When the train slowed the young woman stood and took her small suitcase down from the overhead baggage rack. A young soldier across the aisle leapt out of his seat to assist but she already had the case resting on the vacant seat across from her. She smiled appreciatively at him and he sat back down.

She took a compact out of her purse and freshened her makeup and touched up her lipstick; she brushed her hair and put the compact and hairbrush away. She put her purse in her lap, folded her hands over it and crossed her ankles demurely. The young soldier kept glancing her way but she ignored him.

The steam engine puffed and wheezed at it approached Brussels railway station as if it was labouring and glad that its journey finally was over. A long blast on the whistle announced its arrival and the woman looked nervously out the window at the crowds as the train shuddered to a stop.

She knew that trying too hard to be inconspicuous will would be counterproductive. She was young and very attractive, and although she wore a sombre brown suit and white cotton blouse it was impossible to disguise her slender figure, her long shapely legs, elegant neck and alabaster skin. A brunette bob sculpted in voluptuous waves framed her pretty face, she had long eyelashes and red lips. Her legs were sheathed in flesh-toned silk stockings, a luxury for the times, and on her feet she wore brown slingback wedge-heels.

Knowing that she stood out from the throng of dowdy and downbeat women, she had devised a strategy to use her good looks to her advantage. Of course she was not the only attractive young woman on the train nor on the crowded platform; but they were few and far between.

She stood up as soon as the train came to a complete stop; she smoothed her skirt and straightened her jacket; she wanted to be in the middle of the crowd of disembarking passengers so that she would not be too prominent. She declined the young soldier’s offer to carry her small suitcase and stepped down from the carriage and strode confidently down the platform towards the exit. She knew that behaving furtively would only draw unwanted attention. She didn’t mind the approving glances that she received from many of the men; she just didn’t want anyone to be suspicious of her behaviour.

Major Klaus Keppel was a predator. He preyed on anyone trying to evade capture, or travelling illegally on the Deutsche Reichsbahn, the German National Railway. Those who raised his suspicion or who presented as timid enough to be manipulated or bullied by him were fair game. He particularly liked to intimidate and harangue the frail and the meek; but he especially liked to intimidate women and girls. Klaus Keppel would exhort anything of value for those he apprehended with promises of release from custody and safe passage. He would then hand the person over to ‘proper authorities’, which in most cases meant the Gestapo.

From women he would take not only their money and valuables but he would convince them that by providing him with sexual favours they could continue their journey unencumbered. Not that it really mattered to him if they were compliant or not; if the woman refused she was likely to be bent over the table and taken against her will in any event.

A craven coward with a sadistic streak, Klaus Keppel’s family had just enough influence to keep him from fighting at the front and obtained for him a commission in the Feldjägerkorps, or military police. He secured a series of cushy postings at border crossings or major transportation hubs where he could practice his evil trade under the guise of carrying out his lawful duties.

His NCOs were checking travel documents and identity cards at the exits while Klaus prowled the platform looking for victims and when he saw the delightful young creature striding confidently down the platform he grinned evilly.

He scrambled to place himself directly in front of her and held out his hand and gave her his most charming smile. He was a handsome man, tall and resplendent in his Wehrmacht uniform, his chest bedecked with medal ribbons, most of which he hadn’t earned.

“Papers please Fraulein?” he asked politely in German.

“Madame, please sir. I am married and I am French,” she corrected him and returned his smile.

She rummaged in her purse and produced her French National Identity card issued by the Vichy government and German travel documents approving her to travel to her final destination at Calais.

Klaus made a show and postured himself importantly as he scrutinised her documents while the young woman waited patiently. The documents had been checked many times during her journey and she was confident that they would pass another inspection.

Klaus tucked the documents into his pocket and took a clipboard from under his arm. It held photographs and wanted posters of suspected spies, escapees, and collaborators. He flicked through them quickly knowing full well that there was nothing there that even vaguely matched the description of this pretty young lady.

“You will have to accompany me to my office Madame,” he leered at her.

His modus operandi was to intimidate and bully his prey.

“Is there something wrong with my papers?” the woman asked self-assuredly.

Klaus’ smile slipped from his face, replaced by a scowl. He was not used to such impertinence from a foreigner, especially a young woman.

He took her elbow in a firm grip and led her down the platform to his small office. Some in the crowd turned to watch but most kept their eyes averted knowing not to become involved.

“You’re hurting me Major,” the woman said indignantly.

Klaus ignored her and pushed her inside the door to his office and locked it behind him.

“Take a seat please,” his demeanour changed now that he had her where he wanted her.

The woman sat down, smoothing her skirt underneath her, aware that Klaus was brazenly staring at her. His eyes drifted from her face, down her body and lingered on her legs.

“Not many women today can afford to wear silk stockings when they travel; those that can afford them at all usually save them for special occasions,” he reached out and ran a finger down her leg to her calf.

“I was fortunate. Generallieutenant Ernst Huber bought me several pairs as a going away present from my last position where I worked for him in his offices in Frankfurt,” the woman smiled sweetly at the Major.

Klaus baulked at the mention of a Generallieutenant, a position that was many ranks his superior.

“So what where you doing in Frankfurt with Generallieutenant Ernst Huber and why are you travelling to Calais?” he regained his composure.

“I am an interpreter for the Wehrmacht and I am being transferred to Calais where I will join my husband. I am fluent in English and of course my native French. My German is passable,” the woman held her purse tightly in her lap.

“Your German is excellent,” Klaus had decided to use charm again, because intimidation wasn’t working.

Klaus pulled a chair up beside the woman and made a show of rifling through another clipboard, then he suddenly he stopped. A grainy picture of a woman took his interest. The text on the document read that anyone seeing a woman who fit the description should detain her and call the Luftwaffe Feldjägerkorps immediately.

He held the picture out to her and then put it beside her face.

“This could be you,” Klaus said without conviction.

“It could be any woman under thirty Major,” the woman took a package of cigarettes out of her purse.

Klaus scrambled to light it for her and took one from a box on his desk and lit up himself.

“You know I can make this all very easy for you. If you cooperate we can finish up here quickly and you can go on your way without further hindrance,” Klaus put his hand on her knee and squeezed.

“But I’ve done nothing wrong and my papers are in order,” the woman countered, blowing smoke in the Major’s face.

He slipped his hand under her skirt and began to stroke her thigh.

“You forget who is in charge here young lady,” his fingers caressed the welt of her stocking.

“Maybe we should call Generallieutenant Huber and have him sort this all out over the phone,” the woman smiled sweetly.

Klaus was about to give up and let the woman go, but he saw her glace at the picture of the wanted woman on his desk and flinch infinitesimally. It was enough. He’d had many a victim try to deceive him in this office and the woman’s tell was a give away that might indicate that she was lying.

“That’s a good idea Madame. Let’s call Generallieutenant Ernst Huber,” Klaus grinned calling her bluff.

He picked up the handpiece and dialled the switchboard.

“Major Klaus Keppel, Feldjägerkorps, Deutsche Reichsbahn station Brussels, connect me with Generallieutenant Huber adjutant’s office, 17th Infantry Division Frankfurt,” Klaus barked officiously into the phone.

The woman put out her hand and pressed down on the telephone cradle and broke the connection.

“Yes?” Klaus smirked at her wolfishly.

“You said if I cooperate we can finish up here quickly and I can go on my way without further hindrance?” the woman pushed out her small breasts and uncrossed her legs.

Klaus’ erection was tenting his uniform trousers.

“Go on,” he stared down at the dark welts of her stockings as he slid her skirt up her thighs.

“Well I’m French as you know; and French girls have a reputation for doing things the French way,” the young woman slid her tongue along her lips salaciously.

Klaus had heard of being satisfied ‘in the French fashion’ but he had never experienced the perversion himself. As much as he would like to fuck this delightful young woman, the thought of her sucking his cock was overpowering. Besides, he could always fuck her later; he had no intention of letting her go.

The young lady slid out of the chair and got on her knees before the Major. He leaned back in his chair and opened his flies. For a man who wielded so much power his penis was mediocre in both length and girth.

The woman leaned forward and began to lick the proffered organ, running her tongue along the underside and then working on his sensitive fraenulum. She was hopeful that this wouldn’t take long; the Major was writhing in his seat and moaning like schoolboy copping his first feel.

“Wait! Wait! Wait!” Klaus bleated, leaping from his chair.

He wanted to look down on the girl’s pretty face while she sucked him. He unbuckled his trousers and let them fall to the floor along with his underwear. The woman scooted forward so that she was looking directly up into his eyes. She took his manhood and guided it to her mouth and enveloped it with her lips.

“Jesus Christ!” the Major bellowed as the woman suckled his penis.

She expertly used her tongue on his glans whilst she slid her lips up and down his engorged shaft. He would not last long.

Klaus didn’t. He clasped the woman’s head in his hands and fucked her face as he orgasmed, ejaculating a hefty glutinous wad of sperm into her mouth. Despite the fact that he’d promised himself that he would look into her eyes when he climaxed he couldn’t help himself. He raised his eyes to the heavens at the pinnacle of his orgasm.

“Oh, oh, oh,” he moaned.

His moan became a silent scream.

Klaus’ vanity had been his undoing; he was wearing an SS Ehrendolch, or ceremonial dagger, to which of course he had no entitlement.

The woman had slipped Major Klaus Keppel’s dagger from the sheath on his belt and drove it into his groin, severing his femoral artery.

As the shock set in and his body began to spasm she sprang to her feet and pushed Klaus back against the desk, directing the arterial spray away from her. She put her hand across his mouth to silence his cries and held him there while he bled out.

When he finally stopped breathing she let his pale exsanguinated corpse fall to the floor; his pants still around his ankles. She took her papers from the desk and stamped her travel documents with the official stamp.

She adjusted her clothing and checked to see that she had no blood on her. Satisfied that she was presentable she made her way to the door.

She stopped, turned around and came back to the desk. She ripped the wanted poster with the grainy picture of the young woman from the clipboard, screwed it up and put it in her purse. She unlocked the door and took the key out of the lock, then opened the door and looked both ways. Seeing the coast was clear she hefted her small suitcase in her hand, stepped outside, locked the door and strode confidently down the platform towards the exit.

She showed the official stamp to the NCO standing at the exit gate and he waved her through. He followed the curve of her buttocks and her long legs down the street until she disappeared in the throng.

He checked his watch. Another three hours until he was relieved at his post; he wondered what that peacock of a Major was up to, tucked up comfortably in his little office.

September 1943

Corporal Daniel Collingwood was almost blind when he was released from ‘the cooler’, also referred to as ‘the hole’, a small, whitewashed stone cell about ten by five feet sparsely furnished with a bed, a small table and a chair. There was no heating and the tiny window was boarded over.

He had been punished for escaping from Stalag Luft Oberursel, which was located just outside Frankfurt. He had been on the run for just over a week disguised as a French businessman making his way to Paris when he was arrested trying to cross the border. At his hearing the overly ambitious prosecutor had tried to have him sentenced to death as a spy but the court was aware that allied prisoners of war considered it their duty to try to escape. He was unarmed and carried no subversive paraphernalia.

He was sentenced to three months confinement in the punishment cell, the cooler, with no contact allowed except for the guards. He was permitted one hour exercise each day, to be taken only at night. The intention was to break his spirit and take away any appetite for further escape.

Daniel was haggard, his body frail and his hair long; he had allowed it to grow prior to his escape, hiding it under his hat hoping that it would help disguise him. It was now down past the bottom of his neck. He was filthy, emaciated and half-blind. He was allowed a week to recuperate in the barracks before he would have to abide by the camp’s routine.

Daniel left the barracks and walked over to the shower block, still half-blind and even though the water was icy cold he considered the three buckets of water and small block of soap a luxury as he rinsed, soaped, and rinsed again. He put on the ill-fitting secondhand faded uniform provided for him that had likely had once belonged to a dead man, and made his way back to the barracks anticipating a shave and haircut.

“The devil’s luck eh Danny?” Paddy O’Reardon an Irish Aircraftman from the same squadron as Danny said as he put a tattered towel around Daniel’s shoulders.

“I nearly got across the border though; if I’d had just a little more luck; a better disguise, perhaps I might have made it,” Daniel was pragmatic about his capture.

Daniel leaned back and let Paddy get to work with scissors, cutting away his beard and luxuriating in the feel of hot water and soap on his face as Paddy followed up with a razor.

“That’s taken ten years off yer Danny; yer look like a girl with your long hair and all,” Paddy joked as he snipped the scissors in the air, ready to cut Daniel’s hair.

“Don’t cut his hair! Don’t cut his hair!” an effeminate voice shrilled.

Flight Sargent Matthew ‘Benny’ Benquist ran down the bare-boarded barracks waving his hands in the air like an excited schoolgirl.

Flight Sargent Benquist had worked in the theatre before the war and was a well known West End producer and sometime columnist and theatre and movie critic for The Times newspaper. He had been inducted into the Royal Air Force to work as a reporter and media relations officer, which basically equated to being a propaganda specialist. It was his job to ensure the Allied news services received only positive stories about how the RAF was winning the war in the air and driving the Nazis to their knees with a succession of successful bombing raids.

He’d made the mistake of insisting on flying at least one combat mission so he could ‘really experience’ the war in the air and had been shot down over the North Sea and became a prisoner of war.

The fact that he was obviously gay was overlooked when the Airforce recruited him because they needed the man’s unique talents.

Benny somehow managed to keep a rotund figure while the rest of the airmen were kept slim on their diet of camp rations. The Stalag Camp Commander, Oberst Kurt Wessel, found Benny very amusing and he was a frequent dinner guest, regaling the Oberst’s dinner guests with stories and anecdotes of the famous actors and actresses that he had met. The prisoners condoned this behaviour because he bought back vital intelligence and news of the war.

Benny was puffing and panting by the time he arrived at Paddy’s makeshift barbershop.

“Don’t cut his hair! I need him just like he is,” Benny panted.

“What are you talking about you lunatic?” Paddy looked at Benny sceptically.

Daniel was also perplexed.

“You are the perfect female lead for my latest stage production. That lithe frame, that wonderful face, that alabaster skin, those bangs; so much better than some wrinkly-skinned bloke wearing a wig,” Benny huffed.

The prisoners had been allowed to form an amateur dramatic society in the camp. This served a number of purposes for their German captors. It kept the men busy outside of work hours, maintained their spirits and kept the camp amused. The premise being that prisoners engaged in recreational activities were happier and easier to handle; they were also less likely to attempt to escape. The prisoners also had a football team, an athletics club, a poetry society, and were allowed to undertake formal tuition and schooling.

“Let me get this right Benny. You expect me dress up like a woman for one of your stupid plays!” Daniel had nothing but contempt for prisoners who engaged in so-called approved recreational activities.

To his mind all prisoners should be trying their hardest to escape.

Of course there was an Escape Committee chaired by the senior officers. Wing Commander Smyth-Waddington was the chairman, but its existence was kept very secretive for obvious reasons. The Committee had helped Daniel with his recent unsuccessful escape attempt and he was anxious to rejoin the few who were selected to escape.

“Look at you Daniel. You have long hair, unblemished alabaster skin, you’re short, slim, and let’s face it, you’re quite delicate with that posh demeanour of yours,” Benny stroked Daniel’s shoulder, courting him.

Daniel was about to unload his fury at Sargent Benquist when an idea began to germinate.

“You really think I could pass as a woman?” he asked.

“Well with my expert guidance and tutorage I definitely think so,” Benny grinned.

“Ok I’m in!” Daniel smirked and leapt out the chair.

“Perfect!” Benny clapped his hands.

“But where do you think you’re going?” Benny eased Daniel back in the chair.

“We still have to sort out that rat’s nest you call hair. Now listen to me Paddy I want…” Benny gave directions to the camp barber, who had now become a hairstylist.

And that marked the beginning of Daniel Collingwood’s second escape attempt.

Stalag Luft Oberursel was located on the outskirts of Frankfurt. German POW camps holding soldiers and sailors were classified as either an Oflag - a camp for officers or a Stalag a - camp for enlisted men and housed about 4,000 or 50,000 prisoners respectively. Stalag Lufts held only Allied Airforce personnel, and although they lived in separate quarters, they held both officers and airmen and were run by the Luftwaffe.

The dedicated amateur dramatic group at Stalag Luft Oberursel had turned an old barn into a sloping auditorium known as the 'Oberium Theatre' where they gave their performances. Productions were lapped up by packed audiences made up of both the British POWs and their German captors and included performances such as Dick Whittington, The Importance of Being Ernest, HMS Pinafore, and The Mikado.

The POWs even manufactured and wore women's clothing for the female roles in their shows and prisoners bartered their Red Cross parcels with German guards for materials and props, and then spent weeks creating perfect costumes and sets for their extravagant productions.

To accompany the productions there was the 'Oberium Theatre Orchestra' that included saxophones, trumpets, tubas and guitars. To accompany their shows the men would create professional-looking theatre programs for the cast to sign for the audience

The rationale of allowing the POWs to indulge themselves in creating these lavish productions was that the enormous effort put into producing the shows gave the prisoners involved a focus and purpose during their internment. Although the Germans were losing to Russia on the Eastern Front they still controlled most of Europe and they could afford to be benevolent to their British captors who were treated relatively well and were reasonably well fed.

Being allowed to drill and parade, play sports, work in their own gardens, and put on their amateur dramatics kept the POWs occupied and away from mischief. Or so the Germans thought…

The POWs actually used these activities to execute escape attempts. The costume department kept the best of the discarded civilian clothing and footwear given to them or traded by the guards to make suitable attire for escapees. The men who printed the theatre programs used the ink and stationery to make maps, counterfeit and forged documents, and the props department also assisted making suitcases with false bottoms, improvised personal weapons and other ‘tradecraft’ items to be used by escapees once they were outside the wire. The Escape Committee called these men collectively ‘The Shop’.

There were no mass escapes; that would be counterproductive and shut down the Escape Committee’s access to extremely valuable resources. Potential escapees were selected by merit; by their chances of success. Ability to speak German, French or some other language was highly desirable and some prisoners attended language class in order to become proficient. The ability to act natural and blend in, to remain calm under pressure was also considered essential.

Paddy O’Reardon finished cutting and styling Corporal Collingwood’s hair to Benny Benquist’s exact requirements giving him a brunette bob sculpted in voluptuous waves. Paddy was used to styling the wigs that Benny bought him for the ‘female’ actors in his stage productions and he was very happy to be styling real hair.

Daniel still had difficulty seeing but he insisted that Paddy hold up his mirror.

“I can’t get around the camp like this!” Daniel bemoaned, although the feminine haircut definitely softened his face and gave it a womanly countenance.

“Smithy has approved it so long as you hide it under your hat when you’re outside of the barracks and when the Krauts are around,” Benny clapped his hands, delighted that he had a new lead actor who had the potential to look convincingly feminine.

All the British POWs called Wing Commander Smyth-Waddington ‘Smithy’ behind his back but they would never have the gumption to call him Smithy to his face.

Daniel was still very weak and after a cup of hot tea with lots of very valuable sugar he went to his cot and immediately fell asleep. When he awoke Wing Commander Smyth-Waddington was sitting beside his bunk smoking a cigarette. He offered the tin of Players Navy Cut to Daniel who gratefully took one. Cigarettes came to the prisoners in Red Cross parcels and were considered a valuable commodity to be traded as well as smoked.

“Dashed bad luck old chap. I hear the Krauts got you crossing into Luxembourg?” Smithy asked a question to which he already knew the answer.

“My papers were fine sir; I just didn’t have a good enough excuse when I was questioned. A French businessman travelling to from Germany to Paris seemed a fine reason for travel when we thought up the gig but it just didn’t hold water. They dug further into my backstory and I was stuffed,” Daniel explained.

“So back on the old horse eh? With your French and German language skills you’re still the best chance we have of making a successful escape,” Smithy blew smoke.

“I have a great idea sir. Benny, er, Flight Sargent Benquist has proposed I that I take on the role of his female lead in his next production. He claims he can do a good enough job that I will be able to pass myself off as a woman,” Daniel said excitedly.

Wing Commander Smyth-Waddington mewed.

“Not really your thing is it Danny? Sort of thing the fags and queers go in for,” Smithy sniffed disapprovingly

“But the Krauts won’t be looking for a girl sir; and if I can pass...” Daniel was about to go on but Smithy shut him down.

“Look Danny, all of the Escape Committee wish you well and we’ll talk soon about your next attempt. We thought you might take another chap with you, try to get two for one so to speak.”

“For now have a go at whatever that queer, Benny Benquist has got for you. It will keep you out of the work parties and give you an excuse to work with our boys in The Shop to get yourself sorted. There, there,” he patted Daniel’s knee, got up and wondered off, stopping to talk to other enlisted men on his way out of the barracks.

“Jesus! The ego on that man!” Daniel blew smoke at the ceiling.

His men loved Wing Commander Smyth-Waddington but he had a reputation for being hard headed.

Benny Benquist was tired of producing period pieces and his latest production was to be a contemporary American play ‘Clash by Night’, a romantic triangle drama written by Clifford Odets that had premiered on Broadway in 1941 and Daniel Collingwood was cast as Mae Wilenski. The play chronicled Mae's anguish in her marriage to a simple, hard-working guy named Jerry, and her subsequent affair with a complicated, drifting layabout. Mae's affair comes to a violent end in the book but Benny changed the final scene so that Mae ends the affair and goes back to her bland but loving husband. Everyone liked happy endings during the war.

While he recovered, Daniel learned his lines by rote and was ready for the first reading. Flight Lieutenant Steven Boyd was cast as Earl Pfeiffer, the drifter. Steven Boyd was a tall, handsome athletic man whilst the man playing Mae’s husband Jerry was a rather toady looking Aircraftman.

“What about all the kissing and stuff; some of it’s a bit racy,” Daniel complained.

Steven Boyd nodded his agreement as the cast sat around the table for the first reading.

“Look! Professional actors don’t complain when they have to act out love scenes with people they might not like; it’s a play not a dating game!” Benny slammed his script down on the table.

“I can easily have you replaced!” Benny said indignantly.

“Besides; I bet there are plenty of girls out there who would love to have good snog with Steven,” Matthew Benquist winked at Steven who shuddered at the thought.

“Ok we rehearse on stage tonight and tomorrow you go to costume to get fitted up for your wardrobe. Let’s do another read through,” Benny insisted.

Benny had been encouraged by the Escape Committee to produce a contemporary piece so that The Shop could make costumes that potential escapees could wear once they were over the wire.

