time in trousers and a headscarf instead of her wig, in a panic. The second younger girl, Beate, had broken her leg the night before when out with a sailor after the show - she had tried to walk down the Fischmarkt steps in high heels to get to his ship and had tripped over a drunk lying on the ground. She was now in hostpital and would be out of action for some months. Renate couldn't think how to mount the show without a partner for Heidi. She started looking closely at me, at my face, my body, I wondered what she was up to.
"Chris, mein junger freund"... she said, "I think you can help us!" I realised what she was proposing and protested - how could I who had never worn women's clothes expect to substitute for the beautiful Beate? She told me not to worry, I was about the same height and build as Beate (skinny to be precise), was not at all hairy (I only had to shave every third day) and with some help from the magic make up brush could look passable. Heidi would take the leading roles, I had seen the show the previous night, all I had to do was to follow Heidi and to smile. What did I have to lose she said - she would even pay me a small sum! I was a bit short of cash since my student grant hadn't come through so I agreed.
Renate led me through to the back, clapped her hands when she saw Ursula and Heidi and said "Schaut mal meuine Freundinnen, dieser lieber Kerl wird Beate versetzen!" Heidi smiled and took my hand. She took me through to the shared changing room, told me to take my clothes off and gave me a tight pair of knickers to wear. She then helped me into a cream coloured body suit which shaped my waist and hips, and fastened a lacy cream bra on top into which false breasts had been sewn. She then got me to sit down and helped me to put on a pair of spangly tights. She then said I should put on a pink negligee while waiting for Renate to come to do my make up.
I sat down at the mirror, feeling slightly incogruous but nonetheless excited at wearing this sexy underwear below my obviously male face and hairstyle. That was all to change as Beate worked her magic on me - first the contours of the face appeared with foundation, powder and blusher, then the eyes were transformed with bright coloured eyeshadow and dark mascara and eyeliner, then the face was completed with bright red lipstick. Heidi meantime had painted my fingernails red and had fitted earrings, bracelets and a necklace. Last of all came the wig - a chestnut brown, shoulder length, wavy wig. I was transformed into a magical creature - more angular than the beautiful Beate but nonethless tall, striking and ready for the show! All I had to do now was to take instructions from Heidi on how to follow her on the various acts - Renate had simplified the dance steps, what I really had to do was to stay behind Heidi and do some of the simpler things that she did. I made a mess of the couple of rehearsals we managed but Renate gave me a big hug and told me not to panic, all would be well.
The show itself went like a blur - when I first went out on stage behind Heidi wearing a long dress and high heels I initially tripped over my dress but Ursula showed me from the side how to hold it in one hand which gave me more confidence. As the night went on I felt more and more the part and by the Charles Aznavoour sketch was confident enough to appear without my wig and to put it on on stage, demonstrating the transformation from an unhappy boy to a fulfilled woman that was the key theme in the song. In no time all 4 of us were taking our bow, Renate asking for special applause for Caroline, the Belgian girl who had replaced Beate at such short notice. I remebered to curtsey and smiled at the wolfwhistles which came from the crowd!
Back in the dressing room Heidi gave me a big hug and said that I was a natural. Come with me through into the bar she said, handing me a short mini skirt and blouse to wear. We both sashayed through to admiring looks and took a seat on bar stools, crossing our long legs in front of admiring eyes. Heidi had told me what a wonderful night she had had with Hans, the guy she had been with the night before, and how he had been bringing a friend tonight for Beate. Hans and his friend approached us both, introduced themselves politely and ordered us champagne. The evening flew on in a wave of femininity and before long I was dancing in the arms of Jurgen, Hans' friend, who pressed up against me and whispered in my ear that he thought I was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. As he led me off to a taxi to take us to his hotel Renate whispered in my ear that she would see me the next morning to sign me up as a replacement for Beate for the next three months of the tour.......
To be continued