

Fraulein Hans

By

Let Nature Happen

This story is pure fiction, but such things did happen in WWII Germany. However if the names or places resemble you or someone you may know it is purely coincidental.

This story contains graphic scenes of sex between adult and minors. It also contains scenes of incest. Do not read this story if it is illegal for you to do so or if such scenes offend you.



I’m sorry for the poor English in this. Sometimes German don’t exactly translate very well. You see I only speak German and Dutch. I have had to get a translator and I’m not too sure he will do a good enough job. I guess I will have to trust him.

I am now reaching my twilight years and don’t even know if I will be able to finish this story, so if I don’t please understand that I am probably either dead or infirmed in a nursing home.

I grew up in a very small town called Passau. Well, not exactly, in Passau, but Passau was the closest town and we had no post office in Ukkah so Passau was considered our mailing address.

I was born Hans Zimmer on January the 13th. 1929. In 1939 Hitler invaded Poland and as they say all hell broke loose. Most of the people in our town wanted nothing to do with Nazism because our people were the apposing party at the time.

We quickly became a hiding place for whatever Jews could make it to our village and then only if they knew about us. That was really difficult you can imagine because we didn’t exactly advertise it out for obvious reasons.

Never the less it wasn’t long before the troops came through our town “recruiting” our men and even boys to fight for the fatherland.

They came in one fell swoop searching all houses for fit males. It didn’t matter much how fit they really were. If they were strong enough to hold a rifle they were fit enough to fight.

If they were crippled or had something else wrong with them they were taken for what they called handicapped placement. It wasn’t till after the war did we find out that the useless were exterminated so that Germany was what they considered “pure”.

My brothers and I were working out in the forest collecting mushrooms when they came the first time so we weren’t taken. I was 10 at the time and I was also the oldest. Below me was Fritz and Johan who were twins and 8 years old. Lastly Max who was 7.

When we came back from hunting mushroom and the soldiers were gone  mother didn’t hesitate to sneak through the forest to our neighbor’s house who just happened have daughters that were about our ages.

Of course as you can imagine our boy days were over and we quickly became girls.

We had to live in the neighbor’s potato cellar for a long time while we were trained in the art of being proper frauleins. Even with all of our very vocal protests we were taught how to walk, talk and even sit to pee like girls. If mother ever caught us standing sitting was made all the more difficult.

The Nazi’s came through often on their recruiting efforts, and once or twice I was given a peck on the cheek by a couple soldiers and told. “I will be back and we shall make sweet love when I do return.”

Mother knew they were serious and quickly grabbed one of the Jewish boys we were hiding to train me in how to offer affections to a man without giving myself away.

He was sixteen years old and his name was Adar Goldhammer. His nose was a little long from what I was used to, but he had lovely black hair. Even more lovely than any girls hair that I had ever seen. He had high cheekbones and egregious blue eyes.

Yes my mother even taught us to appreciate men and how beautiful they actually were even under all the aggression. She told us often that no matter what we had to be girls inside and out in order to survive.

Mom knew that my ass had to take the place of a girls vagina so with the instructions of Adar she sent me to my aunt’s house where I was fitted with a new wooden butt plug each and every week.

Each monday the plug’s size was increased just a little and I had to wear it whenever I wasn’t having a bowel movement. This of course stretched my ass hole out training it to accept intrusions easily. I could even eventually open and close my ass fully on demand.

Adar was wonderful. He didn’t just grab me by the arm and rape me. He courted me. He carefully kissed me softly and sensually on the lips a couple times and then gently pulled me to him hugging me and pecking my lips a little longer each time.

Eventually he snuck his tongue in and started to slip my dress over my head. With his hands under my dress he played with my nipples which felt wonderful! I didn’t have breasts, but that was ok cause I was only 10.

It was then that I learned what a circumcised penis looked like and I decided that it was far easier to look at than my own. I liked seeing the head proudly displayed like that. I eagerly and without even knowing people even did such things, I took it into my mouth. At first I just to relish in the way it felt in my moth, but soon found myself traversing its length in a feverish blowjob that even shocked Adar. I even automatically swallowed his jets of cum. I just loved it.

It wasn’t long before I was in love with Adar and when the resistance came for Adar he refused to go. He said he would rather die than to leave me and I loved him just as much.

Mom pulled me aside and said that if he stayed he was risking death and that if I loved him I must tell him to go with them.

That was the hardest day of my life and he and I cried for hours before he was basically pulled from my arms. “I’ll be back.” He cried until he was shoved in a cargo crate. I cried for the rest of the night and a few full days after that.

Every now and then when the resistance came by to take whomever we were hiding at the time, they would hand me a letter written by Adar. He would tell me how much he missed me and his plans for after the war of taking me as his “wife” but till then I was to do everything mother told me to do no matter how badly I didn’t want to do it.

So that’s exactly what I did. I was told by one soldier that his company considered me to be the best whore they ever had. I didn’t know what a whore was, but as long as I was passing as a girl I didn’t care.

It wasn’t long before my aunt dragged her daughter to our house telling mom that because there were no men of age in town I would have to breed with her daughter or Eva would be too old to ever have children. Also she didn’t want Eva to mate with a Nazi. If Eva was already pregnant a Nazi couldn’t be the father.

My mother told her that I was a relative and that was a risk, but aunt Hanna said that she never really believed that bunk and reminded mother that not only were their parents brother and sister, but that their own brother fathered both of their kids. Meaning my uncle Joseph was my own father.

Mother agreed and told me to take Eva to the davenport and make her pregnant. Eva was no virgin because she was actually a girl who was as busy as I was “entertaining” the soldiers.

There was also no romance between us because I was stead fast Adar’s “girl” and she understood that. It was however my first pussy and the feeling was remarkable. Normally I was strictly the taker and not the giver, but I quickly learned how to do the job I was given.

Now, my town was extra good at keeping a secret, but suddenly my services were requested by all the birthing aged girls and women in town and even a few other towns. I had not only become the town whore for men, but also for the women in our town. Though it wasn’t just me. Eventually when my brother’s had started producing sperm they too became breeders.

I understand that there were a few other boys passing as girls, but honestly I could never tell who they were.

When the war was about over the town seemed constantly pregnant or the women were all carrying baby and toddler “girls” in their arms. I don’t know how many “girls” my brother and I fathered, but I will never bother to try and find out.

After the war a few boys started playing in the streets, but it was no secret or even considered unacceptable that most boys couldn’t get comfortable dressing as boys.

In fact the beauty of boys was so missed during the war that in our town and in many others around Germany laws were passed allowing public nudism so that the human body and mostly the male body could be displayed proudly.

One day about a month after the war I was working on a dress outside. I had just pricked my finger with a needle when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to find this handsome young man standing over me. The sun was just over his left shoulder so I couldn’t see his face, but it didn’t matter because I knew exactly who it was.

I tossed the dress I was so carefully designing (I had become a seamstress and a very popular one.) right in the mud. I leaped in his arms and he carried me off to his car.

Before he could start it though, my mother came running out to the car and handed me some photos that were taken before the war. “My son died in 1939.” She said with tears in her eyes. “But my beautiful daughter replaced him.” Then she handed me my own infant son Adar junior and said. “Take care of my grandson.”

My love Adar took his new family and we moved to Holland. Where I became officially Jewish and his lawful wife. (I consider me his wife, but he calls me his husband.)

Junior and I both had our Briths and bar mitzvahs on the same days and we raised junior to be a strapping young man and hardly ever made him wear cloths at home at all. We decided that he should decide what to wear and what sex to love. I’ll let him tell that in his own life story if and when he decides to.