Whilst Stephen Boyd was fitted into two old suits, traded from the guards, Daniel suffered the indignity of being fitted into a sombre brown ladies suit and white cotton blouse and brown slingback wedge-heels. Surprisingly the heels were a good fit; they were left over from a previous production. The brown suit and another more modern and stylish blue pinstriped suit had been re-purposed from fabric obtained from discarded men’s clothing also traded from the guards.

Some parachute silk had been purloined and dyed to make a mauve long-sleeved blouse for Daniel and a pair of black high-heeled pumps acquired. The pumps would need to be re-sized to fit his feet.

The rest of the cast made do with costumes from previous productions altered and updated for their respective roles.

“We’ll knock you up or get hold of some new knickers and bras and some falsies to fill the cups. We’ve got some old stockings you can use for rehearsals and we’re trading for some new nylons for you to wear on opening night; they’ll cost us a fucking bomb!” Aircraftman Harry Bollard whined around the cigarette that was almost perpetually stuck in his mouth.

Harry was The Shop’s ‘procurer’.

“Is all that really necessary?” Daniel whinged.

Benny took Daniel aside.

“Look! You can’t just pretend to be Mae Wilenski; you have to actually become her! I want some half decent performances out of you before you go over the wire,” he said seriously.

“If you intend to do what I think you’re going to do, in your own words you need to be able to pass as a woman. Dress like one, talk like one, walk like one, have the mannerisms of one; you need to fucking think like one! And I’m the one who can transform you, ok?” Benny said sombrely.

“The deal is you give me the best Mae Wilenski there has ever been for at least one week’s worth of performances and I’ll make sure that you can pass as a woman. The rest is up to you. Deal?” Benny said determinedly.

“Deal!” Daniel stuck out his hand and Benny shook it.

“All I need to do is get Smithy to agree to it,” Daniel sighed.

“You put on the performance of your life during opening night and we’ll convince Smithy ok?” Benny raised his brows.

“Ok just one thing. I’ll need to get into character from scratch and I’ll need to take that character over the wire with me. Rewrite my part so that my name is Danielle Bouvier, a French woman living in America. It won’t affect the play at all and I’ll get used to responding to her name. Like you say; I will become her,” Daniel grinned.

And so he did. From that moment on Danny became Danielle Bouvier in his mind; and transformed into her for every rehearsal whether he was in costume or not.

There were a small group of effeminate men who persistently took the female leads in Benny’s productions. There were rumours of course. All these men locked up in a POW camp for so long with no female company. Homosexuality was not only illegal it was considered abhorrent but was still practiced in secrecy by a very few. Strange as it may seem, taking a dalliance with one of ‘Benny’s Girls’ was not considered an act of detestable homosexuality rather it was condoned on a ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ basis.

The ‘Girls’ were quite angry that Danny had the female lead in the latest production and that he hadn’t even had to audition; but when they saw him in full costume and makeup even they had to agree that Danny was indeed beautiful.

Senior Aircraftman Douglas ‘Mary’ Mayne played Peggy, the second female lead in the production. She got around in full makeup and dressed enfemme whenever there was a production on; she needed to get into the character she claimed. The NCOs allowed her to do so but forbade her from entering the barracks dressed like a woman. She was given the task of mentoring Danny and transforming him into Danielle.

Danny’s first costume fitting was a revelation.

Daniel sat at a small vanity table that the propmasters had made; it was even fitted with lights above the mirror. Mary Mayne had done Danny’s makeup. Danny didn’t recognise the face staring back at him. With her perfect makeup and coiffured hair; Danny was looking at a gorgeous young woman.

“Ok ducky; you are now Danielle; Danny no longer exists,” Mary was proud of her work.

It hadn’t taken Mary long to shape Danny’s eyebrows and his skin was so smooth and pale that applying the makeup had been a dream. Lipstick and eyeliner was traded for with the guards but the prisoners made their own foundation, finishing powder, blush, eyeshadow and mascara. They used charcoal, cocoa powder, beeswax, vegetable oil and coloured powders made from natural products from the garden.

“Show me how,” Danielle asked eagerly, turning her face from side to see the perfect results in the mirror.

“Hold on ducky; it’s not like face painting you know. I could do my face and pass myself off as a woman at sixteen but it takes practice. I’ll show you the basics later and you can spend as much time as you like getting it right,” Mary patted Danielle’s shoulder.

Mary was already dressed in her costume, a black form-fitting ladies suit that hugged her curves, nylons, black high heels, platinum blonde short blonde bob wig and full makeup. She looked stunning.

“Sixteen? You were performing before the war then?” Danielle asked.

“Yeah honey; you could say that. I was performing my arse off,” Mary laughed and patted Danielle on the shoulder.

“Ok let’s get you in costume,” Mary pulled a screen around them for privacy.

Danny could not describe how wonderful the exquisite sensation was as he slid the very first nylon stocking up his leg. He rolled it up as he had seen his girlfriends do, slipped his foot in the dark toe of the stocking and smoothed it up his freshly shaved leg. The feeling was magnificent and he felt himself becoming erect. Lucky for him he was wearing boy-leg knickers that had plenty of room to hide his erection. He fastened the dark welts to the silver garter clips and put on the other stocking, invoking an equally astonishing excitement.

The knickers didn’t help at all; they were satin and once he became semi-tumescent they rubbed on his glans and excited him further.

“I too remember the very first time I put on my stockings; I had that exact look of bliss on my face,” Mary sighed.

Danielle blushed.

“It’s a means to an end Doug; I just really wanted this role,” Danielle snapped.

“You keep telling yourself that ducky. I’ve had them in here before, masculine types who think it’s a lark to dress like a girl; but you’re not that at all are you? I can tell,” Mary stood and brushed Danielle’s suit where it hung on the clothes rack, turning her back.

“And don’t call me Doug when I’m in character ducky,” Mary huffed.

“Deal. If you stop calling me ducky,” Danielle replied, feeling that she had been put in his place.

“Look we have to stay in character and I’m really not Doug when I’m dressed like this am I? You can see I’ve fully transformed into woman and you have to do the same,” Mary said or rather demanded.

“Agreed Mary,” Danielle sighed.

“Good Danielle; now lets crack on,” Mary rubbed her hands together.

Mary spun on her heels dramatically; holding forth the blue pinstripe suit on its hanger like it was the Holy Grail.

“I remember when they tailored my clothes to fit,” Mary over-dramatised, putting the back of her hand to her forehead and sighing; then she laughed.

“Put that half-slip on and I’ll help you into this,” Mary instructed.

The feel of the nylon half-slip sliding up her legs and over her knickers did nothing to quell Danielle’s excitement. Mary held open the skirt so she could step into it. Danielle had tried on the skirt many times before while it was being made but this was the first time she would be wearing the full costume.

“We cut the hem a bit shorter than propriety would dictate but the boys like to see a bit of leg,” Mary chuckled as she buttoned the waist of the skirt and smoothed it down Danielle’s midriff.

Danielle was wearing a brassiere, the cups of which had been filled with what Benny’s Girls called breastforms, made from discarded stockings filled with rice to give the appearance and heft of real breasts. Mary helped Danielle into the mauve long-sleeved silk blouse that the tailors in The Shop had made for her. She had difficulty buttoning it because it buttoned on the opposite side.

“It’s so hard being a woman!” Danielle huffed as she struggled with buttons.

Mary smiled knowingly.

“You have no idea darling,” Mary stepped forward and helped Danielle with the buttons and tucked the tails of her blouse into the waistband of her skirt and smoothed it again.

“We have a problem honey,” Mary smiled mischievously.

“What?” Danielle frowned.

“Well the tailors have done a wonderful job; the skirt and blouse fit you perfectly but for one thing,” Mary said earnestly.

“What? Tell me?” Danielle demanded.

“This,” Mary placed her hand on the bulge at the front of Danielle's skirt.

Danielle looked down to see that her erection was tenting her skirt.

Mary had not moved her hand.

“We have a simple way of dealing with that; it’s called a gaff and I’ll show you how to do it,” Mary explained.

“But first we have to get rid of that nasty erection and we have simple way of doing that too,” Mary squeezed Danielle’s penis through her skirt.

Danielle was stunned and stood frozen.

Mary peeked over the screen to check that they were alone and had privacy then she lifted Danielle’s skirt and squeezed her cock through the layers of nylon slip and satin knickers.

Danielle gasped; she was overwhelmed but unable to move.

Mary stepped in close to Danielle, put an arm around her and kissed her as she gripped Danielle’s penis and began to stroke it.

Danielle was overcome with feelings that she could not explain. Mary felt soft and feminine against her; she smelled nice and her lips were velvety, she could taste the lipstick. It was just like kissing a woman but more exciting because Danielle felt soft and feminine herself. She could feel the sensual caress of her nylons, the swish of her slip, the silky graze of her knickers against her sensitive skin.

Danielle was awestruck.

She responded when Mary slipped her tongue into her mouth; she moaned and thought her knees would buckle. She could feel a climax building and her penis throbbed as Mary caressed it through the gossamer layers of slip and panty.

“Let’s not get a mess on your new clothes shall we?” Mary whispered in Danielle’s ear and playfully bit her lobe.

She slipped her tongue back inside Danielle's mouth; her hand snaked under the slip and inside Danielle’s knickers and fondled and massaged Danielle’s erect phallus. Danielle didn’t know what felt better, being caressed through the layers of silky material or feeling Mary’s soft bare fingertips cosset her penis.

Mary hiked Danielle’s slip up her waist and freed Danielle's penis from her knickers. She continued to stroke Danielle’s cock, which was leaking pre-ejaculate and ready for release.

Danielle groaned and her knees buckled as an intense orgasmed gripped her.

“There, there,” Mary kept Danielle upright, still kissing her while she supported her. She kept one arm around Danielle holding her slip and her knickers away from her ejaculating penis.

Mary directed Danielle’s ejaculate onto the floor away from her clothes. Danielle's final spurts dribbled down onto her feet and soaked into her stockings but that was ok; stockings rinsed out easy but semen was almost impossible to get out of skirts and blouses; Mary knew that from experience.

Danielle held onto Mary and kissed her passionately as she reached her apogee; she had never felt anything so exciting and provocative. She knew what they were doing was wrong but that only added to the excitement.

When Danielle had finally finished ejaculating and ceased dribbling semen Mary calmly disengaged. She took a handkerchief off the vanity table and dabbed at Danielle’s deflating member and slipped it back inside her knickers, pulled down and smoothed her slip and then her skirt.

Danielle stood stock-still, still awash with feelings that were indescribable.

“Be a love and squish yer spunk into the floorboards with yer stocking feet ducky. Let’s not leave any evidence,” Mary chuckled.

“Now. Where were we? Oh yes; let’s see how that jacket fits,” Mary said straightforwardly, as if what had just happened either hadn’t happened, or was such a common occurrence that it defied further discussion.

To be continued

“I’m not kissing a man and that’s that!” Danielle said indignantly.

Although Danielle had succumbed to the charms of Mary Mayne she felt that kissing a man was different. Mary presented as a gorgeous sexy femme fatale, Flight Lieutenant Steven Boyd was a stuck-up arsehole of a man.

Danielle hated her leading man and Steven despised her back. He wasn’t really that good an actor but Wing Commander Smyth-Waddington had leaned on Benny Benquist, well ordered him really, to give Boyd the lead. The Escape Committee had approved an escape plan put forward by Steven Boyd and getting him into the play was part of it.

Being lead in the am-dram society excused Steven from any other duties so when he wasn’t rehearsing he could refine his escape plan. It also gave a legitimate reason to access The Shop where they were busy making him counterfeit identity documents and tailoring him some suits to wear when he escaped.

Steven Boyd refused to treat Danny as Danielle despite the fact that Danielle and all of the ‘female’ actors remained in character all day every day. He also pulled his rank, insisting on being called ‘sir’ when not actually rehearsing.

Good order and discipline was maintained in Stalag Luft Oberursel. Officers had separate quarters to the airmen, uniforms were maintained as best as possible, there was a morning parade and marks of request were exchanged. The amateur dramatic society was excused this tedium while they were in rehearsal, after the morning parade and head count the am-dram clique were allowed to get into costume and into character and stay that way all day until lights out.

Their productions were loved as much by their German captors as they were by the prisoners. With little in the way of entertainment and without access to any newspapers or radio, except for the illegal radio kept hidden and used only by the Escape Committee, the Oberium Theatre was really the only form of entertainment.

Flight Sargent Matthew ‘Benny’ Benquist put on professional productions; given what he had to work with his plays were as good as anything appearing in the West End. Productions could take as long as two months to prepare, depending on the complexity, especially the musicals. They ran for two weeks or sometimes longer if they were popular; some of the POWs and the guards too would watch the performances repeatedly.

‘Wearing rank’ when in character was quite ridiculous and hindered the production process.

“He’s got a stick up his arse,” Danielle said to Mary Mayne during a break in rehearsal.

“He might have but he’s so dreamy; he can stick it in my arse any time he likes,” Mary giggled.

“God you’re such a slut!” Danielle slapped Mary playfully.

Danielle was now fully aware that most of the ‘female’ leads, or Benny’s Girls as they called themselves, not only liked dressing like women to act in the camp productions, they were also fetishic transvestites who delighted as dressing as women for sexual purposes.

Some had been crossdressers before they joined the RAF and some had ‘converted’ during their captivity. There was a core of prisoners who had a penchant for Benny's Girls and they would sneak off for trysts when the opportunity presented itself. There was also the odd German guard or two who didn’t mind idling away some time with the ‘girls’.

Besides the single encounter with Mary when she had relieved Danielle whilst she had dressed as a woman for the first time, Danielle had resisted any temptation to engage in such activities. She was not at all interested in the men who coveted her but she was tempted by some of the other girls. All this not helped by the fact that she felt so feminine whilst dressed and adored wearing the lingerie and makeup.

But Steven Boyd repulsed her, despite his handsomeness.

He treated her not only like a subordinate but also as a social inferior, which was ridiculous had he known Danny Collingwood’s background.

Daniel had been a precocious child; highly intelligent and always far advanced in maturity and intelligence for his age. He had gone to one of the best schools in England and as well as excelling in academic subjects he was also fluent in French and nearly so in German. He came from a wealthy family of noble background and after completing college had spent a year in Europe where his language skills had improved. He spoke perfect French with a Parisian accent. When the war broke out his parents could easily have used their influence to keep Danny out of the armed services. He was offered a position in the intelligence community because of his education and language skills but had refused.

He could have joined any of the armed services as an officer but once again he refused and joined the RAF as an aircraftsman much to his parent’s horror. He was offered a commission in the RAF but refused, insisting on becoming flight crew. Because of his small frame he was ideally suited to be a tail gunner. The tail gunner position was cramped with very little room to move other than to operate the turret and fire the weapons.

After basic training he joined Number 44 Squadron, based at RAF Waddington, Lincolnshire, the first RAF squadron to convert to the Lancaster bomber. The tail turret was the most important defensive position on the aircraft and carried the heaviest armament. Despite this, the turrets used were never entirely satisfactory and numerous designs were tried. The tail gunner escaped by rotating his turret to the rear, opening the door in the back of the turret, passing into the fuselage, and clipping on a parachute that was hung on the sidewall. He could then exit through the rear entrance door.

Danny unfortunately got to use his parachute when on 17 October 1942 an audacious daytime raid performed by the Lancasters of his squadron bombed the Schneider Works at Le Creusot, France; only one aircraft was lost during the course of the mission. It was Danny’s. He was taken prisoner and interned in Stalag Luft Oberursel, Germany.

“Earl! Danielle! Come on you two! You’re supposed to be having a torrid affair, at least act like you like each other!” Benny was losing his patience with his two leads.

He called them over so he could speak with them privately.

“Look I know you both have your reasons for playing the leads in my production but if you two don’t at least try to act your parts I’ll fire you both!” Benny said heatedly.

“Flight Sargent Benquist; I won’t stand for your insolence!” Steven Boyd snapped.

“Well fuck you! Sir!” Benny swore turned on his heels and stormed away.

“Rehearsals are over the day!” he shrieked in his shrill voice.

Flight Lieutenant Steven Boyd went straight over Wing Commander Smyth-Waddington’s hut and made a complaint, wanting Flight Sargent Benquist bought up on charges. Smithy was meeting with other members of the escape Committee so he took Steven Boyd outside. He offered him a cigarette.

“I’m going to speak to you candidly Steven; have you ever heard the phrase ‘tough titty said the kitty’?” Smithy drew on his cigarette.

Steven shook his head.

“Well it’s appropriate here. I have one and only one Flight Sargent Matthew ‘Benny’ Benquist who is intrinsic to keeping up the men’s morale with his amateur dramatic society which also provides a ruse for the existence of The Shop,” Smithy blew smoke towards the sky.

“I have about fifty Flight Lieutenants and twice that many enlisted men who want to escape. Your German language skills stink and so does your attitude. Now get back over there and do whatever the fuck you are told to do or I’ll put you in charge of painting rocks,” Smithy dropped his cigarette on the hard clay and ground it out with his boot.

He turned away and went back inside the hut.

Steven Boyd baulked. He wasn’t used to being spoken to like that but he realised that unless he buckled under, any chance of an escape was gone. He went back to the theatre with his tail between his legs and apologised to Flight Sargent Benquist. The apology stuck in his craw but he had no choice.

Rehearsals continued.

“I’m still not kissing a man!” Danielle pouted.

“Ok you two. I’ll be happy if you just pretend you have passion for each other during these early preparations; but when we get into full production rehearsals you had better show me some emotion or you’re both fired,” Benny threw his script on the table.

“Can he do that sir? Fire us?” Danielle asked.

“Yes he bloody-well can! And call me Steven while we are in character from now on,” Steven blushed and Danielle couldn’t help but smile.

Things got a little better on stage after that until one day Wing Commander ‘Smithy’ Smyth-Waddington came down to see how the production was going.

“My god! Is that you in there Danny?” Smithy was astonished.

Danielle had spent every waking hour practicing to be woman. With Mary Mayne’s help she had learned to adjust her posture and how to walk just like a woman and mastered the art of walking in high heels.

“Smaller steps, point your toes inward a little and down; come down on the front of your foot first darling or you’ll be arse over tits,” Mary encouraged her protégé.

Mary also taught Danielle how to talk like a woman.

“Better to embellish the truth than tell an out and out lie if you know what I mean. A falsetto is exactly that, ‘false’. Work on feminising your own voice,” Mary said.

“When a man talks the sound forms in the top of the larynx. When a lady speaks, her voice forms at the bottom. To sound higher raise the sides of your tongue to press against your upper teeth at the back and try to sing a bit more as you speak, allowing a little more breath into your tone,” she explained.

It was twice as hard for Danielle because once she had perfected her femme voice in English she had to adopt it to her French and German languages.

She listened to Marlene Dietrich records and imitated her voice when speaking both English and German and emulated Edith Piaf when speaking French; both had distinctive contralto voices, which were the same timbre as her own.

Danielle was now ‘passable’; undistinguishable from a woman unless you lifted her skirts of put your hand in her bra.

“Bloody marvellous Danny. Come over to my hut for a cuppa and a chat at two o’clock,” Smithy beamed.

Danielle was over the moon expecting Wing Commander Smyth-Waddington and the Escape Committee to approve Danny’s plan to escape disguised as a woman to throw the German’s off track. When he arrived at Smithy’s hut the Escape Committee was sitting behind the long table they used for planning purposes and there were two chairs arranged in front of them.

Flight Lieutenant Steven Boyd was already occupying one of the chairs.

“Sit down Danny,” Smithy pointed to the spare chair.

When Danielle sat down smoothing her skirt under her and crossing her ankles every man present couldn’t help but look at her long legs and pretty face.

“My god you look brilliant! I wouldn’t recognise you at all,” Smithy gushed.

“So you’re approving my escape plan then sir?” Danielle was confident.

“Well yes… but with a slight modification,” Smithy began.

Danielle was about to reply but Smith held up a finger.

“You’re taking Flight Lieutenant Boyd with you,” Smithy continued; once again raising a finger to halt Danielle’s response.

“His French isn’t as good as yours and his German is bloody atrocious,” this time he held a finger up to Steven.

“You’re going as a married couple. You are employed as an interpreter and travelling to Calais with your husband who doesn’t speak German. That way Steven can stay schtum; say nothing, that way he won’t get himself in the shit while you are still in Germany,” Smithy beamed.

“But!” both Danielle and Steven said in unison.

“Butt me no butts! I get two escapes for one with both of you going over the wire. The Shop is working on your papers and travel documents so get back to rehearsals and try to get along,” Smithy picked up some papers and started talking to the man next to him.

Both Danielle and Steven were stunned. They both sat there bewildered; unable to move.

“Come on you two; chop, chop. I now pronounce you man and wife,” Smithy made a sign of the cross and laughed.

The rest of the Escape Committee laughed along with him.

Danielle stormed off and purloined a bottle of rotgut as the prisoners referred to their illicit home brewed alcohol. She crawled into one of the many hidey-holes behind the stage that were used for storage but also for clandestine rendezvous. She had smoked two cigarettes and drunk a quarter of the bottle when Mary opened the hatch and crawled in beside her. There was just enough room to sit comfortably but not enough to stand; there were a couple of old blankets on the bare ground to sit on.

“Thought I’d find you here; bloody Steven Boyd is throwing a tanty as well, storming round the set” Mary took the bottle from Danielle and took an unladylike swig.

“You two have a lover’s tiff or something?” Mary tried to lighten the mood.

“Fucking Smithy! He’s making me take that useless sod with me when I go. That idiot will have us captured as soon as he opens his gob!” Danielle complained.

“Well it’ll be up to you to make sure he behaves then won’t it,” Mary dug Danielle in the ribs.

“It’s not funny Mary!” Danielle whined.

“Jeez you sound just like my sister; you’ve got that whingeing voice down perfect. Anyway; I wouldn’t mind being on the run with tall, dark and handsome Steven Boyd, he can keep me warm at night,” Mary said, the innuendo not lost on Danielle.

“Oh god no!” Danielle snatched the bottle back and drank.

“The lady doth protest too much, methinks,” Mary tried to snatch the bottle back but Danielle resisted.

“You take that back you floozy!” Danielle began to struggle with Mary.

“Little Danielle’s got a crush on Steven,” Mary said in a childlike taunting voice.

Danielle rolled over on top of Mary, straddling her and pinning her arms to the floor. She lowered her face an inch away from Mary’s.

“Take it back you bitch!” Danielle breathed rotgut into Mary’s face, their lips so close they were nearly touching.

Mary smiled up at Danielle.

“I’ve really made you into a girl haven’t I? You even fight like a girl,” Mary sniggered.

