Spring Awakening does not belong to me.
AN/ I kept the original names, because changing Melchior to Michel would have killed me, but most other things will be updated from the musical.
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Wendla Bergman stood in front of the large, glided mirror in the corner of her room, hands spread flat against its surface. She wore nothing but her simple white underwear and black stockings. A fast, angry song pulsed from the speakers on her desk. The volume was low enough that her mother in the next room wouldn't hear it. Wendla lifted her hands off the mirror, and moved them to her face. They slid down her cheeks and over her throat, fingers moving, exploring. She stopped at her collar bone, and let her hands rest there. After a moment, Wendla took a breath and hesitantly continued down her chest. She let her fingers trace circles around her breasts, and dipped over them quickly. Her hands pulled across her ribs, before moving to trace down her spine. How would this feel if he was doing it? Wendla let herself wonder, and paused her exploration. With a glance towards her clock she realized she needed to get ready for school.
Wendla grabbed her white shirt from the back of the chair, and buttoned it as quickly as she could. She pulled her skirt on next. Wendla had grown a few inches recently, so the skirt stopped at least an inch above the tops of her stockings, exposing the pale flesh of her thighs.
Wendla had started pinning back her hair when her mother knocked on her door. Without waiting for an invitation, Mrs. Bergman walked in, smiling wide.
"Ina's had her child!"
Wendla turned away from the mirror and faced her mother. "Oh, Mama, that's wonderful. Is it a boy or girl?"
"A girl. Aren't you excited to be an aunt?" Wendla hadn't seen her mother light up like this in quite awhile.
"I was already an aunt, twice over. " Wendla pointed out. Her voice was vacant of criticism, she was merely speaking the truth.
"Yes, well." Mrs. Bergman's smile wavered for a moment, before coming back full force."You can visit her after school, if you'd like."
"I'd love to Mama." She said, truthfully.
Mrs. Bergman smiled at her child's enthusiasm, but that smile quickly dissipated when she saw Wendla's skirt."Are you wearing that?"
"Yes." Wendla answered, confusion clear on her face. "It's my uniform, mother."
"Hasn't it gotten a little short?" She didn't like the way Wendla's thighs were revealed, and she certainly didn't like the looks her daughter was sure to get because of it.
"No." When she saw the look on her mother's face Wendla quickly added, "Well, at least, I don't think so."
"We'll order you a new one come winter." Mrs. Bergman said, ending the discussion. She turned to leave the room.
"Mama, can I ask you something?" Wendla felt bold today. Maybe it was the skirt. She wouldn't have dared ask her mother even a week ago.
"Yes?"
"You know that health class I had to take last year, the one people got upset about?" Wendla nearly tripped over her words, she rushed them out so fast.
"You mean the class about reproduction?" Mrs. Bergman spat out the final word, as if it disgusted her.
"Well, they really didn't tell us anything about..." She drifted off, trusting her mother to catch her meaning. "All they talked about was waiting until marriage and diseases you got if you didn't."
"That's a relief. " She sighed."You don't need to know about those kinds of things. You're fourteen."
"Almost fifteen." Wendla interjected.
"Still a child." Wendla's mother said, almost wistfully. She sat down in Wendla's chair. "I remember when I used to read to you here. You'd lie your head in my lap, and fall asleep."
"Mother, please. It can't be that nasty if everyone's always so excited about it."
"I don't have time for this-" She tried to rise, but Wendla threw herself on her mother's lap.
"Mama." Wendla knew she was whining, but she didn't see any other way of getting her mother to tell her. Suddenly, an idea formed. "I guess that's fine. You don't have to tell me." Wendla stood up." I'm sure one of the boys at school would be happy to let me know."
Mrs. Bergman's eyes widened in horror. "Alright, I'll tell you everything." She sounded defeated, and Wendla moved in closer to her mother, and looked up at her expectantly. Her mother sighed, and seemed ready to tell Wendla, but when she opened her mouth it was only to say "Later. I'll tell you later. Now put on your coat child, you'll be late to school."
Wendla looked at the clock on her dresser. "I have an hour."
Sensing her mother's apprehension she added "You don't even have to look at me when you tell it. Please. "
"Okay." Mrs. Bergman finally said voice full of exasperation. Wendla knelt next to her mother, and rested her head on Mrs. Bergman's lap.
Mrs. Bergman took a shaky breath."When a man and a woman are…are wed...And they love each other with their whole- whole hearts. The woman becomes… with child. And that's it."
"All of it?" Wendla questioned.
Her mother's answer was quick."Yes. All of it." Her tone was so certain, Wendla could hardly doubt her. But still, something seemed off. That was the big secret?
"Mama?"
"I swear it. Now hurry child, you'll be late." She rose, and this time Wendla let her without protest.
When her mother left the room, Wendla walked to her desk and turned up her stereo as loud as it would go.