Danielle released one of Mary’s wrists so the she could punch her and that was the opportunity that Mary needed. She was bigger and stronger that Danielle despite her femininity she was a good fighter.

Mary rolled Danielle over and now she was lying on top her.

“Seems like that I now have the advantage,” Mary tittered.

During the struggle their legs had become entwined and their skirts ridden up. Mary scissored and the hiss of nylons rubbing together filled the silence. Their groins were pressed together, a barrier of satin, silk and nylon between them. Mary felt Danielle become tumescent and she smiled and ground her pubis into Danielle’s.

“You didn’t gaff today did you, you naughty girl,” Mary chided and Danielle blushed.

“Now you take it back,” Mary whispered in Danielle’s ear.

The wisp of Mary’s breath in her ear flamed Danielle’s excitement.

“I’m sorry,” Danielle whispered and searched Mary’s eyes.

Mary knew that look. Danielle was excited but confused; she wanted something but didn’t know how to ask.

Mary lowered her lips to Danielle's. Danielle kept her lips firmly closed so Mary kissed her softly; closed-mouthed. She delicately kissed the side of Danielle's mouth, then her cheek, the tip of nose, her eyelid and then returned to her mouth.

This time Danielle opened her lips and allowed Mary to slip in her tongue and probe Danielle's mouth. Danielle put her arms around Mary and pulled her close and Danielle reciprocated, meeting Mary’s tongue with her own.

They kissed, their bodies pressed together, for what seemed like an eternity. Finally Danielle broke the kiss.

“Is this wrong?” her eyes searched Mary’s.

“Does it matter?” Mary lowered her face back to Danielle's.

Mary’s hand meandered down Danielle's body and found her legs, she stroked Danielle's stockinged thighs. Danielle made muffled groaning sounds and began to wriggle. Mary was unsure whether it was a sign of encouragement or rebuttal but when her fingers found Danielle erect inside her satin knickers she didn’t care either way.

She gripped Danielle's shaft, smoothing the silky sleek material around it. She slowly began to stroke Danielle's hard penis, felling the dewy wetness as Danielle leaked into her knickers.

“Oh my!” Danielle gasped.

All pretence of rejection ceased, Danielle pulled Mary closer and kissed her deeply. She raised the small of her back off the ground to encourage Mary who had ceased stroking Danielle's penis and was now featherlightly running her fingers along the gossamer clad appendage. She broke the kiss and looked down on Danielle's pretty face.

“You like it don’t you?” she smiled.

“Yes! Now stop teasing,” Danielle bucked, encouraging Mary to stroke her again.

Danielle was disappointed when Mary broke their embrace; she thought that she might have done something wrong. But what Mary did next astonished her.

Mary twisted herself around so that her mouth was above Danielle's groin then she lowered her head and lapped at Danielle's knicker-clad erection.

Danielle gasped; she had never had anyone use their mouth down there. She gently placed her hands on Mary’s head and encouraged her. Mary teased Danielle, gently lapping at her phallus through the layer of satin as Danielle writhed beneath her. She took one of Danielle's hands away and guided it under her skirt.

Danielle explored Mary’s stocking tops, luxuriating in the feel of the diaphanous nylon stocking and the contrast of Mary’s smooth flesh above the welt. With some trepidation Danielle slid her hand across the front of Mary’s knickers and found that Mary too was erect and her knickers wet. She didn’t feel the revulsion that she suspected she might when she actually took Mary’s member in her hand. It felt wonderful, erotic, powerful, and exiting.

Danielle almost forgot what Mary was doing to her; she was so excited exploring inside Mary’s knickers, marvelling at the feel of the smooth shaft, the pulsing, throbbing cock hard in her hand.

Then Mary slipped Danielle's cock out of her panties and engulfed it with her mouth. She slavered at the turgid appendage and was reward immediately with a mouthful of creamy semen. Danielle could not repress her climax. She squirmed and shuddered, mouthing incoherent squeals of delight.

Danielle’s orgasm could only be described as earth shattering. It was not only the feel of Mary’s mouth on her penis, it was the whole experience of being enfemme whilst climaxing, the taste and scent of her makeup and perfume, the rapture of her legs encased in sheer stockings, her feet clad in high heels. There was also the delightful sensation of nylon knickers and satin slip, the awareness of her skirt and blouse, the whole wondrous femininity of it all.

Danielle instinctively guided Mary’s penis to her mouth and mimicked the suckling effect that Mary was performing on her. She slavered at the organ with her tongue and worked her lips up and down the shaft. She was rewarded with a mouthful of ejaculate, which tasted musty but also ambrosial. She was not all repulsed; quite the contrary; she lapped at the organ and swallowed Mary’s issue with relish. Danielle felt empowerment as well as lust; the whole experience was liberating.

Mary drained the last of Danielle's spend and licked her lover clean, tucking her deflating penis back inside her knickers and Danielle followed suit. Mary turned around and lay beside Danielle and kissed her tentatively; waiting for Danielle to be repulsed but Danielle crushed her lips against Mary’s and explored her mouth with her tongue.

Mary broke the kiss and looked at Danielle earnestly.

“Are you ok? No post coital regret?” she asked.

“Au contraire; that was wonderful. You are indeed a brilliant teacher,” Danielle smiled at Mary and then pulled her close and kissed her again.

They lay in each other’s arms, softly caressing and kissing each other for most of the afternoon.

“You’ve taught me everything else about being a transvestite woman; will you teach about sex?” Danielle whispered.

“You seem to be getting the hang of it,” Mary smiled mischievously.

“You know what I mean,” Danielle punched her softly in the shoulder.

“I want to be good at it; I want to make sure I pleasure you as much as you pleasure me,” she stroked Mary’s face.

Mary sighed and kissed Danielle which led to more foreplay which led to more fellatio; but this time they took it slow and Mary guided Danielle, teaching her how to use her tongue, her lips and sometimes her teeth to invoke the greatest pleasure.

“You know what you’re learning here might become as important to you outside the wire as what you are learning on the stage. Sometimes when a woman is in tight spot she uses her sexuality to overcome adversity,” Mary caressed Danielle's thigh absentmindedly.

“I don’t know what you mean?” Danielle looked puzzled.

Then it dawned on her.

“Oh no! Oh no, never! I couldn’t so that with a man,” Danielle shuddered, repulsed at the thought.

“But you like doing it with me, and you like me doing it to you” Mary countered.

“It’s different! Were women, or goddamn close to it! I don’t know how to explain it. Danielle Collingwood loves having sex with Mary Mayne but could never have sex with Senior Aircraftman Douglas Mayne; do you get it?” Danielle tried to explain.

“Yeah I get it. There are a couple of the other girls who feel the same way. You’re not a fag if you only suck transvestite cock,” Mary teased.

“Don’t make it sound so crude!” Danielle punched Mary again, a little harder this time.

“You do it with men don’t you?” Danielle snuggled up to Mary.

“Yes,” Mary drew out her answer.

“There is nothing that makes me feel more feminine that being held by a handsome strong man,” Mary sighed.

“And then being shagged by him,” Mary giggled and Danielle pummelled her with fake punches.

Then she became serious again.

“When you say fuck you mean…?” she left the question hanging.

“You know what I mean,” Mary replied sternly.

“Oh yuk! No way! Isn’t that…isn’t the dirty?” Danielle had to admit her interest was piqued.

“If it’s done right it’s beautiful; once you’ve done the preparation you can confidently enjoy the experience,” Mary smiled.

“Well not for me I’m afraid; nor am I having anything like that to do with a man!” Danielle said confidently, lighting a cigarette.

“I’m just saying that when you are outside the wire you’d do anything not to get caught. You never say never. If I had to choose between sucking on a Luger or a cock I know which one I’d opt for,” Mary took the proffered smokes and lit one herself.

“I can smell those cigarettes from here! Now if you two have finished playing struggle-rug on the blanket I’d like you back on stage please!” Benny kicked the hatch and shouted.

Danielle cringed.

“God do you think he knows? Shit! Everyone will know if he keeps yelling like that,” Danielle sounded worried.

“You really are naïve Danielle, all the girls in the production are going to know anyway. I don’t know what it is we just know when one of the girls is bonking one of the others; call it tranny intuition,” Mary laughed.

She stubbed out her cigarette and got ready to leave.

“We’re hardly bonking!” Danielle said self-righteously.

“Yet!” Mary winked at her and backed out of the hatch.

Work on the production continued.

Clash by Night was hardly a big production; there were no musical numbers so the 'Oberdium Theatre Orchestra' was only required to provide background music and the cast was only twenty actors with four principal leads. Few extras were required. There were no really elaborate sets but there was enough work to keep everybody busy.

The Shop worked on fitting out Danielle and Steven with travelling attire and the necessary travel documentation to ensure their bonafides as they crossed the many checkpoints and the random stop and searches that the Nazis and Nazi collaborators conducted. Danielle was fitted out with a couple of dresses to go with the brown and blue pinstriped suits that she would wear in the production. Steven was fitted another suit too so that he had three in total.

Their documents identified them as Mr and Mrs Stephan and Danielle Bouvier; French citizens and Nazi collaborators. They had a backstory to justify their journey. Danielle was an interpreter who had been seconded to work at the headquarters of the 17th Infantry Division Frankfurt. She deciphered captured documents, translated radio messages, and on occasion translated for the Wehrmacht and Gestapo when they interrogated Allied POWs.

The couple had been allowed to transfer to Calais to be close to Danielle’s ailing mother. Calais was the Command Post for German forces in the Pas-de-Calais and Flanders region and she would be working for the occupation forces there as an interpreter.

There was also a very strong French Resistance organisation in and around Calais. The SFIO Liberation-Nord were mainly concerned with spying on the Germans and disrupting German operations, waiting patiently for the Allies to liberate them but they had also returned many POWs to Dover just across the English Channel.

Danielle and ‘Stephan’ would travel most of their journey by train via Cologne, Lieg, Brussels, Ghent, Ostend and Dunkirk, and finally Calais. They would contact a small German Resistance group immediately after their escape who would hide the couple until the initial kafuffle had died down. They would then travel by legitimate means, mainly rail, until they reached Calais. It was considered safer that way; they had the appropriate paperwork which they were confident would stand up to scrutiny so there was no need to behave suspiciously.

Danielle's main concern was Steven Boyd. To carry out their ruse he would need to be deferential to his ‘wife’ whose language skills were highly prized by the Germans; he was really just accompanying her. Also his German was awful; she was determined for him not to speak unless absolutely necessary. His French was passable and likely to fool the German’s but any French national would immediately pick him for a foreigner.

He was a liability and so was his ego.

Danielle and Steven had to practice their backstory as well as their roles in the play. To some extent the production rehearsals helped, but when they rehearsed their roles as Mr and Mrs Bouvier Steven refused to let Danielle be the dominant partner.

“You need to let me take the lead; you need to act like a husband who is grateful to have such a pretty wife and allowed to accompany her,” Danielle tried to explain.

“The Germans will not respect a man who hides behind his wife’s pinafore! I need to act like I’m in charge at all times,” Steven countered.

“And when the Feldjägerkorps border guard starts talking to you in rapidfire German what are you going to say husband of mine?” Danielle asked sarcastically.

“I’ll defer him to you,” Steven answered snootily.

“As soon as you open your mouth they will know you’re British. You might as well offer them a cup of tea and crumpet!” Danielle stamped her foot.

“You might look like a woman, you might sound like a woman, and you certainly behave like a woman; but you’re really just a Corporal and I’m an officer in the Royal Airforce! You will do what you’re told!” Steven snapped.

Flight Lieutenant Steven Boyd once again found himself outside of Wing Commander Smyth-Waddington’s hut.

“Look Steven; I’m not asking you to shag her. I’m just asking you to pretend you’re married to her and be the faithful deferential husband,” Smithy lit a cigarette; he pointedly did not offer one to Steven.

“But she’s not a she! He’s a Corporal! A fucking tailgunner for god sake! I’m a fucking pilot!” Steven was exasperated.

“See there! That there! That’s the attitude that is going to get you both captured or killed. If you can’t behave yourself and get your character weighed off, you’re for the high horse. I’ll have your understudy take your place not only in the play but in the escape,” Smithy growled.

“Final warning!” Smithy turned his back and was about to walk away.

“By the way old chap; I wouldn’t get all uppity about Collingwood being only a Corporal. He is better educated than you and comes from a far better family. Rather than looking down your nose at that pretty little thing maybe you should ask her about herself. You should do; you are married to her,” Smithy chuckled at his own joke as he walked away.

Danielle was good student, not only of her role in the play and her role as married French interpreter, but she was an especially good student of transbian sex as Benny’s girls called it. She practiced with Mary almost every day and was soon an adept fellatrix. They experimented with every perversion imaginable except one; until one afternoon they were canoodling under the stage in their favourite hidey-hole and Danielle was on top of Mary.

They were kissing passionately and practicing frottage through their knickers; Mary wore nylon knickers and Danielle satin and exquisite friction of their erect penises rubbing together was driving them both wild.

Mary had her legs open and Danielle was between them, their skirts were hiked up and they were rubbing against each other like minxes.

Mary reached down and extracted Danielle’s penis from her knickers so Danielle was expecting either hand relief or fellatio as was their usual lovemaking routine. But Danielle was surprised when Mary took Danielle's penis guided it to her sphincter.

“Wait Mary I’m not sure… oh my god!” Mary had thrust upward and impaled herself on Danielle’s cock.

As her penis slid all the way inside Mary, Danielle was astounded by the pleasurable feeling of Mary’s tight anus gripping her penis. Almost automatically she began to thrust, as she did Mary who lifted her legs and wrapped them around Danielle’s flanks, encouraging her. They kissed as Danielle drove her rampant penis in and out Mary’s slick passage. She began to fuck Mary harder as she felt her orgasm approaching and Mary rose up to meet her.

“Am I hurting you?” Danielle was concerned that fucking Mary so hard might cause her pain.

“Oh yeah! Your hurting me so hard I just came in my knickers,” Mary sighed.

Danielle felt Mary’s anus grip her penis and convulse; she glanced down and saw that Mary was ejaculating into her panties. This invoked Danielle's climax and she gripped Mary and drove herself deep inside her lover and spent herself. The two transvestites clung to each other kissing and uttering words of the utmost depravity as they both orgasmed.

Later as they lay in each other’s arms smoking Danielle worked up the courage to ask her lover the question that was burning away at her.

“It’s doesn’t hurt?” Danielle turned on her side to face Mary.

“What doesn’t hurt?” Mary knew what Danielle meant but she was determined to drag it out of her.

“You know. When I fucked you. I could tell by the look on your face that you were enjoying it and of course when you came in your knickers it was obvious,” Danielle patted Mary’s damp knickers; Mary’s skirt was still hiked up out of the way so as not get stained by her semen.

“I’ll be honest with you; sometimes it does hurt but in a nice way that’s hard to explain. It usually hurts the first time and always if lubricant isn’t used,” Mary explained.

“But I don’t remember lubricating you?” Danielle was confused.

“I had pre-lubricated myself. I’d prepared myself and lubricated inside my anus with Vaseline,” Mary explained.

“Really?” Danielle was no wiser.

“Ok. Let me change my knickers and we are off to the camp hospital,” Mary disengaged herself from Danielle.

“Meet me out front of the hospital in fifteen minutes,” Mary said stubbing out her cigarette.

“Ok now what?” Danielle asked twenty minutes later as they entered the door to the field hospital.

“Follow me,” Mary led Danielle to the dispensary.

“Benny’s Girls are allowed in here to take what we call our necessaries. The camp doctors would rather let us take an ounce of prevention than administer a pound of cure,” Mary winked at her.

She strode past the orderly as if he wasn’t there; the orderly was too busy administering to real patients to worry about one of Benny’s Girls. He knew what they wanted and it was no problem

“Ok open your purse. These are the necessaries,” Mary threw a douche, a roll of surgical tape, and a tube of Vaseline into Danielle’s purse.

They went back to their deserted barracks and laid out their plunder on the table beside their bunks. Since the first week of production, Mary had moved into Danielle’s barrack hut. They were friends and lovers as Danielle and Mary and mates as Danny and Doug. It was a strange arrangement but it worked.

“What do I do with this?” Danielle held up the douche.

It had a red rubber ball on one end with a plastic pipette coming out of it that had a rounded end.

“There is no way not to be frank about it I’m afraid sweet’s. You fill the rubber ball with water, put some Vaseline on the stem, and stick it up your bottom and squeeze. Evacuate and then keep repeating until the water comes out clear,” Mary said candidly and lit a cigarette.

Danielle shivered with disgust.

“Sorry darling; that’s the practicality of anal sex but I can tell you it’s well worth it,” Mary exhaled smoke in a series of rings.

“And where am I supposed to carry out this disgusting ritual?” Danielle lit a cigarette.

“Best done in the bog dearie. You can do it in the garden though if you’d like to fertilise the veggies,” Mary said facetiously.

Danielle's anger was rising.

“How can I do it in the bog! They’ll all be watching me,” she slammed the douche down on the table.

The airman’s latrine was just a series of holes cut into a long bench over a trench with a roll of toilet paper at each end. There was no privacy.

“We get to use the officers bogs when we are enfemme you ninny. You wait until then,” Mary smiled smugly.

Danielle realised that she had been stupid. She knew that once dressed they could use the officer’s heads, which were individual stalls instead of an open free for all.

“Then you squeeze Vaseline inside you but keep some handy because you will likely need to lube up the offered appendage,” Mary laughed when Danielle blushed.

“The tape?” Danielle lifted the roll off the table.

“Ah. That serves a practical purpose. You know how Benny often complains about the bump in the front of your skirt and I promised you I’d show you how to gaff the first time I… well shall we say relived you?” Mary explained and Danielle nodded.

Mary looked around to double check the barracks was clear. It was mid afternoon so everyone should be at work.

“Ok. Stand up, hike up your skirt and pull down your knickers,” Mary said around her smoke.

“You’re joking right?” Danielle was shocked to be asked to do such a thing in the open barracks.

“Just do it!” Mary insisted.

Danielle stood and did as she was told

“Ok you feel under there?” Mary put her fingers under Danielle’s groin.

Danielle placed her fingers there and located her inguinal canals where Mary had her fingers.

“You push your testes back up where they came from. Do it gently and stop if there is any pain,” Mary instructed.

To Danielle's amazement she was able to push her testes up into her body leaving her scrotal sac empty. Mary then showed her how to wrap the sac around her penis and push them back between her legs. She used a piece of surgical tape to keep the tuck secured.

Danielle pulled up her knickers and was delighted with the result. She had a smooth appearance with no evidence of any genitals.

“Ok now you know how to gaff. The douching and lubricating is up to you; you don’t have to do it at all if you don’t want to. But if you want to be fucked it’s essential,” Mary stubbed out her cigarette.

“Let’s get back to the theatre; we have to rehearse the second act again in ten minutes,” Mary rose and Danielle tossed all of the items in her purse.

Three days later Danielle winced as Mary’s penis slipped past her sphincter and into her anus; she bit down on her tongue to stop herself crying out as Mary slowly buried her penis inside her anus.

Mary soothed and told her it was all going to be ok and she would soon be feeling the most glorious sensation she had ever felt.

Danielle called her a lying bitch and tried to expel Mary’s penis from her back passage.

Fifteen minutes later Danielle was rutting like a whore in heat; rising to meet Mary’s thrusts with her ankles locked behind Mary’s back as she begged Mary to fuck her harder.

Mary came deep inside Danielle and Danielle creamed her knickers. After, they lay sated and panting in post coital bliss. Mary leaned over and kissed her lover.

“I told you it was amazing,” Mary beamed.

Danielle just lay back and smiled up at the boards above her head; she felt the most contented that she had ever felt in her life.

To be continued

“For god sake will you two at least pretend that you like each other,” Benny was exasperated.

Danielle and Steven both had their roles down pat and had mastered all of the scenes, especially the scenes where they argued or fought, but their love scenes were awful. They held each other apart and pecked each other chastely.

“I’ve told you that I’ll fire you and put in the understudies unless you two give me at least one convincing love scene,” Benny threw his script on the table and stared at the actors on the stage defiantly.

“Let’s try it again please,” Benny huffed.

Danielle saw Steven roll his eyes but she had had enough; she was determined to inject some passion into the scene.

When they next kissed Steven was astounded when Danielle pressed herself against him and wrapped him in her arms. She was diminutive and he tall so she had to stand on her tippytoes in her high heels and even then he had to lower his face to hers so that their lips met. Her scent was provocative, her lips soft, and her body inviting. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and he was so bewildered that he immediately reciprocated and kissed her back. She tasted sweet despite the numerous cigarettes they had smoked during rehearsals.

Kissing Danielle was like kissing the sweetest girl he had ever kissed back home in England only twenty times better. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed himself into her and kissed her deeply.

“Finally!” Benny sighed.

“Ok, ok, enough you two, that’s scene,” he called up at the stage.

They either didn’t hear Benny or chose to ignore him as they continued to kiss each other fervidly; their bodies moulded together.

“Ok scene! Cut!” Benny called.

The other actors and lighting technicians stopped what they were doing to watch.

Danielle felt Steven become tumescent and he made no attempt to hide it from her; in fact he pushed the bulge in his trousers against her body. She was glad that she was gaffed because she too was becoming aroused.

Who would have thought this arrogant arsehole would be such a good kisser; she loathed him, but at the same time he excited her.

They finally broke the kiss after what seemed like an eternity; they were both breathless and blushing. They blushed and then flushed redder when everyone in theatre began to applaud; one scallywag even whistled.

“Bravo! Wonderful! Now that’s what I’ve been waiting for! I want that passion during all of your love scenes,” Benny beamed.

“Ok; break for lunch then back for another run through,” Benny called out to his team.

Danielle turned her back on Steven Boyd and strode away from him before could speak to her. She was confused. She didn’t understand how a man could make her feel this way; especially that man! Mary Mayne wasn’t required for the rehearsal and was nowhere to be found so she couldn’t approach her usual confidant to get advice.

Danielle checked their favourite hidey-hole under the stage but Mary wasn’t there. Danielle wanted to be left alone until she could discuss her dilemma with Mary but Steven caught up with her behind the stage. They were alone in the theatre.

She looked down and kicked at the floor with her shoe, unable to meet his gaze and not wanting to talk.

“What was that; just then?” Steven murmured.

Danielle remained silent, looking at her feet.

“Talk to me Danielle,” Steve lightly shook her.

“Is that an order sir!” Danielle snapped, glaring at him.

Steven had realised how beautiful Danielle was before the love scene this morning but he couldn’t see through the fact that Danielle was Corporal Daniel Collingwood. Now he could see nothing of the aircraftsman, only the beautiful, feminine, seductive creature before him.

“You know I can’t order you to kiss me,” Steven replied diffidently.

“But I wish I could,” he sighed.

Danielle suppressed a grin.

“I still might not let you,” Danielle replied impudently but was unable to suppress a smirk.

“What if I just took one?” Steven responded graciously.

“Then I suppose I’d better let you; I wouldn’t want you getting into trouble,” Danielle simpered.

Steven stepped into Danielle and put his arms around her and pulled her close. He kissed her softly at first, tasting her lipstick and inhaling her scent then he drew her close to him and slipped his tongue between her lips, probing her mouth. Danielle became light headed and clung to him, responding to his kisses.

She felt him becoming erect and she smiled.

“You think it’s funny, the effect you have on me?” Steven chided her blithely.

“Oh no sir; I was merely being responsive to your order,” Danielle grinned at him, her voice heavy with sarcasm

“So you will obey me?” Steven played along.

“As your subordinate and your wife I am duty bound,” she replied coquettishly, batting her eyelashes for effect.

“You’re taking the piss out of me aren’t you?” Steven put his hands on her waist and lifted her up and put her on a nearby stool; she felt as light as a feather. Danielle crossed her legs demurely and smoothed her skirt.

“There young lady; now you can be comfortable while we talk,” Steven grinned.

“Am I expected to be here for a while then Steven?” she glared at him.

“Not if you obey orders,” he grinned back at her.

His eyes sparkled and Danielle was once again taken with his handsomeness.

“I always obey my husband,” Danielle said factitiously.

“Then sit up straight,” Steven demanded.

Danielle complied, smiling as she did.

“Salute me,” he grinned.

Danielle gave him an exaggerated mockery of a salute.

“Look up and then look down,” Danielle complied again.

“Uncross your legs,” he ordered.

“Why?” she asked.

“So I can make sure you sit up straight and pay attention to me,” Steven said sternly.

Danielle did as he was told, reticently uncrossing her legs but keeping them firmly together.

“Open your legs,” he said with a dry mouth.

“Why?” she responded.

“So I can run my hand up your thigh,” he replied.

Danielle gasped because she had automatically complied with the order and Steven had put his hand under her skirt. Instead slapping his hand away she sat perfectly still.

“You’re in breach of regulations sir. We are both technically on duty and you have your hand up my skirt,” Danielle remained immobile.

“Only halfway up,” he gently stroked the soft skin above her stocking tops.

His fingers fluttered against her skin sending shivers through her.

“Well I still think you should stop sir,” Danielle whispered.

Steven stopped stroking her leg but his hand stayed under skirt, his fingers toyed with one of her garter snaps.

“You know you tasted so sweet when I kissed you,” he put a finger on her lips.

“That’s my lipstick,” she bit his finger.

“Well you taste lovely and you are so pretty, so feminine; I can’t believe I never noticed before,” he started absentmindedly stroking the welt of her stocking again.

She felt herself tremble; she held her breath.

“I asked you to stop sir,” Danielle murmured.

“Is that what you really want,” he slid his hand further up her skirt.

He explored the soft pale skin above her stocking, then the crease where her thigh met her torso, and finally his fingers slid across the front of her panties.

Danielle gasped.

She put her hand down there and stopped him proceeding any further. She could see the puzzled look on Steven’s face, he had obviously expected to find a package in the front of her knickers. He had no idea what a gaff was.

Danielle took advantage of his surprise, as Steven stood stock-still.

She reached out and unzipped him.

“There seems to be something missing from inside your underwear,” Steven said; his mouth dry.

“I seem to have found something inside yours,” Danielle slipped her fingers inside his flies.

She brushed her fingers against him. She could feel him though his cotton underwear, he was turgid and he gasped as she applied firm pressure to his manhood.

He took his hand from under her skirt and gripped her shoulders and leaned in to kiss her but Danielle turned her face to one side and wouldn’t let him. He tried to pull her closer but she wouldn’t come; she sat stiffly on the stool, staring into his blue eyes, watching him closely for any reaction as she held him though his underpants.

She squeezed him tightly and Steven began to shake; he thought his knees would buckle. She could feel his penis pulsing as he leaned into her and this time she allowed him to nuzzle her neck.

He tried to put his hand under her skirt again but she closed her legs chastely and wouldn’t let him.

“Please?” he begged.

She smiled spitefully as he tried in vein to open her legs.

She stroked his turgid penis; she could feel it quiver, the front of his briefs were wet with precum. He was shuddering and close to release. He was on the edge, nibbling and licking at her earlobe and her neck. His eyes rolled back as his orgasm approached.

Danielle whipped her hand away from him and dropped down off the stool.

“Back to work I think Steven; we still have a lot of rehearsing to do. Are you coming?” she skipped away from him looking back at him over her shoulder and giving him a beatific smile.

As soon as she was out of sight Steven took out his penis and finished what Danielle had started; spilling his seed on the floor, his knees buckled and he held onto the stool to stop from collapsing.

Steven could hear her ringing laughter from the front of the stage; she’d caught up with Mary Mayne and they were talking loudly, probably about him.

“Bitch!” he hissed; but he was smiling as he cleaned up with a handkerchief and put himself away.

There were quite a few love scenes to rehearse before the afternoon was up and Danielle and Steven performed very much to Benny’s high standard. If anything, their kisses became even more passionate. At first Steven remained flaccid but by mid afternoon he was hard again; it was a good thing he was wearing baggy trousers. As for Danielle; the crotch of her knickers was soaked by the end of the day.

“It’s confusing,” Danielle said to Mary as they lay in each other’s arms on their blanket under the stage.

“I hate that man so much but I’m infatuated with him,” Danielle sighed.

“As your understudy I’m prepared to sacrifice my dignity and let him shag me senseless to save your honour,” Mary replied sardonically.

“You’re no help,” Danielle punched her shoulder.

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; the lady doth protest too much, methinks,” Mary chuckled.

“Oh fuck off!” Danielle pouted.

The next day involved more love scenes, which Danielle and Steven performed admirably but outside of their acting on stage Danielle refused to engage with Steven despite his repeated attempts. Steven was becoming frustrated, even a little enraged as Danielle rebuked his every attempt to address her. There was little he could do as the theatre was crowded so it was impossible for him to get her on her own.

When the lunchtime break was announced he looked around for Danielle expectantly but she was nowhere to be seen.

After searching the front of stage he went behind it. Hanging on a coat hanger next the little doorway to the under-stage storage room was Danielle's suit and blouse; her shoes neatly arranged underneath the coat hanger. Two little stockinets filled with rice were stuffed in her shoes; she’d removed her breastforms.

“I thought I’d find you in here,” Steven grinned as he opened the hatch and crawled inside.

Because the space was so small he was so tall he had to crawl on his hands and knees.

“What are you doing here?” Danielle was lying on the blanket dressed only in slip, knickers, stockings and bra reading an old magazine.

“I’m looking for my leading lady who seems to have disrobed and crawled into a storage locker for some reason,” Steven scooted up and lay down beside her.

“I like it here. It’s quiet and I can relax in peace,” she said pointedly.

“Relax in your underwear?” Steven replied sharply.

“I have taken off my suit and blouse so as not to wrinkle or smudge them; that really pissed off the costume department,” Danielle lit a cigarette.

She did not offer one to Steven.

“Why are you here and more importantly and why are lying beside me uninvited?” she blew smoke at the boards above her head.

Steven took the cigarette from Danielle's fingers and crushed it out. He turned side on and stroked her hair.

“I had this thought yesterday but today I’m going to vocalise it. I’ve been a bloody fool. I didn’t realise how beautiful you really are, not only are you beautiful, but feminine, delightful and intelligent. And I’ve been such a boor,” he continued to stroke her hair.

“Well that’s stating the bleeding obvious,” Danielle could not meet his eyes.

“You’re making this very hard for me Danielle,” Steven sighed.

“Is that an attempted double entendre? Are you making a joke at my expense?” Danielle griped.

“No! No! Look I am trying to be contrite. Smithy told me that rather than looking at down my nose at you maybe I should ask you about yourself. I’m trying so dash hard to apologise and I’m afraid I’m ballsing it all up,” Danielle grinned at Steven’s fumbling attempt to defend himself.

“I don’t want to talk about my past. I don’t want you to think of me as anyone other the Danielle, your mistress in the play and your wife when we escape,” Danielle turned to face him.

“Done,” Steven’s smile was almost irresistible.

“No! Not for that reason! We need to remain in character so that we don’t make any mistakes,” Danielle pushed him away as he tried to kiss her.

But Steven had seen a smile cross her face and he pressed his advantage. Despite her struggles he pulled her to him and kissed her. Danielle ceased to struggle and responded, slipping her tongue into his mouth. She lifted her leg over his and his hand went to it, he smoothed the satin slip up and down her stocking-sheathed thigh and she gasped into his mouth. When his hand found her knickers she pushed it away.

“I’m sorry; I’ve been presumptuous and gone too far,” Steven sighed.

“Hurry, we don’t have much time,” Danielle fumbled at his belt, hastily unbuckling it.

She helped him shuck down his trousers as he kicked off his shoes. His briefs followed his trousers and Steven was naked from the waist down. Danielle took his erection in her hand and squeezed it as she kissed him.

“Are you sure about this?” she asked as she slid under him.

“Oh god yes,” Steven groaned as he rubbed his erect penis on the front of her nylon panties.

His hands found her little breasts and flicked her already erect nipples.

“They’re tiny,” Danielle moued.

“They’re perfect; just like you,” Steven lowered his face and kissed her as he stroked her flat chest.

Danielle sensed his urgency and guided him inside the leg of her knickers and pressed his glans to her puckered bud. She locked her arms around his shoulders and rose up, impaling herself on his rampant phallus. It was long and thick and it slid all the way inside her. She had prepared herself for this eventuality.

“What about?” Steven gasped as she locked her legs around him and began to rock back and forth.

Danielle was gaffed; she didn’t want Steven to have to worry about her. She didn’t want to see the look of disgust on his face when her felt her penis become erect in her knickers. She kept it taped between her legs, it was turgid and a little painful but it didn’t matter, this was all for Steven. She wanted to be a woman for him; nothing else.

They kissed as Danielle mewed and whimpered beneath him and Steven fucked her with long slow strokes. His cock felt wonderful inside her and she squeezed her anal muscles and her sphincter as Mary had taught her to do to increase his pleasure. Steven’s glans pressed on that special place causing her to leak pre-ejaculate into her already wet knickers.

“Oh my god!” Steven moaned and Danielle felt him ejaculate.

She held him tight and kissed him as he climaxed; filling her with his warm seed. Steven shuddered and groaned; closing his eyes in a paroxysm as his orgasm peaked.

The lovers lay in each other’s arms and allowed sublime feelings of contentment envelop them, they kissed and caressed and said very little.

“We need to go,” Danielle whispered in Steven’s ear.

“I don’t want to. I want to stay here with you forever,” he languished in her arms.

“Don’t be silly,” she pushed him away from her.

Steven’s penis slipped out of the leg of her knickers; it was still erect despite his recent orgasm. With difficulty he pulled on his underpants and trousers and sat crouching as he tied his shoes. Danielle wiped between her legs and rearranged her underwear. Steven scooted out of the hatch and checked that the coast was clear. He wanted to stay and help her dress but she shooed him away.

“I think it’s in both of our best interests if we keep this a secret,” she said as she pushed her breastforms into the cups of her brassiere.

Steven nodded.

“When can I see you again? You know… like this I mean?” he was like a love-struck schoolboy.

Danielle made another shooing motion and gave him an angry look. He knew better than to press her.

She had nearly finished dressing and reached behind her for her jacket only to find that Mary Mayne was holding her jacket open for her.

“Having a little lunchtime nap were we?” she carped.

“Something like that,” Danielle put her arms into the sleeves and began to button the jacket.

“Your knickers are wet,” Danielle instinctively put her hand under her skirt to check.

“Gottcha,” Mary winked at her friend, turned on her heels and sashayed away.

Oberst Kurt Wessel was the Officer in Charge of Stalag Luft Oberursel. He was a handsome man in his forties and had an affinity for the prisoners in his charge. Unlike the Stalags run by the Wehrmacht, Oberst Wessel insisted that his prisoners were not brutalised, were well fed within the bounds of the victuals available, and were kept occupied with useful activities.

He was also a fervent supporter of the Oberium Theatre and had a penchant for the prettiest of Benny’s Girls. He had heard that the new lead in Benny’s latest production was quite a dish and decided to find out for himself.

“Attention!” Aircraftman Harry Bollard ordered when Oberst Wessel and his adjutant entered the theatre during the afternoon rehearsals.

“As you were,” the Oberst spoke very good English, which was one of the reasons he had been selected as OIC of the camp.

“Carry on please,” he waved at the actors on the stage.

Benny Benquist pranced over to the Oberst.

“You’re not doing a musical number this time Benny?” the Oberst sounded disappointed.

“Something contemporary sir; an American play ‘Clash by Night’, a romantic triangle drama,” Benny explained.

The Oberst watched the actors rehearsing; he was particularly taken by the actress playing Danielle Wilenski and said as much to Benny.

“Yes she’s quite a find sir; would you like to know which airman she is?” Benny knew what the answer would be before he asked the question.

Many of the admirers of Benny’s Girls did not want their fantasy ruined by knowing whom the man was inside the woman.

“The Oberst shook his head,” but remained captivated by Danielle.

“Bring her to dinner tonight along with yourself. Adjutant! Send Wing Commander Smyth-Waddington my regards and invite him to my house for dinner tonight,” the Oberst ordered, never taking his eyes off Danielle.

……..

“Exactly what we didn’t want! Danielle has been bought to the attention of the camp commander and his officers,” Flight Lieutenant Steven Boyd said sulkily to the gathered Escape Committee.

“On the contrary. I see this as an opportunity to our advantage; we might gain valuable intelligence. If the Oberst is unaware that I speak German who knows what he will let slip during the dinner,” Danielle countered.

“Sir! The man’s a pervert! It’s well known that the Oberst uses Flight Sargent Benquist to procure transvestites for his deviant pleasure,” Steven carped.

“Sir! I think the Flight Lieutenant is just jealous because he wasn’t invited. I further suspect that he is trying to undermine my authority now that you have put me in charge of our escape,” Danielle shot Steven a look of pure malice; she worked hard to contain her rage.

“Sir! I think Danielle forgets that she is not in charge until we have effected our escape,” Steven’s voice began get louder.

He gave Danielle a pleading look; beseeching her with his eyes not to go to the dinner.

“This is bloody priceless! You two are behaving just like a married couple,” Smithy sniggered.

“Sorry old boy you lose again. Danielle is right, we are likely to get some good Intel at the dinner. Besides it’s been a while since I had a good feed,” Smithy waved a hand to Steven to calm him down.

“But the Oberst always puts on a party for the principals of the cast after opening night anyway,” Steven countered.

“Yes and tonight I will accompany, Benny and Danielle to Oberst Kurt Wessel’s house for dinner regardless. Enjoy the mess fare old chap. Danielle go and get yourself dolled up for the Oberst,” Smithy waved them both away.

Steven tried to catch Danielle's arm as she strode across the parade ground back towards the theatre but she kept shrugging him off.

“Danielle! Danielle! For Christ’s sake will you stop and listen to me,” Steven caught up to her at the theatre and spun her around and pressed her against the wall.

“What! What! What! You tell me that I’m beautiful, feminine, delightful and intelligent. Then you try to undermine me with the Escape Committee!” Danielle was livid.

Steve pressed her against the wooden slats as she struggled to break free.

“People are watching Steven! What will they think? Will they think Flight Sargent Benquist procured you a transvestite for your deviant pleasure?” Danielle paraphrased Steven’s remark to Smithy.

Steven drew back his hand and made to strike her but stopped himself an inch from her face.

“Go on! Fuck me, and then slap me around! Isn’t that what your character does to me in the play?” Danielle said defiantly.

“Can’t you see that I don’t want you to go because I’m jealous! I don’t want the Oberst pawing at my girl,” Steven burst out.

He was actually crying.

“One of the reasons that I never took an interest in the am-dram or Benny’s Girls before was because they were sullied by the guards and especially Oberst Wessel. That German pig is well known for being a deviant,” Steven was shaking.

“So what? What does that make you?” Danielle replied defiantly.

“But I adore you; don’t you understand?” Steven gazed into her eyes.

“Up until yesterday you hated me,” Danielle glared at him.

“Up until yesterday I was scared of you. Scared of the effect you were having on me. Scared of how I really felt about you. Scared that you would reject me; that I wouldn’t be good enough for you,” Steven whispered.

“And so you should have been! Now let me go I need to get changed for dinner,” she lifted his hands from her shoulders.

Danielle walked over towards The Shop to see what they had in the way of eveningwear. She looked back over her shoulder to see that Steven was following her with his eyes. She gave him a wry smile and continued on her way.

The costume department in The Shop had a sequined sheath dress on the rack from a previous musical production. Danielle used her feminine guile to get one of the tailors to make some minor alterations on the spot so that it fitted her and after pleading and begging she got him to provide her a pair of precious new stockings.

The girls jealously treasured the stockings that they were issued with during the rehearsal period; holes and ladders were carefully mended until they became unwearable. Some of the girls traded favours with German guards for nylons; the hosiery held by the costume department in The Shop was kept under lock and key and issued to the girls on opening night and was expected to last at least a week while the show was running.

Danielle had no time to shower so she freshened her makeup and slipped into the red satin sheath-dress with sequin highlights on the bodice and an ankle to hip split up one side. She stepped into the new nylons and put on the black slingback high heels she had purloined from the costume department. She brushed her hair and put on her costume jewellery and was ready to go when Benny arrived to escort her to the dinner.

They met Wing Commander Smyth-Waddington at the compound gate. The main camp had a set of heavy vehicle gates set into the barbwire-topped, double-fence that enclosed it. The guard’s quarters and officer’s housing compound was set inside the camp with separate vehicle and pedestrian gates. Only one guard was required to protect the housing compound gate due to the higher security employed at the camp’s main gate.

Benny was dressed in a dinner suit provided to him by The Shop; being dressed in civvies meant there was no awkwardness as there would have been had he shown up in his Flight Sargent’s uniform at an officer’s dinner. Smithy joined them at the gate in his dress uniform, which had been repeatedly mended but he still looked dapper.

The group was met by Oberst Wessel’s adjutant who led them past the officer’s accommodation block and married quarter housing to the Commanding Officer’s double-story stone and teak opulent abode. It was the finest building in the camp and was set back from the other houses, hard against the security fence so as to have unimpeded views of the Hesse countryside from the windows facing away from the camp.

Oberst Kurt Wessel met the trio at the front door dressed in his dinner jacket. His adjutant and an Oberst-Lieutenant, his second in command, made six for dinner. Kurt Wessel’s wife lived in an apartment in Frankfurt and refused to come to the camp regardless of the importance of the occasion which meant that Kurt pretty much lived the life of a single man; an arrangement he was more than happy with.

As decorum dictated Kurt met Smithy first and escorted him to the end of the table and sat Danielle beside him at the other end. Benny sat between Danielle and Smithy and the two other German officers sat across the table from them. Although he was polite to the other guests Kurt doted on Danielle and his eyes nearly fell out of his head when the split of her dress opened up when she sat down. He had an uninterrupted view of her long nylon-sheathed legs and his hand strayed there often during the meal.

Danielle ate little during dinner but she drank her share of the delicious German table wines; Kurt topped off her glass repeatedly.

The group deliberately talked nothing of the war. They discussed Benny’s forthcoming production for a while and then Benny led the conversation, regaling them with anecdotes of his adventures with the likes of David Niven, Michael Redgrave, and Vivien Leigh when he was big time producer in London. Danielle spent most of the time trying to keep the Oberst from putting his hand up her dress.

The copious amount of beer and wine drunk by the group meant repeated visits to the toilet during the meal by the men and eventually Danielle needed to go too.

“Please excuse me gentlemen; I need to use the facilities,” Danielle got to her feet and the rest of table rose out of politeness.

She could see the resentment in the eyes of the adjutant and the Oberst-Lieutenant who despised being deferential to a transvestite. They only tolerated her because their commanding officer was smitten. Danielle had overheard them whispering in German.

They had referred to her as a ‘verworfen transvstit schlampe’ and a ‘billinge hure’, in English, a ‘degenerate transvestite slut’ and a ‘cheap whore’ when the Oberst left the room to get more wine, but Danielle feigned ignorance and smiled.

“I don’t expect you to use the gentlemen’s facilities; please use my private bathroom upstairs, third on the right,” Oberst Wessel insisted.

Danielle took her time climbing the wooden staircase; she could feel the Oberst eyes scouring her legs and her buttocks. She wished that she had worn something a little more demure but it was too late now. When she got to the landing she stopped and listened, half expecting someone, most likely the Oberst, to follow, but all she could hear was the din of the dinner conversation.

She passed the Oberst’s bedroom with its elaborate four-poster king-sized bed. She ducked inside and made a quick search; there was nothing of significance that she could take without it being noticed missing. She was bursting for a wee so she went into the toilet, pulled down her knickers and sat on the pan. She didn’t need to take off her gaff; her penis was taped facing back between her buttocks so she could pee sitting down. She quickly wiped and adjusted her clothing.

She came outside the toilet and listened. The men were still talking and she could hear the Oberst’s booming voice so she went back into his bedroom to the windows and looked outside. What she saw amazed her and was a testament to Oberst Wessel’s arrogance. The inner part of the double fence stopped at the corners of the Oberst’s house and outer fence had a pedestrian gate let into it. The Oberst or his predecessors did not want views of the ratty POW camp from their bedroom windows; they wanted views of the forest and they didn’t want to have to walk through the camp to gain access to the beautiful grove so they had put in a personal gate.

Danielle carefully noted the surrounds and landscape, making mental calculations; then she checked the dresser drawers. There was a loaded Luger pistol in the first drawer but she would be shot if she was caught with it and it was too obvious a ploy so she left it. In the corner of the drawer was a set of keys; she picked them and hefted them. One of them seemed big enough to fit the gate on the outer fence but there would be only one way to find out. She put the keys back where she had found them and noticed a packet of letters addressed to Oberst Kurt Wessel, Officer in Charge of Stalag Luft Oberursel from Generallieutenant Ernst Huber, Commander 17th Infantry Division Frankfurt.

She untied the ribbon and scanned the first letter. The Generallieutenant was negotiating with the Oberst to supply prison work-gangs to help build fortifications around Frankfurt. This was against the Geneva Convention but the Germans were paying the Convention scant regard as they prepared for an allied invasion. Danielle took a letter from the middle of the packet hoping that it wouldn’t be missed.

Danielle heard the stairs creak and she hurriedly put the letters back, closed the drawer and just made it to the door when Oberst Wessel came into the room.

He looked as startled as she did and his smile was turning into frown and Danielle, caught red-handed, improvised a reason for being here.

“What are you doing in my bedroom Fraulein?” he asked gruffly.

Danielle stepped up to him and pressed herself against him and kissed his cheek.

“I thought you would never get up here; I’d just about given up,” she rubbed herself against him.

Instinctively his hands went to her buttocks and squeezed, pulling her tighter against him.

“You naughty girl,” he grinned, the lust evident on his face.

She kissed him; their tongues intertwined. She reached between their bodies and found the Oberst erect; it seemed like a formidable piece of flesh through his dress pants.

“We don’t have long; the dinner guests are already wondering where you are, that’s why I came up here looking for you,” the Oberst squeezed her buttocks and then slipped his hand inside the split in her dress and caressed her thighs.

“We’ll just have to be quick then,” Danielle eased herself out of his embrace and leaned against the dresser, presenting herself.

The Oberst chuckled as he unbuttoned his flies.

Danielle swept her dress out of the way and pulled her tight nylon knickers aside exposing her buttocks.

The Oberst stepped in behind and slid himself all the way inside her. Because she didn’t have time to shower she also hadn’t douched so her anus was still moist with Vaseline and the remains of Steven’s spend.

“You were prepared for me,” the Oberst chuckled.

He gripped her hips and began to fuck Danielle vigorously and she rocked back and forth on her heels in time with his thrusts. She wriggled her buttocks to entice him but also to guide his thick penis onto her prostate; she had to admit she was enjoying being fucked.

“Oh! Yes! There you have it!” she hissed as he found her sweet spot.

“Mmm. You are nice and tight; you little minx,” the Oberst sighed.

“And here we go!” he pulled her hard against him holding her still while he ejaculated.

Danielle found the whole thing rather dirty but it was kinky as hell, quite depraved in fact, as she orgasmed into her panties.

The Oberst thrust into her once, twice more then extracted himself. Danielle remained bent over holding her dress and her knickers away from the issue dribbling from her anus and between her buttocks. The Oberst wiped himself with a handkerchief and then, ever the gentleman, he wiped her too.

“You may use my bathroom again young lady,” he grunted as struggled with his buttons.

Danielle was very unladylike as she made her way to the bathroom holding her dress up and her knickers away from her bottom until she could lay her hands on a facecloth and wipe herself properly.

Her knickers were damp with semen but there was nothing she could do about that; the Oberst’s semen would continue to seep from her sphincter for the remainder of the night.

Despite having fixed her makeup and adjusted her dress it was obvious to everyone what had happened upstairs but no one said a word.

The other two German officers looked disgusted and did not engage Danielle in any further conversation.

When it came time to leave about half an hour later the Oberst kissed her softly on the lips rather than her proffered hand so if anyone had any doubts that he had fucked Danielle they were firmly extinguished.

As they walked back to the barracks Smithy and Benny were both surly.

“I hope it was worth it Danielle,” Smithy said dryly.

“I have some very good Intel for you sir,” Danielle replied.

“But more importantly we will have to bring forward the escape to the opening night of Clash by Night,” she said gravely.

To be continued

“How did you get this Intelligence. You were in his bedroom? He fucked you didn’t he?” once again Steven could not control his petulance.

Danielle had been summoned to present the intelligence she had gained at the Oberst's house during the dinner the previous night. Wing Commander Smyth-Waddington had been angry with her for taking the interlude with Oberst Wessel. He was not naïve; he knew that Benny’s Girls traded sex for favours with the guards and also knew that Kurt Wessel had a reputation for lusting after the prettier and more effeminate of Benny’s Girls but he thought Danielle's actions last night were in very bad taste.

That said; Danielle claimed to have found vital intelligence and he was not going to say no to that.

Danielle was dressed in the brown skirt and jacket suit that she wore for many of the scenes in Clash by Night and Steven was also dressed in a civilian suit. They looked like a married couple arguing with each other as they strode across the prison compound. Danielle refused to be drawn on the matter of whether or not she’d had sex with the Oberst; as far as she was concerned it was none of Steven’s business.

They hushed themselves when they arrived at the Wing Commander’s hut. The Escape Committee posted a couple of ‘cockatoos’ outside the hut to make sure there were no guards around then bought the meeting to order.

“So what’s this vital intelligence you obtained for us last night and why must we bring forward your escape to opening night?” Wing Commander Smyth-Waddington got straight to the point.

“Why is our escape being bought forward?” Steven interjected.

“I’ve had just about enough of you Flight Lieutenant Boyd! One more interruption or tantrum and you’re off the Escape Committee,” Smithy growled.

Steven glowered at Danielle but kept silent.

“I found a packet of letters addressed to Oberst Wessel from Generallieutenant Ernst Huber, Commander 17th Infantry Division Frankfurt, in the Oberst’s bedroom,” Danielle began and Steven grated his teeth with anger when Danielle mentioned the word ‘bedroom’.

She handed over the letter she had taken from the Oberst’s house.

“The Generallieutenant is negotiating with the Oberst to supply prison work-gangs to help build fortifications around Frankfurt. The way I see it sir there are two ways to play it. One is to refuse to work because it is contrary to the Geneva Convention to make prisoners work for the enemy war effort or you could use the opportunity to gain more intelligence or even organise more escapes while the men are working outside the camp,” Danielle explained.

“But the pressing factor for me personally and for Flight Lieutenant Boyd is our looming escape. I believe I’ve found the perfect way to go over the wire, or should I say walk through the wire!” Danielle grinned.

She described how the inner security fence adjoined the Oberst’s house providing no security and then explained how the Oberst or one of predecessors had installed a private gate in the outer fence.

“We will only be able to use this means of escape once; then the Germans will fix their lapse in security but the opportunity to use it at all is limited, so I say we do so on the opening night of Clash by Night.”

“As Steven here said, the Oberst always puts on a party for the principals of the cast after opening night,” then Danielle extrapolated her escape plan.

“Bloody good Intel Colly err Danielle! You can leave the Escape Committee to make a decision on what to do with it, but work with The Shop with the view to yourself and Steven going over the wire on opening night. Get Benny to make it the night of a new moon so that it’s pitch black, we’ll alert the local Resistance to set up a rendezvous and safe house for you. One again jolly good! If I didn’t know it was Colly under that lipstick and powder I’d kiss your cheek,” Smithy made a waving motion, dismissing the two actors.

Steven was livid at being dismissed but he held his temper; at least until they got to the theatre.

“So what did it cost you? Your dignity? Your loyalty? Your shame?” Steven pushed Danielle on the shoulder to punctuate each sentence.

Finally Danielle had enough.

“I let the Oberst fuck me! But no, not really! I seduced him! I rubbed against him like a strumpet then presented myself to him like a harlot! I wriggled my buttocks and when he fucked me I moaned like a whore and came in my knickers!” Danielle screamed at him.

The rest of cast was awestruck; they stopped what they were doing and stared, fascinated by the performance.

This time Steven didn’t hold back. He slapped Danielle across the face.

Danielle's eyes filled with tears but she refused to cry or touch the red mark on her face. She kept her head held high and strode away to the back of the stage.

Benny clapped his hands loudly.

“Come on people we don’t have time for real life drama; we have a play to put on. Now let’s take it from act two scene four please,” Benny got everyone to focus on the task at hand but he was secretly dying to know what had bought that display on.

Danielle shucked out of her skirt and jacket and hung them on the coat hanger outside of the crawl space and crawled into her hidey-hole under the stage. She was livid and her face smarted. She was so angry with Steven that she couldn’t speak.

As she half-expected Steven to follow her. He too shucked out of his suit; Benny would never forgive any actor for ruining valuable wardrobe pieces. He looked ridiculous dressed in shirt, tie, underpants and socks but Danielle was in no mood for levity.

Danielle was lying on her back dressed in her slip, stockings, bra and panties. She had just lit a cigarette and was propped on her elbows.

“Look Danielle I’m sorry that I…” Steven never got to finish the sentence.

Danielle threw her cigarette away, grabbed his tie and pulled him on top of her. She crushed her lips against his and drove her tongue into his mouth. Steven was so surprised that at first he struggled but Danielle locked her legs around him and put her arms inside his shirt and held him tight while she savagely kissed him, dragging her nails across his flesh. She bit his lip and drew blood as she writhed under him; grinding her crotch against his.

Steven became tumescent despite his initial resistance and Danielle reached down and freed him from his underpants. She tore off her gaff and her own erect penis sprang free of its confines and tented her knickers. She rubbed her panty-clad cock on Steven’s and he groaned and responded in kind. Then she slipped his tumescent phallus inside her panties and positioned his glans at her sphincter and drove herself upwards, impaling herself on his penis.

She slavered at his mouth while she rutted beneath him, Steven drove himself in her as deep as he could and then withdrew and then thrust again. Danielle impatiently rose up and down; her legs locked around Steve’s back as she fucked him. The feeling of his rock-hard manhood scouring her unlubricated anus was at first painful, but delightfully painful; his pre-ejaculate soon provided enough lubrication and the pain eased.

Steven was astounded when she rolled him over and sat astride him, rocking back and forth on her heels; the feel of her tight anus squeezing his cock was bringing him to extremis. Danielle felt his need and impatiently freed her own penis from the confines of her panties. Steven gripped her hips and drove upward with all his might as he ejaculted deep inside her. Danielle stroked her cock and shot her load across Steven’s belly, she fell forward and kissed him passionately as she ground against him, her anus milking him of his seed as her own penis gushed forth the last of her spend.

Despite Steve’s desire to kiss and cuddle, Danielle pushed herself off him as soon as she had finished and began wiping herself with a towel that was kept in the hidey-hole just for such contrivances. She sat keeling with her knickers around her thighs while she replaced her gaff. Steven lay on the blanket panting; surprised and exhausted. He had never had a woman use him like that.

She threw the towel at Steven and began to back out the hidey-hole.

“Get cleaned up and get dressed; we’re on stage in twenty minutes,” she snarled at him and slammed the hatch shut behind her.

While she was dressing and fixing her makeup she saw Benny Benquist lurking nearby bursting with impatience to find out what had happened in the Oberst’s bedroom last night. Danielle strode over to him and snatched the pages for the scene they were about to rehearse out of his hand.

“I fucked the Oberst! Is that what you want to hear!” she hissed at him.

“Well! It’s not for me to take anyone’s inventory. Mary fucks him almost every opening night,” Benny flounced and began to walk away.

“And I just fucked Steven!” she called after him.

“Hope his bottom doesn’t hurt!” Benny called back and instinctively ducked as one of Danielle's high heels flew past his ear.

The rehearsal went well; Benny didn’t have to encourage Danielle and ‘the drifter, Earl Pfeiffer’ to engage each other passionately. Their love scenes were as equally passionate as the scenes where they fought vehemently; the actors didn’t really need to act, they simply personified how they felt about each other in real life.

Steven was desperate to ask Danielle where the impulse and motivation for their torrid interlude under the stage had come from but he refused to give her the satisfaction of asking, knowing full well that she would have a flippant reply ready. Between scenes they kept apart from each other.

“Trouble in paradise?” Mary Mayne asked as they shared cigarettes out the back of the theatre.

Danielle told her everything that had happened at the Oberst's house.

“The Oberst is a randy old goat but he knows how to wield that long thick sword of his,” Mary grinned.

“Apparently you have been impaled on it more that once?” Danielle's repartee was in good order.

“I’m his favourite; unless a pretty new thing arrives on his doorstep,” Mary looked pointedly at Danielle.

“Well I have a proposal for you that will see us both get to parry with the Oberst’s sword at the opening night party,” Danielle smirked.

“A threesome? You are moving up the world Miss Bouvier,” Mary was intrigued.

Danielle explained her plan to Mary but provided her with only limited information. Intelligence regarding planned escapes was kept very much ‘need to know’.

Danielle chased down Benny and told him that Smithy had green-lit her and Steven’s escape for the opening night of Clash by Night, and that he needed to open on the next new moon.

Benny took it like a bombshell; his lead actress and actor would be gone after their first performance.

“Look Mary Mayne has understudied my part and she will be as good as me and Steven’s understudy is already far better in the part than Steven is,” Danielle said.

“But you two now have the fire I need from my two lead performers,” Benny was nearly in tears.

“Well I suggest you arrange a little interlude between Mary Mayne and Bob Reilly so they can ignite a flame. Knowing Mary as I do, she will certainly inject some passion into their performance,” Danielle proposed.

“You know; I do love intrigue and playing matchmaker; I suppose I could get an appetite for what you propose,” Danielle could almost see the wheels turning inside Benny’s brain.

“Also I need you to use your influence with the Oberst to ensure that Steven, Mary and I get invited to the opening night party as the principal performers,” Danielle said instantly.

“I can do that darling. It will hopefully be the last time we are together until you get to Blighty. And when I get to Blighty will I meet Corporal Daniel Collingwood or will I meet the enchanting Miss Danielle Bouvier?” Benny’s eyes lit up.

Danielle just gave him a knowing smile and walked away. She then set her resolve and approached Steven.

“We need to go to The Shop together to finalise arrangements for our escape; Smithy green lighted it this morning and the next new moon is next Friday so Clash by Night will premier then,” Danielle said coolly.

“I see once again I have been left out of the decision making process and am being informed by a subordinate,” Steven sounded exasperated.

“Smithy told you that I am in charge of our escape. I’ve been over the wire before so I know what’s out there, I speak perfect French and very good German, and our backstory involves me being the principal. Why wouldn’t I be in charge? You’ve been told to leave your rank behind for this Steven. Don’t you want to get back to England?” Danielle was vexed because she once again had to deal with Stevens’s stubbornness.

“Go on your own for all I care! You really don’t need me; your cover will hold up without me,” Steven sulked.

“You don’t mean that,” Danielle put her hand on his shoulder.

“You know I have feelings for you but you behave like a whore,” Steven hissed.

Danielle laughed abruptly.

“Oh I’m so sorry Steven but the absurdness of that statement was just too much!” Danielle began.

“I’m a transvestite and yes I have feminine feelings and feel totally like a woman the reality is… well you know what the reality is.”

“Do you think I can live like this in England; live as a woman? I really want to and possibly will try to but I will eventually be exposed for what I am and my life won’t be worth living. You won’t want anyone to know that you were associated with me as Danielle.”

“And as for behaving like a whore I do what I have to do to ensure my escape; and I will possibly have to so again outside the wire. I do have feelings for you Steven but you make it almost impossible for me to lo.. to like you when you behave so petulantly,” Danielle sighed.

“You were going to say ‘love’,” Steven searched her eyes.

“Don’t be ridiculous!” Danielle turned away and rummaged in her purse for cigarettes as an excuse not to look at him.

“You were going to say ‘love’ and then you changed it to ‘like’,” Steven began to smile.

“You’re being silly,” Danielle blushed and pretended to remove a piece of tobacco from her tongue.

“You think what you want to think and I’ll think what I want to think. When shall we go to The Shop Madame Bouvier?” Steven grinned.

“No time like the present,” Danielle offered her hand and Steven took it.

Once again they looked like a married couple crossing the prison grounds.

“Looks like they’ve kissed and made up,” Mary commented to Benny as they both leaned against the wall of the Oberium Theatre, smoking.

“It’s like reading a cheap romance model; those two fight and then they make up, a match made in heaven,” Benny quipped and they both doubled over with laughter.

Aircraftman Harry Bollard, The Shop’s ‘procurer’ met Danielle and Steven and took them to the costume department first.

“The costumes we have made for you for the play will be adequate for your needs; you only want to carry a small suitcase each. When you finish the play we will have clothes laid out for you both to wear to the Oberst’s party and will pack the clothes you wore in the last scene of the play and you’re good to go. There will be underwear and a change of shoes in the cases too; please be careful with your stockings, they are ridiculously hard to come by and very expensive,” he eyed Danielle.

Next they moved onto the print shop which was busy running up posters for Clash by Night. Harry took them into a small closet for privacy.

“Here are your French National Identity cards issued by the Vichy government and German travel documents approving you both to travel to your final destination at Calais. Here is a ‘laissez passer’ signed by Generallieutenant Ernst Huber, Commander 17th Infantry Division Frankfurt authorising Madame Danielle Bouvier to travel to Calais in order to undertake interpreter duties at the Command Post for German Forces in the Pas-de-Calais.”

“That letter that you stole for the Oberst provided an excellent stencil for us to duplicate, especially the letterhead and the General’s signature,” he patted Danielle's shoulder.

“We will provide you with a small amount of Reichsmarks, but we expect our Resistance operatives to provide you with the rest of the funds you will need to complete your escape,” Harry explained.

“Everything you see here will be put into the two suitcases and left at a pre-determined pickup point of which I have not yet been informed. Need to know and all that,” Harry winked and tapped the side of nose.

“I know where that will be,” Danielle replied and Steven huffed as he once again felt left out.

The opening night of Clash by Night played to a packed house which was only to be expected as it was one of the few forms of creative entertainment the prisoners had. The audience comprised prisoners of war and their guards, even those guards who couldn’t speak English could follow the simple plot. The camp guard towers remained fully manned but the internal guard posts were denuded to allow the majority of the German soldiers to attend the play. All of Benny’s Girls dressed up for the occasion, even though most of them were not actually in the play. They paired off with both prisoners and guards depending on who took their fancy or who could provide them with appropriate recompense.

The play was a resounding success and Benny was thrilled. Of course the Oberst and his senior staff attended, as did Wing Commander Smyth-Waddington. Smithy and the Oberst’s senior staff declined the invitation to attend the opening night party however, but this expected. A select few of Benny’s Girls would be invited to amuse the male party guests and neither Smithy nor the Oberst's senior officers had the stomach for watching a bunch of transvestites’ flirt with the party guests. They also knew that some of them would sneak away for salacious rendezvous, which they found quite distasteful.

Wing Commander Smyth-Waddington also wanted to be ready in case the planned escape that night went awry. He also needed to be kept informed of its progress. Also, as the escape would be initiated from the Oberst’s house he didn’t want to be present, so that he had plausible deniability.

The Principals of the cast were of course invited and Danielle raced backstage after the curtain calls to get changed out of the suit she was wearing on stage. She freshened her makeup and slipped into the same red satin sheath-dress with sequin highlights and split up one side that she worn previously. She wished that she had something more practical to wear during the escape but she had to dress glamorous for the party to avoid suspicion. Harry Bollard himself took her suit and packed it away in her suitcase.

Props from various stage productions were delivered to the Oberst’s house to be used as party decorations. The guards paid scant attention to the two small suitcases that accompanied the props; the guards simply assumed that there were costumes or such inside the suitcases to be used for decoration. Harry Bollard had been informed where to leave the two suitcases, and with almost unfettered access to the house they were easily concealed.

Mary Mayne looked almost as stunning as Danielle, wearing the same dress but in blue. She and Danielle joined up with Steven Boyd, Bob Reilly and Benny Benquist who had somehow acquired a tuxedo for the occasion. Of the English party guests only Danielle, Steven, and Benny knew that an escape was going to be attempted.

After passing the reduced security at the guardhouse to the housing compound gate they entered the Oberst's house to a standing ovation. There had to be forty or fifty people milling around which was a perfect distraction for their task. As the principals it was expected that they would mingle and talk to each of guests, which they did. Danielle was keen to get away but she knew that being patient was essential. The plan needed to go like clockwork.

She managed to get Steven aside in a quiet alcove and explained the full detail of the escape plan.

“Myself and Mary are going to lure the Oberst upstairs to his bedroom and while Mary engages with him I’ll steal the key to the security gate. Our suitcases are hidden in the closet next to the backdoor; the most dangerous period will be crossing between the house and the fence and then across the cleared area before we get into the forest where we will be met by the Resistance,” Danielle explained.

“Why do you two need to get the Oberst into his bedroom?” Steven’s jealousy was surfacing again.

“I’ll be blunt Steven. The plan involves both of us seducing him and when Mary fucks him I will steal the key and she will keep him occupied long enough for us to get clear. I told you that I’d do whatever I have to. Is that clear enough?” Danielle said frankly.

Steven nodded.

“You need to be at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me when I come down and ensure that the hallway is clear while we make our escape. When I get to the landing halfway down the stairs you need to signal me when the coast is clear ok?” Danielle explained.

“Got it,” Steven said.

“Don’t go all sulky on me ok?” Danielle leaned into him and kissed him languidly.

He responded and pressed against her. She smiled around the kiss when she felt him becoming tumescent.

“Ok, here we go,” she disengaged from him and gave him a serious look.

Danielle found the Oberst engaging with Mary and Benny so she joined them, just as they had contrived.

“Ah! The beautiful Danielle,” Kurt Wessel had been drinking and was well into his cups.

He kissed Danielle's hand.

“We had a pleasant interlude at my dinner party did we not?” Kurt grinned.

Danielle figured he was trying to make Mary jealous. Benny slunk away leaving Kurt alone with the two stunning women.

“Oh Kurt how naughty of you! Was she as good as me?” Mary made light of the comment.

“I’m not sure,” Kurt leered at the two women.

“What if we find out Herr Wessel; maybe sample us both tonight and then decide?” Danielle gave him a lewd smile.

The Oberst ginned and nodded.

“What about here and now. No time like the present don’t you think?” Mary guided the Oberst’s hand to the split in her dress.

“You ladies are very forward and as much as I hate to leave my party guests I think it is an excellent idea,” Kurt put his arms around the waists of both girls and led them towards the stairs.

Benny and Steven looked knowingly at each other and strategically positioned themselves so they could monitor the stairs and the hallway leading to the back door.

Up in Kurt Wessel’s bedroom Danielle and Mary had Kurt undressed and lying on the bed; his rampant tool sticking up like a periscope. The girls had put down their purses and Danielle had purposely kicked off her heels. They lay either side of him and he took turns kissing them both. Danielle was stroking his cock, using the globules of pre-ejaculate to lubricate it as she worked her fingers up and down the shaft. There was little chance of premature ejaculation as the Oberst had imbibed quite heavily prior to and during the theatre performance.

When Danielle had him nice and hard she crept down the bed and began to fellate him while Mary kissed and caressed him. Danielle slavered at his manhood getting it rock hard and ready for Mary. She patted Mary on the buttocks to indicate that she had Kurt ready and Mary disengaged from Kurt and removed her knickers. She lay back on the big bed and hiked her dress up out of the way. Danielle encouraged Kurt to mount Mary, which he was more than willing to do and as Mary had been pre-lubricated he slipped right in and began to vigorously fuck her.

Once Danielle was happy that Mary had Kurt’s undivided attention as she fervidly kissed him while he rutted away at her, she quietly slipped off the bed and tiptoed over to dresser. She stealthily opened the drawer and carefully took the key ring from the corner, ensuring the keys didn’t jingle. She saw that the loaded Luger pistol was still in situ and she made a spur of the moment decision and took it.

She closed the drawer and looked over at the bed to see that Mary had her stocking-sheathed legs spread wide and her heels high so that Kurt could robustly shag her. She gave out a series of muffled groans as Kurt thrust his sizeable member in and out of her tight anus.

Mary held Kurt’s face to her neck and he slobbered at her neck and nibbled her earlobes; she winked at Danielle and mouthed ‘good luck’.

Danielle slinked out of the bedroom, picking up her purse and heels on the way out. She stuffed the pistol and the keys in her purse and padded down to the landing and looked anxiously at Steven. He was very happy that she had not been caught stealing the keys but they were still in danger; he looked up at her and shook his head. One of Benny’s girls and a German officer were canoodling in the passageway that led to the back door. They had to wait impatiently for about five minutes until the couple found an unlocked door to a parlour and slipped inside the room to consummate their desires.

Steven looked up at Danielle and nodded zealously and she wasted no time in padding down the stairs. At the bottom of the staircase she put her hand on the newel post to steady herself while she put on her high heels. She debated leaving them off or changing into flats before they left the house but if she left them off her feet would be cut to ribbons on the forest floor and if she stopped to change her shoes they would waste valuable time. Danielle was very adept at walking in her heels and was confident that unless she tripped over an obstruction of some sort she would be fine.

Steven had left the closet door near the backdoor ajar and he took out the two suitcases which were small but heavy; Danielle ran down to him and snatched her case and opened the backdoor as quickly and as quietly as she could. She stepped out into the cold night and Steven followed, closing the door behind him.

As they had hoped it would be, it was a pitch-black night and they stood stock-still and waited to get their night vision and then for the searchlight to pass over the outer fence.

“There!” Danielle whispered as the searchlight illuminated the outer pedestrian gate.

When the searchlight moved on they ran across the expanse between the house and the fence, their hearts racing. There was a moment of panic when in the dark Danielle couldn’t find the key to the gate and thought that her assumption that the key was on the keyring was totally incorrect.

“Bollocks!” she hissed as she tried in vain to get the big key in the lock.

“Let me try!” Steven hissed and snatched the keys from Danielle.

He felt the along the shank of largest of the keys until he found the bit, then he carefully guided it to the escutcheon plate and moved the pin end of the key across the plate in circular motion until it fell into the keyhole. He held his breath and turned the key.

The gate opened noiselessly outward and they quickly stepped through and locked the gate behind themselves. They ran across the flat open clearing for what seemed like an eternity and made the treeline just before the searchlight swept back across their path. They beat their way through forest, glad of the sparsity of undergrowth, until the woods enveloped them and Steven tossed the keys into a thicket. They waited for their eyes to adjust properly to the dark, and while they did so Steven pulled Danielle into his arms and kissed her. She dropped her suitcase and kissed him back.

A tap on the shoulder disturbed them and for a second they panicked believing they had been caught, but soon realised it was their Resistance contact.

“You take her hand and hold it tight, we are going to move fast,” the woman said to Steven in German.

Steven of course hardly understood a word and Danielle had to translate.

They moved off quickly through the forest, all the time waiting for the wail of the siren from the camp but they heard nothing but their own breathing. Danielle found it a little difficult being dressed in an evening gown and heels but Steven held onto her whenever she faltered. The woman obviously knew her way through the woods because it was so dark that they could only see inches before their faces.

Finally they came to a road where a car was waiting; its engine running. The woman indicated they should throw their suitcases in the trunk and climb in the back seat. It was cold and the heater either didn’t work or was not switched on; Steven pulled Danielle close to him as much to keep himself warm as her. He opened his mouth to talk but the woman placed a hand over his mouth.

“No talking until we get to the safe house,” she said abruptly; Danielle placed a finger to her lips as a means of interpretation.

The headlights of the car were fitted with visors that reduced their beam to small slivers of light that barely lit the road; Danielle and Steven had no idea where they were going and to honest, didn’t care. It was away from Stalag Luft Oberursel and that was all that mattered for now.

They passed farms and isolated buildings that were barely lit because of the blackout, and then they entered the suburbs of a large town. The woman leaned over the front passenger seat.

“When the car pulls up I will take you inside. No talking until we are inside and I tell you it’s ok to do so. Verstehen?” Danielle nodded and whispered in Steven’s ear.

Steven’s rudimentary German was virtually useless; he picked up every fourth or fifth word and he was so glad that Danielle was with him.

The car pulled into an unlit courtyard next to a two-story house and the woman leapt out before the car was fully stopped; she opened the back door and almost yanked Danielle out of the car. Stephen followed and they were quickly led inside while the driver took their suitcases from the trunk and followed them inside.

The woman led them down a long hallway past unlit rooms until they came to a back kitchen that was dimly lit by kerosene lamps. The woman’s demeanour changed immediately and she pulled Danielle into a hug and kissed each cheek in turn.

“My god Fraulein, that is a brilliant disguise! You look like a woman, you feel like a woman and you smell like a woman. You even walk like one,” the woman grinned.

“Yes and I even talk like one,” Danielle said in her Marlene Dietrich voice.

“Oh mein! I was advised that I would be connecting with a man and a another man disguised as a woman and I thought it was ridiculous… but you are wonderful; almost too pretty I think,” the woman said sceptically.

“But how rude of me; I am Frau Katerina Scholl and this is Herr Wilhelm Schmitt but he prefers to be called Willy,” she beamed.

“And we are Monsieur and Madame Stephan and Danielle Bouvier,” Danielle made introductions and translated for Steven.

Katerina was a slim, attractive woman who looked to be in her early fifties. She was dressed in a blue party dress and black low-heeled shoes, revealed when she shucked out of her heavy raincoat. Her makeup was a little on the heavy side but perfect and to Danielle's surprise she was wearing nylon stockings; a luxury that she wouldn’t have thought appropriate for a traipse through the woods.

Katerina noticed Danielle examining her.

“I have to keep up appearances Danielle. I am a wealthy widower and Willy is my handyman and driver; if we were pulled over by the Feldjägerkorps and I was wearing dungarees and a flat cap it would be very suspicious. Especially considering the way you are dressed; my cover would be that we have been to the party at Oberst Kurt Wessel’s house and are on our way home. As your people are want to say, better to embellish the truth than tell an out and out lie,” Katerina tapped the side of her nose and smiled.

Willy was dressed in a suit that seen better days but had once been expensive, his shoes were highly polished. He had grey hair and appeared to be in his early sixties but he was muscled and handsome. He was the strong silent type and Danielle wondered if he was more to Katerina than just a driver, handyman and bodyguard.

He had taken the liberty of opening their suitcases and was examining their documents.

“These are good; you will have no problems travelling with these so long as you present yourselves confidently. You speak very good German with a French inflection so that fits your story. Katerina is right however; you are undetectable as a woman but your good looks will attract attention you may not want. We will talk tomorrow but my advice to you is don’t try to hide your attractiveness, use it as an asset but don’t bring unnecessary attention to yourself, verstehen?” Wilhelm said in strong deep voice.

“I know that you escaped once before and was captured. You didn’t use the Resistance to help you last time but this time I think you might fare better. You understand that the German resistance consists of small and isolated groups. Most groups just attempt individual attacks on Nazis or sabotage acts, but because we are close to the POW camp we think we are better served helping prisoners of war, Jews, and other ‘deviants’ escape the Nazis,” Katerina extrapolated.

“I’ll tell you more tomorrow but for now lets get you to bed. Willy will show you up to your bedroom; I’m afraid you will be sharing a bed,” Katerina was obviously not aware of Danielle's full commitment to womanhood.

Danielle translated what Katerina had said to them while Steven went ahead and Willy followed them up the staircase to the second floor to the bedrooms. There appeared to be three, one for Katerina, one for Wilhelm and a spare, which they would occupy. A bathroom was located at the end of the corridor.

Willy put down their suitcases and closed the door behind him as he left. Danielle went over and locked the door. She could see that Steven was frustrated because he didn’t understand what was being said. She stepped in close and put her hands on his shoulder and kissed his cheek.

“Don’t worry. We’re safe. We’re both tired it’s been a long night so let’s get some rest,” she stepped away from Steven and sat at the small vanity table and began to take off her jewellery.

Steven turned away from her and quickly undressed. There was a wooden coat hanger behind the door and he hung up his suit and tie, stuffed his socks into his shoes and slid under the covers dressed only in his underpants.

The sheets were cool and the room was lit by a single gaslight but the bed soon warmed as he lay there watching Danielle undress.

She kicked off her high heels and slipped off the evening gown and lay it over the back of the chair and then rummaged in her suitcase. Steven admired her soft buttocks clad in tight-fitting satin panties as she bent over the case. She found a nylon negligee and pulled it over her head, he noticed that she had not yet removed her stockings. She turned her back on him and began to rummage in her underwear.

“Oh; that’s so much more comfortable,” she sighed as she took off her bra and tossed the breastforms on the table followed by the balled up tape from her gaff.

Steven made no comment; it was surreal being with Danielle in a real bedroom watching her undress.

Danielle sat down and began to unclasp her stockings.

“Don’t do that. The bed’s freezing; leave them on for now to keep your legs warm,” Steven whispered, his eyes lit by a mischievous smile.

“No ulterior motive then? And I suppose I should leave my makeup on?” Danielle raised her brows.

“I want to sleep Steven; I’m exhausted,” she sighed.

As she climbed in bed beside Steven she too realised how bizarre the situation was. Steven turned out the light and Danielle turned to him for a goodnight kiss.

He kissed her softly then brushed her lips with his fingertips.

“Do you realise how perfect your lips are?” he whispered.

“Here. Feel what you do to me when you are near,” he held her hand to chest and she could feel his heart beating fast.

She ran her fingers up to his face and then she kissed him; she put her hand around his neck and pulled him close, she moulded her body to his and kissed him again.

Steven’s hands went inside her negligee and at first she was embarrassed when they found her meagre breasts but he caressed them and her nipples hardened and he caressed them too. He lowered his mouth and sucked her nipples and gently bit them.

Danielle gasped; she was becoming hard.

His tongue made lazy circles around her breast, then continued down to her stomach. His fingers found her tumescent in her panties and lightly stoked her. Danielle ran her fingers through Steven’s hair wishing his lips would continue their journey down to her groin but he just languidly stroked her through her panties as his tongue explored her flat belly.

“Please,” Danielle whispered and tried to guide his head but he resisted.

Steven smiled; for the first time he was in control and he listened to her gasps, felt her responses, building the pleasure slowly. He licked the tip of her penis through her panties, lapping at the pre-ejaculate oozing through the satin.

“Oh come on Steven, please,” she begged.

Steven allowed Danielle to pull him back up her body and their lips locked and their tongues intertwined. Danielle struggled to rip off his underpants and when she did Steven deliberately held his lower body away form hers as she tried to lift herself up to him. He kissed her and stroked her nipples; he bit her earlobes and licked her long neck. He occasionally bushed against her pantied phallus but only briefly. Her body was on fire; her need profound.

“Oh Steven,” she tried to guide him to her, opening her legs and rising to meet him but he resisted.

He kissed her again as she gripped his manhood and her body shook with wantonness and the exigency of her desire.

Finally Steven allowed Danielle to guide him inside her knickers and he eased into her with such exquisite slowness that Danielle bit her lips. He pulled out ever so slowly and she tensed her sphincter trying to hold him inside. He pushed back inside and she moaned with pleasure.

“Danielle?” his breath was hot in her ear.

“Do you like this Danielle?” he teased as he slowly fucked her and she dug her fingernails into his flesh.

She raised herself up off the bed and encouraged him to quicken his pace; she was whimpering.

“Please fuck me Steven,” she gasped, unable to take the suspense any longer.

Steven drove himself inside her all the way and her legs locked around his torso. The spurred him on as he fucked her faster and faster, the bed squeaking and their cries becoming louder.

“Fuck me Steven! Fuck me!” Danielle screamed as she ejaculated into her knickers.

Steven drove himself all the way inside her and spent himself; they crushed their mouths together, drawing blood with the intensity of their kisses.

In the next room Frau Scholl bit her pillow to silence her moans; she had her hand inside knickers and was vigorously fingering herself listening to the noises in the bedroom next door.

To be continued

Steven awoke first to find Danielle snuggled up to him; she still wore her stockings and he couldn’t resist running his hands over her legs, rubbing her negligee against her stocking-clad thigh.

Danielle stirred and he moved his hand to her groin and caressed her morning erection, feeling the girth of her through the nylon slip and satin panties. His whole attitude towards Danielle had begun to change during their time together at Stalag Luft Oberursel rehearsing for Clash by Night. He no longer even associated her with Corporal Daniel Collingwood; she was just Danielle Bouvier, and although she was a transvestite he considered her female. He considered her his lover. He had no idea what form their relationship would take when and if they made it home to England but for the moment he would live in the now.

Danielle curled up against him and he gazed down at her face; her makeup was a mess but somehow that made her appear sexier. Her eyes darkened by smudged eyeliner and mascara; her lipstick smeared and lips bruised from their torrid lovemaking the previous evening. To him she was beautiful.

She purred as he massaged her penis through her panties and he lowered his mouth to hers. She seemed reluctant to open her mouth, whether it was because she was worried about her morning-breath or because she was still sleepy he wasn’t sure, so he decided a little encouragement was required.

He disentangled himself from her and she sighed with disappointment but still did not open her eyes; she turned around and burrowed her face into the pillow allowing Steven to spoon her, which was exactly what he wanted. Her buttocks protruded invitingly so he placed his erection into the crevice of her buttocks outside her panties and kneaded his penis back and forth whilst his arm wrapped around her slim waist and his hand once again found her tented her panties.

Steven massaged Danielle's rigid shaft as his own pressed against her backside; he nuzzled at her neck and Danielle mewed and sleepily placed her hand on his hip and wriggled her buttocks to deter him.

Wriggling her buttocks was precisely the wrong thing to do in this situation, as all it did was inflame Steve’s lust; he eased aside the gusset of Danielle's panties and slipped his hard cock inside her.

Danielle purred like a kitten and pressed back against him.

“You’re not going to let me sleep are you lover? I suppose this is one of the situations where the quote ‘if you can’t avoid it, enjoy it’ comes from,” Danielle murmured.

“If you say so darling,” Steven slipped his hands under her armpits and onto her shoulders.

Steven began to fuck her with long slow strokes as she wriggled invitingly against him. They murmured soft words of endearment as they made love; Danielle turned her head so that Steven could kiss her mouth. He held her close to him and ground himself against her soft buttocks, his hard cock buried up to the hilt in her anus. His glans pressed on her prostate evoking feelings of wanton desire.

“Mmm, I suppose this might be worth being rudely awaken for,” Danielle droned languidly and shivered lasciviously.

Steven moved his hands to her tiny breasts and tweaked her nipples; Danielle squirmed in his arms and waggled her buttocks encouraging Steven to increase the tempo. But just like last night he made her wait for her climax as he squeezed her cock and fucked her at a leisurely pace, despite the fact that he wished to impale her on his phallus and come deep inside her.

Danielle began to moan and pant as her climax approached, Steven was wicked; bringing her to the brink and then backing off but he too longed for release. He thrust into her hard and deep and ground against her satiny derriere and pulled her close to him as he ejaculated. He coaxed her to ejaculate too; milking her penis and feeling the hot gush of semen soak her panties. Steven bit her earlobe and drove her wild; she wanted to thrash and buck in his arms but he held her tighter; feeling her shudder and writhe in his grasp.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Danielle sobbed as her climax peaked.

Steven kissed her neck and whispered terms of endearments into her ear and finally…

“I love you Danielle.”

Danielle froze in his arms when he uttered those words, then after a beat she relaxed and allowed herself to enjoy the last scintilla of fulfilment but she remained silent.

Steven slowly subsided from extremis and held Danielle lovingly in his arms; his penis still inside her. Danielle wriggled free and turned around to face him; she put her arms around him and intertwined her legs with his and kissed him deeply.

She tenderly swept the hair from his eyes and smiled at him lovingly.

“Well! I wanted to sleep in but that was a lovely way to be awakened,” Danielle kissed him gently.

It was not lost on Steven that Danielle had called him ‘lover’ this morning and once had almost, but not quite, accidentally told him that she loved him, but she had not echoed his declaration of love this morning.

“You know I love you,” Steven continued to pursue a response.

“Don’t be silly; we all say foolish things in the heat of passion,” Danielle attempted to lighten the atmosphere.

“I’m not in the heat of passion now; I’m just in love with you,” Steven said earnestly.

“We’ve had this discussion Steven; it’s never going to work,” Danielle was miffed.

“We never finished the conversation and regardless of what anyone thinks that won’t change my feelings for you Danielle,” Steven searched her eyes.

“This is the worst possible time and place to have this conversation. I’m getting up and going to use the bathroom; you can use it after me while I change,” Danielle said quite artlessly given the situation.

She extracted herself from his embrace and lit a cigarette as she padded around the room laying out makeup on the vanity and selecting her clothes for the day. She took the little toilette kit from her suitcase and self-consciously picked up her douche and surgical tape.

“Well if he loves me, he can see the unpleasant things I have to go through for him,” she mumbled to herself.

“What?” Steven called from the bed.

“Nothing!” she replied a little angrily; she took off her stockings and suspender belt, adjusted her underwear and negligee and crept cautiously down the corridor towards the bathroom.

She wished that she had a proper dressing gown in her luggage but space was tight, as were the resources to make ladies clothing at Stalag Luft Oberursel. Danielle was surprised that there was hot water available but there was and she enjoyed the luxury of it. She washed and completed her toilette and nearly collided with Katerina Scholl as she left the bathroom.

“Good morning Danielle,” Katerina blushed as she recalled listening to Danielle and Steven making love last night.

“Good morning Katerina,” Danielle blushed too.

“We should sit down and discuss future developments for your escape; please have yourself and Steven join myself and Wilhelm for a late breakfast in one hour please,” Katerina said.

Danielle was well aware of the late hour to be rising.

“Please forgive us our tardiness, we were both exhausted. Escaping took a bigger toll on us than I thought; mostly psychological I suppose, but running through a forest in an evening gown and high heels also burned up some energy,” Danielle smiled.

“I was dressed in my party dress too but at least I was wearing low heels,” Katerina chuckled

“You have to tell me all about how you got away from the camp. Perhaps over a schnapps after dinner tonight,” Katerina lightly placed her fingers on Danielle's arm.

“I look forward to some girl talk,” Danielle patted Katerina’s hand and winked.

Steven was still sulking when Danielle returned but he knew better than to pursue the conversation, or more accurately the argument, that they were having before Danielle went to use the bathroom. While Steven was away, Danielle hurriedly applied her makeup, gaffed, slipped into panties, bra, stockings and slip and put on the sensible brown suit. She fixed her hair and deliberately went down stairs before Steven returned.

Wilhelm was at the bottom of the stairs attending to some task or another and he gave her a polite nod and went about his business. His demeanour implied that he didn’t think much of people who slept in, in the morning.

Danielle found Katerina in the kitchen and she poured Danielle a cup of coffee.

“Not the best, but I make do with rationing in force,” Katerina apologised.

“This is wonderful compared to the dust we get in camp, and Red Cross parcels usually contain tea,” Danielle smiled over the rim of her cup.

“You British and your tea,” Katerina laughed.

“Hey! The entire British Empire was built on cups of tea; we shouldn’t have to fight a war without it,” Danielle joined in the joviality.

Danielle and Katerina were bonding; Danielle's excellent German language skills an obvious advantage.

“Herr Schmitt was not impressed with my oversleeping,” Danielle commented.

“Willy has a strong work ethic and little sense of humour I’m afraid. His son was a member of the White Rose organisation at the University of Munich and was arrested by the Gestapo and is being held in jail indefinitely,” Katerina explained.

“That’s why he is with your Resistance cell?” Danielle inquired.

“Yes. We are a very small cell but we do what we can; we all love our country but hate the Nazi regime,” Katerina said with some venom.

“Do I smell coffee?” Steven’s head popped around the door to the kitchen.

Katerina caught the word coffee and poured him a cup.

“Because of my position and affluence I am able to barter directly with the local farmers; I will cook us some speck and eggs. Danielle will you assist me and slice some bread?” Katerina smiled at Danielle graciously.

Being outside of the camp for the first time and Katerina knowing her situation, Danielle appreciated being given what was considered women’s work. It was a subtle affirmation by Katerina of Danielle’s femininity.

The woman chatted affably in German while they did their chores and once again Steven began to feel overlooked and precluded. He sipped his coffee and watched Danielle; even in her drab brown suit she looked delightful to him.

Willy must have smelt breakfast being cooked because he came into the kitchen and helped himself to coffee. Danielle kept busy and set the table.

The four sat down and ate breakfast together, Danielle and Steven marvelled at the bacon, eggs and fresh bread. They spoke about the progress of the war and other generalities; the conversation interrupted now and then as Danielle translated for Steven.

Katerina and Danielle cleared the table while the men smoked; Wilhelm took a turn around the grounds to check that all was well and then they gathered in the lounge to discuss their short-term plans.

“We do not know the full details of your travel plans; we were only advised that we need to get you safely to Frankfurt railway station and to get you on a train to Cologne. Effectively you are on your own from there but we assume you will be heading to France and will likely meet up with other Resistance cells in Belgium and France,” Katerina began.

“I propose we wait two or three days for the heat to die down from your escape as the authorities will have expected you to move out of the area as soon as possible. It is also most likely that they will be looking for two men travelling together rather than a man and a woman.”

Danielle translated for Steven.

“Is there anything I can do? I feel like a spare prick at a wedding,” Danielle could sense Steven’s frustration.

She translated for Katerina and watched her face as she pondered the question.

“I have a task that Stephan can undertake with minimal risk. He can accompany Willy to Frankfurt railway station each day and observe the activity there. A contingent of Feldjägerkorps are permanently stationed there and I expect that they are particularly active now looking for the escaped POWs and may possibly have the Gestapo overseeing their work.”

“I doubt Steven and Willy will be questioned because Willy is too old to fit the profile of the escapees. If they do question Stephan his documentation will hold up and justify his inability to speak German. When Steven and Willy consider it is safe to do so they can purchase two tickets to Cologne. It would be expected that the husband, being the man of the house, would undertake such a task rather than his wife,” Katerina seemed happy that she had found something meaningful for Steven for to do.

Danielle explained the situation to Steven who was happy that he had something useful to do rather than just hang around the house waiting.

They discussed the plan in detail, had a light lunch and Steven and Willy left for Frankfurt railway station for the rest of the day. Danielle retired to her bedroom for a nap.

Katerina knocked softly but did not wait for a response before she entered the bedroom. Danielle lay on the bed; her suit hung on the hanger behind the door so it wouldn’t get wrinkled; she was still wearing her blouse, slip, lingerie and nylons; her heels had been kicked off next to the bed.

“I hope I’m not disturbing you,” Katerina slid sideways through the door and gently closed it behind her.

“I’m studying my travel papers to make sure that when I have to produce them I know the answers to any questions by rote,” Danielle replied.

“I have a present for you. As you know I am quite well off and can afford such luxuries,” Katerina held out five packages of good quality silk stockings.

“If you are ever questioned as to how you could possibly afford them simply say that Generallieutenant Ernst Huber gave them to you as a farewell present. As your laissez-passer was issued by General Huber his giving you such an intimate gift insinuates that you have more than a professional relationship,” Katerina raised a brow.

“Thank you so much; and you are right, as well as being a wonderful gift, the implication that I have been intimate with General Huber will possibly provide me with more influence should we be stopped,” Danielle said graciously.

“You know I keep complimenting you on how feminine and passable you look, but there are some subtleties I can help you with. You have been schooled in how to pass as a woman by other men pretending to be women, there are nuances that you should get right,” Katerina came over and sat on the corner of the bed uninvited, but it was afterall her house.

Danielle's ears picked up; anything that would help her appear womanlier appealed to her. She nodded at Katerina.

“Ok. Stand up and put on your high heels. Walk up and down the room for me; but casually, not self-consciously because you know I’m watching,” Danielle put on her heels and began to walk slowly up and down the room.

“Good! Not bad at all, but turn your toes inward slightly before you land your feet. Yes, that’s better she clapped her hands together lightly when Danielle complied.

“Yes much better; now glide. Perfect.” Katerina got off the bed and stood beside Danielle as they walked up and down the room.

“Ok now stop. I want you to do this,” Katerina pointed a toe and turned her calf and looked back over her shoulder to see her reflection in the mirror and checked the seams of her stockings; adjusting them every so slightly so they ran straight.

“Pretend you are on the street and the mirror is a shop window. It is a very ladylike thing to do for two reasons. One; a woman should always make sure her seams are straight and two; men will surreptitiously watch you because they love to do so,” Katerina grinned.

“But shouldn’t I try to be inconspicuous?” Danielle looked puzzled.

“Look; crowds are your friends, it’s easy to become part of the throng; you don’t want to be flagrantly obvious, but trying too hard to be inconspicuous will draw attention. You are young and pretty and men are going to ogle you and women will stare at you with envy. Be confident and self-assured in your good looks but don’t be flamboyant, do you get the difference?” Katerina placed her hands on Danielle's shoulder for emphasis and Danielle nodded.

Katerina unbuttoned Danielle's blouse.

“Just as I thought. These silly things, what do you call them?” Katerina dug the rice filled stockings out of the cups of Danielle's bra.

“Breastforms,” Danielle sounded a little hurt.

“Get rid of them. Best to appear flat chested like a flapper than have these things which, while suitable on a stage, will not stand up to scrutiny. Tomorrow we will get you two brassieres with just a little padding in the cups. With your slender figure, that pretty face and those killer legs, no man is going to care that you have little tits,” Katerina laughed and tossed the breastforms on the bed.

She eased Danielle out of her blouse and her brassiere and they followed the breastforms onto the bed.

“You do have nice little nubbins though,” Katerina squeezed Danielle's nipples and they hardened to her touch.

Danielle gasped.

“Yes; these little titties will do just fine,” Katerina languidly stroked Danielle's meagre breasts and flicked her firm nipples.

“But this is what I find astounding! You have a lovely nice mound here just like a woman,” Danielle was wearing silk boy-leg camiknickers made from parachute-silk by the tailors in The Shop.

Katerina pressed her hand over Danielle's pubic mound and rubbed it sensuously.

“Where is it?” Katerina bit Danielle on the earlobe.

“I’m gaffed. That is, I’ve tucked my testes up inside myself and my penis is taped under me,” Danielle was self-conscious of her imperfections.

Katerina kept rubbing.

“What happens if you become aroused,” she blew into Danielle's ear softly and applied more pressure to the front of Danielle's knickers.

Danielle was very aware of the closeness Katerina’s body; she could smell Katerina’s perfume and sense her warmth. Her nipples still ached, and she was becoming painfully tumescent.

“It becomes painful if I become aroused; so I either have to hope my erection goes away quickly or remove my gaff,” Danielle finally answered.

“Like this?” Katerina put her hand inside Danielle's knickers and tore away her gaff.

Danielle gasped.

Katerina caught Danielle's penis and squeezed it as it sprang forward.

“There were no subtleties or nuances that you needed to teach me were there?” Danielle whispered, her lips nearly touching Katerina's.

“Not really, no,” Katerina pressed her lips to Danielle's and slipped just the tip of her tongue into her mouth and teased her.

Katerina opened her arms and Danielle fell into them; they embraced and kissed softly. They kicked off their heels and made their way over to the bed whilst still locked in each other’s arms. Katerina impatiently pulled out her blouse and pulled it over head without bothering to unbutton it; she unzipped her skirt and allowed it to fall to the floor then she resumed kissing Danielle.

They fell on the bed, Katerina lying on top of Danielle who reached behind her and unclipped Katerina’s bra; her rather pendulous breasts fell out and Danielle caught one in her mouth and suckled the nipple, which became immediately erect. She playfully bit it and Katerina gasped. Katerina pushed Danielle away from her breasts.

“I want to kiss you,” she sighed and lowered her face; their lips touched and tongues intertwined.

Katerina found Danielle's erect penis and stroked it to full tumescence.

“We can spend all afternoon exploring each other’s bodies but I want you inside me now.” Katerina moaned; she straddled Danielle's body and eased Danielle's penis from her knickers.

Katerina lifted up her haunches and guided Danielle's penis inside the loose leg of her panties and lowered herself onto Danielle’ hard phallus. She lowered her face to Danielle’s so they could kiss while they fucked and then she began to rise and lower herself up and down on Danielle's cock.

Danielle had not been with a woman for so long and the feel of Katerina’s tight wet cunt gripping her cock was overwhelming. It was not the same as fucking Mary Mayne; this was so different and so much more exciting. They were both women and the taste of smeared lipstick, the scent of perfumes, the soft rustle of rubbing nylon stockings and the sensuality of Katerina’s hot sopping maw gripping her cock was so sensual and arousing.

Katerina reared back on her haunches and bounced up and down on Danielle's rock-hard cock; Katerina liked sex with women as well as men but this was so much more exotic and erotic. Danielle reached up and squeezed Katerina’s breasts as she bucked beneath her lover, driving her cock deep into Katerina’s tight cunt. Katerina squeezed Daneille’s little nubbins and threw back her head and moaned lecherously; her orgasm was building, her clitoris was throbbing, spreading delicious waves of pleasure through her body.

“I’m coming darling,” Katerina gasped.

Danielle gripped Katerina’s hips and pulled her down hard whilst she thrust up with all her might.

Danielle cried out as she ejaculated deep inside Katerina’s vagina and Katerina screamed with delight as felt Danielle's hot cream full her cunt which pulsated and gripped Danielle's cock liberating her of her sperm. Katerina writhed and wriggled as her orgasm coursed through her; then she fell forward and smashed her lips against Danielle who threw her arms around Katerina and held her tight.

They ground against each other; releasing the last of their sexual energy. When they were both assuaged Katerina dismounted and lay beside Danielle and they kissed and cuddled until they fell asleep.

They awoke about an hour later and made love again; this time gentler and more loving with Katerina on her back and Danielle between her legs, slowly fucking her.

Steven made no comment when he and Willy returned from the station and came upstairs to bedroom even though it reeked of sex. If anything the thought of his Danielle and Katerina having sex ignited his passion and he made love to a now exhausted Danielle twice that night and twice the three nights after.

Danielle was having sex all afternoon with Katerina and at night with Steven; she was just glad that it wasn’t necessary for her to maintain an erection when she made love with Steven because her penis was sore.

On the fourth night it was decided that the next day Steven, accompanied by Willy, would buy their train tickets to Cologne.

But fate intervened.

Two members of the Gestapo supported by four Feldjägerkorps soldiers came to the house just after midnight. They hammered on the door demanding that Frau Scholl open up for them. They stupidly crowded onto the front porch because both the Gestapo and the Feldjägerkorps wanted to claim kudos for arresting the escapees and the Resistance members helping them.

Monsieur Steven Bouvier, Madame Danielle Bouvier, Frau Katerina Scholl and Herr Wilhelm Schmitt were sitting in the kitchen, lit only by candlelight, drinking schnapps and coffee. Kat and Willy had a contingency plan for just such an eventuality. Steven and Danielle crept upstairs and threw everything into their two suitcases as best they could in the dark. They put on their coats and Steven pocketed the Luger that Danielle had stolen from Oberst Kurt Wessel’s dresser drawer on the night of their escape and then they rushed quietly downstairs to the kitchen.

As a delaying tactic, Frau Scholl yelled to the men at the door to wait while she got dressed. As Katerina was a respected wealthy socialite, the Gestapo and Feldjägerkorps were hesitant to just kick in the door in case their informant had given them false information. At that time in Germany jealously and suspicion were rife and it was not unheard of for people to make false accusations against persons they disliked or envied.

Taking advantage of the delay Herr Schmitt unlocked and opened the door to the cellar. The homes in the small town of Nied were connected by a series of tunnels that dated back to the 1700 and 1800s. The tunnels had many uses not the least of which was smuggling which had been rife as the town lay on the Nied River, a tributary of the Main River that ran through Frankfurt.

“How could they possibly know?” Danielle asked; obviously shocked.

Katerina on the other hand was calm and collected.

“What did they offer you Willy?” she looked at Wilhelm Schmitt with sympathy, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

“They offered to release my boy; my Joseph,” Willy was crying too.

“I understand,” Katerina said, the small pistol that had somehow appeared in her hand was pointed at him.

Wilhelm didn’t flinch when Katerina lifted the pistol to his head, not even when the bullet entered his brain.

“He knew too much to be taken alive,” Katerina said emotionlessly.

The gunshot agitated the men at the front door and the banging became louder and was quickly followed by the sounds of breaking glass and splintering wood, which echoed down the corridor.

Katerina stepped forward to open the door from the kitchen to the corridor to meet the Gestapo and Feldjägerkorps and delay them but Steven pulled her back. He held the Luger in his hand.

“You two can escape. I’m the liability,” Steven waved his pistol at the cellar door indicating the two women should leave.

“No!” Danielle was horrified.

“You know I’m right. You can both make it without me but I can’t make it without you. I love you Danielle,” Steven said calmly and stepped out into the corridor.

“I love you Steven,” Danielle called out but Katerina had already sprang forward and slammed the door behind him and locked it.

“Take this and follow me! Do what I say if you want to live!” she took Danielle's suitcase and shoved it into her arms.

Katerina picked up Steven’s suitcase and gripped Danielle's wrist and dragged her to the cellar door. She slammed the door closed and barred it behind her and then dragged Danielle down the stairs. She stopped briefly and slapped Danielle across the face, hard.

“Don’t let his sacrifice be for nothing!” Katerina hissed.

Danielle came out of her fugue and followed Katerina through another door, which they again barred behind them and ran down a dark tunnel. They heard muffled shouts from behind the locked doors, the report of a pistol, and then the bark of a Schmeisser MP 40 machine pistol followed by a short scream.

Danielle fell to her knees and began to sob but Katerina dragged Danielle to her feet and once more slapped her face.

“Follow me or receive the same fate; harden your heart, you can grieve for him later,” she started to pull Danielle along behind her but Danielle whipped her hand from Katerina’s grasp and purposely ran beside her.

“Where are we going?” Danielle gasped for breath.

“We are taking an adjoining tunnel which comes out near the river. But I have a surprise for our followers,” Katerina pulled Danielle into a tunnel that branched off from the main tunnel they had been following.

Katerina motioned for them to stop and they both put down their suitcases, they put their hands on their knees and gasped for breath.

Katerina opened a small wooden box set into the wall and unfurled a long fuse connected to two sticks of dynamite.

“This will block the tunnel… or we can wait and try to catch them in the blast,” Katerina wheezed.

“Just blow it and let’s get out of here,” Danielle panted.

“That’s my girl,” Katerina took a box of matches from the wooden box and ignited the fuse.

They heard their perusers breaking though the barred doors and getting closer as the two women picked up their suitcases and started to run. A minute later a loud explosion rumbled through the tunnel and a cloud of dust billowed after them. By then they could see starlight at the end of the tunnel. They came out of the tunnel onto a small landing next to a canal.

“We always thought this day would come so we had this escape plan set up. I just hope that the only information Willy gave the authorities was that you were hiding at my house and nothing more. We will soon find out that’s for sure,” Katerina said.

Katerina and Danielle took off their heels scrambled into a small boat; Katerina pulled on the starter cord while Danielle settled the suitcases into the bottom of the small punt and let go the lines. The outboard motor was well maintained and started on the third pull.

“I have a small flat in Frankfurt rented under a false name. We are currently in the town of Nied on the Nidda canal which joins the Main River west of Frankfurt city, it will take us about two hours to get to Frankfurt so get as comfortable as you can,” Katerina said over the burble of the outboard motor.

When the canal joined the Main River they went through Steven’s suitcase and took anything useful from it. They tore up his travel documents into the smallest pieces they could and scattered them across the water, then they dumped the remainder of his effects into the river a few at a time. Danielle sobbed as they threw his clothes into the black water.

Surprisingly Danielle slept and was awoken when the punt bumped into the riverbank. They disembarked and pushed the boat out into the stream and briefly watched the current carry it away. They put on their shoes and clambered across the grassy bank and found a cycle path; there was no one around at this time of the morning and they were worried that the police would pick them up for questioning, being out at this early hour. They found a temporary hideout in a rowing club boatshed and huddled together to keep warm. When dawn broke they went outside and strolled down the path like they had every right to be there. By seven o’clock the streets were busy and they arrived at Katerina’s flat on Munchener Strasse.

Katerina retrieved the spare key from its hiding place in the electrical junction box and they wearily climbed the stairs to the small flat and Katerina let them in. Danielle dropped her suitcase and followed Katerina into the only bedroom where they stripped down to their underwear and fell into bed. They snuggled up for warmth and fell asleep almost instantly.

To be continued

Danielle awoke and was initially unaware of where she was and why she was here. Then she recalled that she was in Katerina’s flat on Munchener Strasse and the awful events that had predicated her arrival here. Tears filled her eyes as she recalled how Steven had sacrificed himself so that she and Katerina could escape.

She rolled over looking for comfort but Katerina was gone, her side of the bed was cold. Pale light seeped through the window and Danielle guessed that it was probably mid-afternoon, she got out of bed and opened the bedroom door. The smell of fresh coffee roused her senses and the need to relieve herself and take sustenance took precedence over her grief. She unpacked her necessaries and found the little bathroom across the hall and took care of her toilette. She applied makeup and dressed in her brown suit and went into the kitchen.

Danielle was quite shocked when she saw Katerina. She had cut her hair into a very short bob and dyed it jet-black; she was wearing a pantsuit and looked very different from the very feminine Katerina that Danielle had come to know. There were some packages on the table and it was obvious that Katerina had been out and about while Danielle was sleeping.

“Do you like it?” Katerina patted the back of her short bob and smiled.

“It suits you but to be honest I preferred it when you looked more feminine; you look nothing like you did when I first met you,” Danielle replied; helping herself to coffee.

“That’s the whole idea. I knew the day would come when I would either be captured or have to go into hiding so I prepared for the eventuality.”

“Because of my family’s business interests I have been able to travel freely between Germany and Switzerland. During one of my stays there I had pictures taken of me with this hairstyle which I then used to make forged travel documents under a false name.”

“I have extensive holdings squirreled away in Swiss banks and I own a small alpine villa there. All I need to do is get to Switzerland without being captured and I can wait out the war; the way I see it I have played my part and made my sacrifices.”

“As long as Willy only told the authorities that we were harbouring POWs and didn’t divulge our escape plans we will be ok. I’m sure that we would have been arrested already if the authorities knew any more than that. I went out this morning after I cut and dyed my hair and made contact with another member of the Resistance; there is nothing to indicate that our cell is compromised but of course I am personally discredited and have been branded a criminal.”

“The Gestapo and the Feldjägerkorps are zealously looking for both myself and a British airman named Corporal Daniel Collingwood, they are distributing pictures of them both. They believe that you ditched the persona of Danielle and that you only dressed enfemme as a ruse to enable your escape from the Stalag. I can’t imagine that Oberst Kurt Wessel has extrapolated to them that you were at a party at his house when you escaped or what he was up to exactly when you went over the wire,” Katerina smiled knowingly.

“I have a full wardrobe and my new identity papers here. I also have an adequate amount of Reichsmarks, which I will share with you. I’m heading south to Zurich and I presume you are heading to somewhere in France after you reach Cologne so we will soon go our separate ways,” Katerina picked up one of the packages off the table.

“A going away present,” Katerina leaned in and kissed Danielle on the cheek.

It was almost liked being kissed by a stranger because Katerina looked so different.

Danielle tore open the package and found two satin and lace bras with small ‘B’ cups that had been slightly padded to provide shape.

Danielle put her arms around Katerina’s neck and kissed her.

“They look wonderful I must try one of them on!” Danielle unbuttoned her blouse and Katerina helped her put on and adjust her new bra.

“Perfect! The bra gives you some shape and heft where you had non,” Katerina admired her handiwork.

Danielle put on her blouse to see the full effect and it did indeed appear that she two small but very nicely proportioned breasts.

“The other packages contain bread, cheese, ham and some condiments. We will make sandwiches to take with us on our journeys,” Katerina said.

“The situation has changed, the Gestapo and the Feldjägerkorps are about to start a door to door search so it’s best we get going soon,” Katerina said gravely.

“I’ll go pack,” Danielle said sweeping up the remaining bra from the table.

Katerina caught her wrist.

“We have to leave soon but not straight away; we have a little time. We may not see each other again,” she pulled Danielle into her arms.

“Best we make good use of what little time we have left together then,” Danielle looked lovingly into Katerina’s eyes and then they kissed.

Katerina led Danielle into the bedroom where they quickly undressed down to their lingerie and fell on the bed. Danielle straddled Katerina, kissing her pressing her body into her.

“I want to feel the softness of you and the hardness of you,” Katerina sighed and reached for Danielle who was fully tumescent.

She guided Danielle's penis to her sex, which was already wet in anticipation. Danielle eased herself inside the warm, slick folds of Katerina’s vagina and began to vigorously fuck her. She would have loved to have spent a long and languid afternoon with her lover but time was of the essence and they were determined to enjoy each other one last time.

Their stockings hissed as their legs intertwined, Danielle driving her penis deep inside Katerina. Katerina’s vagina was tight and clung to Danielle's member as she withdrew it as if not wanting to release the throbbing instrument of pleasure.

Katerina pulled Danielle’s face to hers.

“Fuck me darling. Fuck me hard,” and Danielle acquiesced to her wishes.

She drove her penis deep into Katerina’s vagina, making her gasp and began to fuck her with long, deep strokes. She was close to orgasm but made herself wait until Katerina reached her pinnacle and writhed and gasped beneath her as she came. Danielle allowed herself release and flooded Katerina’s vagina with her semen.

There was no time to enjoy the afterglow and they hastily disengaged, cleaned themselves and fixed their makeup.

They hurriedly dressed and packed; Danielle was miffed, she had run out of surgical tape and had to reuse the tape from her old gaff, which did not hold her genitals as tight to her body as she would like. She put on her tightest pair of panties to help hold everything in place.

When they were ready they steadied themselves and stepped out on the street.

Danielle had escaped once before so she was well aware of the importance of not looking guilty or out of place; being out and about in public for the first time as a woman was exhilarating but she hardly had time enjoy the experience. She needed to be on her guard.

Danielle and Katerina walked together to the railway station as much for mutual support as anything, this gave Danielle some scant time to adapt to presenting herself as a woman in a populated area. They had already said their goodbyes and an open display of affection between two women in public was certain to draw attention to themselves so they made do with a peck on the cheek and a handshake.

The railway station was crowded, noisy and dusty and there were long lines at the ticket windows; a soldier from the Feldjägerkorps stood beside each window scrutinising travel documents. For the first time she experienced chivalry as a woman when she was about to take her place at the back of the line and a man standing near the ticket window called out to her.

“Fraulein; here, please take my place in line,” the handsome gentleman beckoned her.

Several people waiting in the line turned around to stare at her, which was not what she wanted, but she confidently strutted past them to the front of the queue. Several of the women muttered their indignation at her preferential treatment whilst most of the men surreptitiously ogled at her.

“I shouldn’t take your place; all these people have all been waiting in line long before I got here,” Danielle couldn’t help but smile at the suave looking gentleman.

“Nonsense; I am surrendering my place to you and taking your place at the back of the line so it changes nothing for the others,” the man gallantly took her suitcase and put it on the ground and stepped out of line so that Danielle could take his place.

“Very generous and honourable of you sir but you might miss your train by doing so,” Danielle replied.

“Possibly; I’m going to Cologne and the next train leaves in fifteen minutes, however there is another train two hours after that,” the man smiled courteously.

“What a coincidence; so am I,” Danielle regretted it as soon as she’d said it.

The man’s smile widened.

“Well Fraulein, perhaps I can purchase tickets for both of us,” he grinned.

“It’s not Fraulein it’s Frau and, as I am a married woman, I think it is inappropriate for you to buy me anything,” Danielle insisted.

The man was about to reply when the family ahead of them departed the ticket window leaving it vacant.

“Next! Move along please, move along,” the Feldjägerkorps Sergeant beckoned them forward.

Danielle really had no choice as she was pushed forward by the people in the line behind her to the where the soldiers were checking documentation.

“Papers!” the Unterfeldwebel demanded.

Danielle had her documents ready and the man thrust his papers forward at the same time.

“Herr Muller. This woman is a French citizen and is married; are you travelling together?” the Unterfeldwebel asked as he studied their papers.

“Yes we are. I am accompanying her to meet her husband in Cologne,” Herr Muller answered the soldier.

The Unterfeldwebel looked at Herr Muller and gave Danielle the once over and smirked knowingly.

“Your papers are in order, have a pleasant journey,” the soldier’s grin widened as he handed back their papers.

“Why did you tell him that?” Danielle hissed as they approached the window.

“Two first class tickets to Cologne,” the man ignored Danielle and waved a handful of Reichsmarks at the ticket seller.

Danielle had no choice but remain in the company of Herr Muller but as soon as he paid for the tickets she pulled him aside, away from the throng.

“What do you think you are doing?” she whispered angrily.

“Forgive me Madame, may I introduce myself, Hans Muller at your service,” once again he flashed that dazzling smile.

He took Danielle's hand to kiss it but she snatched it back.

“It is my opinion that a woman travelling on her own is never really safe and is subject to possible harassment, especially if she is a foreigner and even more so if she is beautiful; regardless of whether or not she is married,” Hans grinned.

“Where is your husband by the way? If you were my wife I wouldn’t let you out of my sight,” he beamed.

“I am meeting him in Calais,” Danielle had to change her backstory now that Steven had been killed.

Thinking of Steven made her feel sad but she once again regretted telling this man anything.

“I can see the sorrow on your face; you must miss him? But in his absence let me be your escort; I have just purchased two first class tickets, which means we will have a compartment to ourselves. I promise you that I will respect your privacy and behave like a true gentleman,” When Hans took her hand this time she did not withdraw it.

Sitting in a first class carriage had its advantages other than just the luxury, she would not have to engage with the other passengers and she could rest during the overnight trip. Also being in Hans Muller’s company would give the impression that she was accompanied and keep away any would be Lotharios or busybodies.

“Ok, you may be my travelling companion on two conditions. One, I pay you for my own ticket and two you respect my privacy,” Danielle allowed him to kiss her hand and then withdrew it.

“Yes of course to both conditions,” Hans attempted to take her suitcase from her and waved in the direction of the platforms.

“I can carry my own luggage and I will follow you if you don’t mind,” Danielle said.

“I have to admit that I was hoping that you would walk in front of me so that I might gaze at your lovely legs and wonderful bottom,” Hans said roguishly and proceeded ahead of her.

Danielle had packed the rather plain brown suit and wore her stylish blue pinstriped suit; she wished the tailors at The Shop had not made the hem quite so short but the ensemble fitted her perfectly and the mauve long-sleeved silk blouse was the consummate garment to wear beneath the jacket. Her black high heels clacked on the concrete platform.

She caught up with Hans and walked beside him.

“You promised to respect me,” she admonished him.

“I promised to respect your privacy; to gaze upon a beautiful woman and admire her is not disrespectful,” Hans grinned.

“By all means; admire away but please keep your comments to yourself,” Danielle snapped.

The guard checked their tickets and then he helped Danielle climb up into the carriage; Hans followed and led her down the companionway. The carriage was divided into nine, two-berth sleeping compartments fitted with cupboards and a washbasin in each. In day form, each compartment sat two passengers and at night the seat folded down for the first bed, and the second lowered from the wall panels above that seat to give a bunk arrangement. Each compartment was accessed by a sliding door with coloured leadlights fitted with privacy curtains; an attendant’s compartment was located at one end of the car and a smoking lounge and bar at the other.

Danielle was a little surprised at the opulence of the compartment that Hans led her to. It was decorated in Edwardian style with carved panelling, a pressed metal ceiling, frosted glass and lamp pendants, all ornately decorated; a row of bevelled mirrors was provided above the windows with an engraved swastika pattern. The seats were plush velour.

Hans took Danielle's suitcase and put in the overhead luggage rack, his own considerably larger case was taken away to the attendant’s compartment.

Danielle smoothed her skirt under her and took a seat.

“How much do I owe you?” she asked rummaging in her handbag.

“Nothing. Please allow me the privilege of paying for you Madame,” Hans tried to close her handbag.

They struggled a little and Danielle snatched the handbag and ripped it from his grasp; Hans’ hands fell into her lap, one of them resting on her thigh just below the hem of her skirt.

They both looked down at it.

“Sorry but you snatched your handbag away,” Hans whispered but didn’t move his hands.

Danielle gently moved his hands out of her lap and pushed them into his.

“Why don’t you just let me give you some money and then I can relax; I’m feeling quite tired,” Danielle returned her handbag to her lap and took out her purse.

She looked at Hans defiantly.

When he told how much her ticket was she was taken aback and nearly changed her mind about paying for it but she’d made too much of a fuss about paying for her own ticket so she had no choice but to hand over her share.

Hans noted Danielle's surprise when he told her how much the first class tickets cost.

“Madame, I feel like a cad; you obviously would not have travelled first class except for my insistence, please allow me to meet any other costs that arise during the course of your travels,” he pulled on the cord for the attendant who appeared almost immediately at the door.

Hans ordered a bottle of champagne and a serving of caviar.

“You are too generous; I feel a little guilty indulging in such opulence whilst most people are suffering austerity,” Danielle searched for her cigarettes in her handbag and Hans lit it for her.

“Madame, my family owns the Muller Steel Works and whilst the war does indeed mean austerity and hardship for some, for others it is an opportunity,” Hans pulled out the folding table in anticipation of their treats arriving.

“Who knows how things will turn out; the Allies have a foothold in Italy and we have lost the war in Russia,” Hans took a cigarette from a silver case and lit it with a gold lighter.

Danielle was surprised to hear such defeatist dialogue from an affluent German citizen who was profiteering from the war.

“The general public are treated like sheep by that viper Goebbels whilst that incestuous painter masquerading as a wolf will lead us all to doom,” he said bitterly.

“Shh! You will get us arrested,” Danielle tried to compose Hans; she pulled him down beside her.

“Hah! I could buy the whole train if I wanted! The only reason I was in that ticket line was because I wanted to rub up against the common people and see for myself what they are thinking but they are all brainwashed,” Hans crushed out his cigarette just as the champagne arrived.

“Forgive me, Madame, allow me to pour you a glass,” Hans dismissed the attendant and poured two glass of champagne.

“I will drink your wine because I am thirsty but you can keep your caviar; I will eat my sandwich thank you,” Danielle was a little disgusted with this man who profiteered from the war but was so damning of his country’s leadership and contemptuous of the people.

“You think me obtuse and insensitive but I am just a realist who lives for today because I think our future is doomed,” Hans topped off Danielle's drink.

Hans gorged himself on caviar whilst Danielle nibbled at her sandwich. She was tired after such a long day and after several glasses of wine she took off her jacket and kicked off her heels to make herself more comfortable and eventually fell asleep.

Hans had the attendant clear away and assisted him to put away the table and close the blinds. They were both quiet and careful not disturb Danielle who was slumbering. Hans settled down next to her on the edge of the single bench seat to give her room to stretch out as she languished in a deep sleep. He put two pillows under her head and she smiled in her slumber and Hans took the opportunity to scrutinise her. There was no doubting that she was beautiful but there was just something about her that wasn’t right.

During the days of the Weimar Republic, Berlin was a liberal city and although male to female transvestites went to great pains to insist on their heterosexuality it was a hotbed of sexual excess. There were even ‘transvestite certificates’ issued by the government allowing men to dress and present as women in public. Transvestite stage performances and musical shows were popular in dance halls, and some beer kellars were exclusively patronised by crossdressers of both genders and their admirers.

It was during this period of excesses, before the Nazi Party came to power, that a young Hans Muller became a frequent visitor to such establishments and an incessant partaker of their lascivious offerings.

As a young man he became enthralled with the gorgeous ‘women’ who frequented these establishments and had a series of torrid affairs with a succession of transvestite showgirls. He never thought of himself as homosexual; he circumspectly and insistently refused to see any of the girls as their male alter egos; to him they were only the women that they presented themselves to be.

When the Nazis came to power they began to round up ‘undesirables’, persons accused of 'asocial' or socially 'deviant' behaviour, and some of the transvestites and their admirers fled the country or took their activities underground but most simply ceased doing what they had been doing. Any establishment that was considered ‘an immoral place’ was either torn down or seized and re-purposed by the Nazis.

Hans had been with transvestites that were nearly as attractive as Danielle; they could easily pass as women but to the ardent admirer there were always ‘tells’ that set them apart, beside the obvious differences between their legs. In Danielle's case her voice was sultry, feminine but with a smoky rasp. He noted that Danielle had a long elegant neck but her larynx or ‘adam’s apple’ was quite prominent; but further exploration was required.

Her blouse was pulled tight against her chest as she slept; she either had very small breasts or none at all. Hans deftly slipped his hand inside her blouse and was not really surprised to find a padded bra. He hid not want to wake her so he withdrew his hand and looked at her pretty face and saw that she was in a very deep sleep.

Her skirt had ridden up and he could see the tops of her silk stockings, very decadent in this time of austerity. He couldn’t help but gently caress her thighs. He felt himself becoming hard and was tempted to relieve himself just watching this goddess lie supine on the bench seat but he was hoping that he would satisfy his urges with far better forms of gratification than just masturbation.

Reusing the surgical tape for her gaff was Danielle's downfall; Hans slowly lifted her skirt and was not at all shocked to find that Danielle had a penis and that as she slept it had become tumescent and sprung free of the confines of her gaff. Hans was well aware of the efforts transvestites went to, to hide their genitals.

Her erection pressed against the translucent fabric of her white satin panties and Hans could barely control himself. He slowly arose from the seat and locked the sliding doors to their compartment. He quickly undressed and lay down beside the recumbent gorgeous creature who was now his to play with.

Danielle was lying flat on her back, her head resting on the pillows with her hair framing her pretty face. Her arms were by her sides and her legs slightly open, her skirt rode high on her thighs and Hans had lifted the hem to expose the welts of her stockings and her tight white panties.

He slowly and softly traced the outline of her penis with his fingertips and was rewarded when a globule of translucent pre-ejaculate oozed through the gauzy fabric. He used his fingertip to scoop up the delicate nectar and put if on his tongue; his cock throbbed. The same fingertip began to softly knead the viscous fluid; gently circling her fraenulum. Danielle's cock pulsed and a smile formed on her lips.

He nearly fainted when she spoke softly and sleepily around that beatific smile.

“When did you know?” Danielle whispered.

“I wasn’t sure until we sat down together and I could study you closely; you are the most beautiful creature I have ever encountered and I’ve known many of your kind,” Hans’ finger continued to lightly stroke her erect penis.

“What are you goin to do about it?” Danielle got straight to the point.

“I have no love for the Nazi regime nor their repressive policies and laws. I do have a special love for the very unique and extraordinary women like yourself. You are obviously not who you purport to be; you are very adventurous presenting as you do in public, but very few would know what you are.”

“I’m guessing you are trying to get somewhere safe and I will not prevent you from doing so; nor will I press my advantage on you, but as you can see by my nakedness, I am hoping that you will be receptive to my advances.”

“I promise you that if you tell me to stop what I am doing I will immediately get dressed and cease attending to you,” Hans was still circling his fingertip on Danielle's glans.

“Ok then; stop,” Danielle whispered; her hand gripped his and held it still.

Hans was bitterly disappointed and it showed on his face.

Danielle smiled seductively.

“Do this instead,” she took his fingers and slid them along the shaft of her penis.

Hans needed no further encouragement and gripped Danielle's tumescent penis through her silky panties and began to stroke it. Danielle opened her lips invitingly and Hans lowered his face to hers. As he kissed Danielle, she found his flesh and began to reciprocate his conduct; softly stroking his hard cock as he stroked hers.

She allowed him to take off her blouse, her skirt and her brassiere, lifting herself up off the seat to assist him. His mouth fell to her tiny breasts and he suckled her hard nipples until she moaned. His slowly kissed his way down her flat belly, loitering briefly to lick her belly button, then continued down to the top of her panties where he stopped. He teased her; lapping at her sensitive skin but keeping his mouth away from her throbbing penis straining at the fabric of her panties.

Danielle pushed his head down to her crotch but he resisted until she begged him, then he engulfed her turgid penis still encased in her satin panties and suckled it. Danielle's feet drummed on the seat as she ejaculated. Hans swallowed her creamy issue as it welled through the sheer material.

Danielle bit down on her hand to stop herself crying out as Hans’ soft sensuous lips and slippery tongue worked her cock, draining every scintilla of her issue.

Hans smiled, and when he knew that she was sated he rolled over on top of her and kissed her as his turgid member pressed against hers.

“God that was wonderful,” Danielle smiled up at him, obligingly opening her legs and wrapping them around his waist.

She kissed him and raised herself up off the seat invitingly. She snaked a hand between their bodies and slipped his erect cock inside her panties and pressed his glans to her sphincter. Hans deliberately held back, making Danielle moan like a wanton slattern as she writhed beneath him trying to force him inside her. He slid just the tip of glans inside her and ever so slowly began to thrust the remainder of his cock into her anus. Despite her attempts to spear herself on his rod he made her wait as he slowly and agonisingly slipped himself inside her.

She kissed him passionately and squirmed beneath him, impatiently humping and gyrating, trying to force his full tumescence inside her. When she finally begged him, he thrust all of himself inside her. She was still erect herself and he felt her hard flesh poking him in the belly.

He fucked her as slowly as he had entered her, taking his time and bringing them both to the very peak of desire and then backing off. He drove her wild; their fervent kisses muffled the screams and moans of desire that would otherwise have reverberated through the carriage.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Make me come, fill me with your hot come!” Danielle had never felt such licentious desire before.

Hans relented and began to fuck her hard and fast as Danielle bucked and wriggled under him, her legs locked around his body holding him close. She wanted to feel his flesh on her flesh, his lips on her lips, his tongue on her tongue; her fingernails raked his back as suddenly her body contorted and she went into a paroxysm as her orgasm exploded. Hans rode the almost fathomless climax with her and orgasmed himself; his cock throbbing and pulsing as he ejaculated deep in her anus pressing his glans on her prostate knowing the wonderful sensations it would produce.

They remained in each other’s arms kissing and stroking each other, slowly reigniting their passion and then they fucked again.

Hans ordered more champagne, taking the bottle from the attendant at the door so he couldn’t see inside the compartment. Which was just as well because Danielle lay languidly on her back improving her erection so that Hans could suckle it when he returned with the wine. In between their bouts of lustful romps, Hans told her of his youth and his experiences with transvestites in the fleshpots of old Berlin.

Danielle and Hans slept very little; Hans was bewildered that he had found such a gorgeous creature after all these years and Danielle was happy to be in the company of this mature man who appreciated her and kept her safe. She was honest enough with herself to acknowledge that she was indulging in decadent sex with no emotional attachment. After her love-hate relationship with Steven and her clinging devotion to Katerina it was a release having guilt free sex with a man she knew she would never see again.

The next morning she used the bathroom and came back to the compartment and changed into her brown suit. She wanted to blend into the crowd at Cologne station while she waited for her train to Lieg.

Hans tried to talk her into allowing him to accompany her but she was determined to complete her escape alone.

Danielle made it safely to Calais and except for the incident with Major Klaus Keppel at Brussels railway station her rail journey through the towns of Ghent, Ostend, Dunkirk, and Calais was incident free.

She spent a week in hiding in a Resistance safehouse in Calais waiting on the weather and tides before she made the crossing to Dover in a small fishing boat. The Resistance cell in Calais was all business; they were too busy committing acts of espionage, gathering intelligence and raising anti-Nazi sympathy to worry about getting personally involved with Danielle. They were perplexed that she didn’t want to discard her female persona now that she was once again free to present as a man; but when she told them that it was not her intent to do so they shrugged in their Gallic fashion and left her alone.

During her week in hiding she had considered her future; should she discard her identity and emerge as Daniel Collingwood or would she live her life as the woman that she had become? She had some idea what it would be like to live in the guise of a woman. Her parents would be devastated and probably disown her. Wherever she went if her secret was discovered she would likely be derided and ridiculed.

The moon rose late, illuminating the white cliffs of Dover, which bought tears to her eyes. A Royal Navy minesweeper on patrol duties found the small French fishing boat with the crew of two men and one female passenger. The men of the Resistance had the correct passwords to give to the naval officer who boarded the fishing boat in order to identify themselves and their mission and Danielle was transferred across to the navy vessel.

The sailors on the minesweeper did not believe that they had just embarked an escaped POW.

“Bollocks! She’s too good looking to be a bloke; and why would he stay dressed as a skirt now that he’s free?” Danielle overheard one rating say.

The captain of the vessel; a salty old Lieutenant had her bought to his small cabin.

“Corporal Daniel Collingwood, Royal Air Force. Well you don’t look like an Airforce corporal,” he poured a hefty slug of rum into a glass and handed it Danielle.

“I don’t use that name any more. I am not that person,” Danielle sipped the harsh liquor.

“I suppose offering you a haircut and a uniform would be a waste of time,” he said stiffly.

Danielle said nothing.

“Look. I lived in London during the Pansy craze of the thirties. I come from the lower deck and I’ve seen plenty of your kind both in London and in my travels overseas,” the Lieutenant went on.

“In Asia and the subcontinent your kind are tolerated; even admired and allowed to coexist in their society, but in Blighty you’ll be a pariah,” he sipped his rum.

“You’re a fairy and you’ll likely get called a lot worse. If I were you I’d go back to being a bloke, even if it’s just long enough for you to get out of the Airforce, then you can do what you bloody well like,” the old sea dog growled.

When Danielle refused he had her removed from his cabin and she spent the rest of the short voyage to Dover on the sweep deck. A kindly sailor bought her a mug of sweet tea.

Dockside she was met two MPs who directed Corporal Collingwood to change out the women’s clothing he was wearing and put on a uniform.

When she refused they were miffed; they’d never had to handle a situation like this before.

“Well fuck it! No skin off my nose if you want to turn up to the RAF base dressed like a tart,” the first MP seemed resigned.

“I’m not carting some bloke dressed as a woman across fucking England. If he won’t put on a uniform I’ll knock him unconscious and put it on him,” the second burly MP looked menacingly at Danielle.

“So you would have one of the few British prisoners of war ever to escape Germany and make it home turn up with a black eye and broken nose inflicted by the British Army would you? Because I’m going to fight you tooth and claw if you try,” Danielle replied.

“For fuck sake, she looks like a woman, she talks like a woman, she smells like a woman, she walks like a woman; you would think she was a woman if someone hadn’t told you otherwise. Why bother; let’s just get her err him to the debriefing and have done with it,” the MP said resignedly.

And that was how it was to be. The RAF intelligence unit wanted to debrief Corporal Daniel Collingwood and find out as much could about his escape and to gain valuable intelligence but Danielle refused to acquiesce to the order to give up her feminine persona. They threatened her, they cajoled her, and they told her they would use force if necessary but she still refused.

The RAF hierarchy was in a bind; they needed to keep Corporal Collingwood’s escape a secret so that the Germans wouldn’t get wind of the brilliant deception that Danielle had pulled off. They were not advocating that all the POWs dress as women to escape but the backstory and the route that she took could be used for more escape attempts.

They would somehow get world back to the Escape Committee in Stalag Luft Oberursel that Danielle had made it safely to England and of Flight Lieutenant Steven Boyd’s demise and his sacrifice. But they didn’t know what to do with Collingwood. They could hardly parade a pansy in front of the crowds could they?

After holding Danielle in solitary confinement at a secret RAF base near Dover they decided to release her on condition that she never tell anyone about her escape and her service in the RAF.

“If you think you can live the rest of your life as a fairy or a pansy or whatever you are; well bloody well have at it but leave the Royal Air Force out of it! Not a bloody word or I’ll lock you up myself. Do you understand Collingwood?” the Air Commodore said vehemently to her.

“Your parents have not been told of your escape and I fully expect that they will be delighted to know you’re alive but disgusted by your appearance. Here sign this!” the Air Commodore held out a document for Danielle to sign swearing her to secrecy for the rest of her life under pain of imprisonment.

Danielle held out her Vichy French identity card.

“I want this traded for a British passport in the name of Danielle Bouvier,” Danielle said through tight lips.

“I will not be bloody blackmailed!” the Air Commodore roared so loudly that the guard outside the hut cringed.

Danielle's mother was shocked when they met in a small teahouse in London; Danielle had forewarned her mother about her transition but her mother didn’t see any of Danny Collingwood in the woman who sat across from her.

“I can’t believe it’s you Danny,” her mother hugged Danielle and wept.

Danielle explained how she had made her escape and her transition from frail young man to elegant young woman. How she felt that she belonged in the world as a woman and could never again be a man. She told her mother nothing of her sexual exploits.

Her mother wept even more.

“I’ll never understand Danny; I never will, but at least you’re still alive,” she held Danielle's hand across the table.

“I can’t tell your father; he’d rather think you died in the war than this,” she waved her hand at Daneille’s presence.

Danielle squeezed her mother’s hand and looked her knowingly in the eyes. She produced a letter from her purse. The content of the letter from the RAF informed Mr and Mrs Collingwood that their son had gone missing after escaping from a German POW camp. His whereabouts were unknown but he was presumed dead.

Danielle's mother read it and nodded slowly.

“Probably for the best,” she said pragmatically putting the letter into her handbag.

“I don’t know how you are going to support yourself living like that but this will help for now,” her mother handed over an envelope stuffed full of cash.

“I still want to see you Danny; I still love my child,” she started weeping again,

Danielle tried to settle in London. She rented a small flat in Soho but it was impossible to keep her secret; there was always someone who became suspicious and because of the war people were generally inquisitive and distrustful of strangers.

With the help of her mother Danielle was able to purchase a small cottage in the tiny fishing village of Beer in Devon. The town had a small population and was off the main roads with few visitors; she thought it perfect.

She knew that eventually she would be found out and one day a constable came calling and she invited him in. She showed him a letter discharging her from the Royal Air Force and her passport.

“Well I suppose there is no crime then is there?” the policeman sniffed and cycled away.

Danielle had developed casual acquaintances with the few people in town who tolerated her but she kept to herself in her little cottage, going out once a week to get her groceries and other essentials. Her mother set up a bank account in the name of Danielle Bouvier for Danielle to access, which meant a trip into Taunton every month or so. Her mother would join her there or visit her at the cottage.

Danielle craved company but she was too sacred to even think about how she might strike up a relationship. She decided that she would remain a celibate spinster at least until after the war.

Then one day two years after she had moved into the cottage she was working in the garden when she saw a man walking down the road towards her house. He was leaning heavily on a walking stick and making a hard go of it, he obviously had a disability or had been severely injured. She watched mesmerised as the man came to her front gate.

She fell to her knees and wept as Steven Boyd opened the gate and hobbled towards her.

He picked her up and held her in his arms and kissed her.

The End