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I wanna Zebra Just some funny idea I came up and carried around in my head for a while - after a holiday trip to the beautiful country of Namibia. Jeff likes zebras and so does his mom. So no wonder he tries to surprise her with one. But guess who is surprised the most... ************************************************************************* 'This must have been the best day ever!' Jeff thought. Jeff's 14th birthday and he had spent it with his mom at the city's zoo. His mom was so cool! Since it was a Friday and a school day, she had secretly called him in sick, then pretended to have forgotten his birthday at all. She woke him as any other day, seemed stressed to get him going and not late for school. She just dropped the corn flakes, milk and a bowl in front of him and left, before he could hint his special day, to her bedroom to finish dressing and make-up. He was devastated. Never before had his mom forgotten his birthday! He couldn't even remember a day she was not her cherish self. 'Start the day with a smile and a little dance! Then the day will be much brighter to you and the world smiles back!' she used to say. Then she would tune to an oldies station and wait for a merry song to dance to. She would turn up the volume, grab his hand and drag him off his chair to the middle of the kitchen. Then they would jump and hop rather silly and laughing or shouting with the radio top of their lungs. This lasted until they were out of breath or the song finished. Since his mom was still that young - much younger than his buddies' moms - they made it through the song more often than not. This seemed to blow all worries and 'sleep's hangover' away. They were huffing and smiling and hugging each other and ready to take on the day. Not so today. He sat there on his own. No radio. No mom. Just those flakes he liked the least. Sure, his mom had been rather busy all week, spending long ours in the office. So he had prepared their dinner all week, had cleaned the dishes and the kitchen, while his mom soaked in a bubble bath. He had prepared it while she was taking off her heels and bra to relax some sores and dress more casual and comfy at home. He loved to thank her this way and do these chores. Life wasn't easy for his mom. She must have become pregnant when she was around his age or not much older. Her parents obviously turned their backs on her when they found out. He didn't know who his father was, but he must have left her alone on her own too. Thus she was living in a home for single moms until he was three. By that time she had finished school, although working as a waitress part-time. So they could move to a one- room-flat. He could not imagine how she managed to deal with her 'little bundle of joy' (as she called him) while working as a waitress and attending evening classes to become a secretary. Two years later they moved into a small house which she kept neat and tidy. Still he felt loved and taken care of all the time. Not today. She thanked him for what he had done all week, but beside that mostly ignored him. Surely, deep down he knew she loved him dearly, but he felt betrayed nevertheless. There must have been really big trouble at work when she was this stressed to forget his birthday! So he decided not to pile on top and had kept quite about her forgetting it. They didn't speak when they went to their car. His head hanging low and his backpack slumped over his right shoulder. He had to open the door a second time because his first attempt to close it had been too powerless to close it all the way. His mom tried to not look at him and bit her lip while her heart reached out for him. It hurt her so much seeing him like this but she had to keep the appearance up. Luckily, he was so sad he never noticed when she left the route to school turning left instead of right and then taking much more time than usually. When she turned off the engine he grabbed his bag and the lever of his door, mumbled a sad, "Bye mom. See you la..." over his shoulder before he saw the big sculpture of a lion roaring at him. Confused he looked back at his mom, when she shouted, "Ta-da!" He saw her grinning and smiling from ear to ear like the proverbial Cheshire cat. "Happy birthday, Jeff!" she cheered. "Got you! You thought I would forget your birthday!?!?" "But mom...? How...? What..?" was all he could manage to stutter. "... and what about school?" His mom smile even more (if that was possible at all) and winking at him replied, "Oh, why, you are excused because you are ill! Heavy fever and a bad stomach!" Had he been a toon his eyes would have popped out of his head showing question marks. Nevertheless his jaw dropped disbelievingly and would have made some toons proud. His mom giggled like a school girl before sobering up and mimicking a strict school nurse: "Yes, a heavy case of birthday fever and stomach aching badly ... for birthday cake!" With that she erupted in fits of laughter again. Slowly Jeff came around his confusion, reached over and hugged his mom. "THANK YOU! YOU ARE THE BEST MOM EVER!" "Oh, you are welcome! ... And you are the best son any mom could ever want! All you did last week! You didn't know I was working overtime to take off time in lieu today. Still you supported me without complain and even saw to it that I could relax and not had to worry about our home or your homework. You even went to bed without being asked and did the washing. BEST SON EVER!" while still smiling tears now choked her voice a bit. Jeff still hugging her had some tears in his eyes himself. At least they were tears of joy for both of them. "Now let's park the car correctly and head for the fun I have planned for both of us!" While she drove away from the main gate to find a parking spot, both tried secretly to find some of their composure back. Their cheeks still a bit wet but beside that all smiles they almost ran back to the entrance. *** The day went on as happy and as perfect as possible. They had a big piece of the most colorful and sweetest cake they could find in the cafeteria inside the zoo overlooking the chimpanzees' and gorillas' refuge. Then they took their time to watch every animal on display and run around to see so many feedings as possible. They had a large cone of ice cream while watching the penguins, seals and polar bears and finally they sat down to eat a big portion pink cotton candy and to gulp down some lemonade at the lookout next to the 'African savanna.' There they could see their favorite animal - the zebra. The zoo had three types of zebras. One with a few wide stripes and one with many narrow stripes and one with white bellies and stripe not as narrow or as wide as the others. While Jeff liked the ones with the reddish-brown and white stripes, his mom liked the rather black and white ones with the narrow stripes, but both simply loved the young ones - no matter which pattern. They were just too cute when they stood there a bit shakingly and then hopping and frolicking around like stung by bees or like released after being chained for months. But you could easily see they simply had unfettered fun. So had Jeff and his mom - until the zoo closed much too early for their liking. On the way home Jeff and his mom bubbled happily about everything they had seen today and especially about the zebras. At home his mom sent him to his room. "You have done so much this week for me and today is your birthday. So phhhht phhht - have fun and don't come down until your birthday dinner is ready! It will take a while since I could hardly prepare it throughout this week..." She smiled, pecked him on the cheek and slapped him playfully on his derri?re to send him on his way. He went into his room and thought, 'This must have been the best day ever!' He looked around for something to do but was much too euphoric to decide on anything with action. Then a poster caught his eye. It pictured a zebra running wild over red sand underneath a blue sky. Only few seconds later an idea popped up in his mind. Hurriedly he jumped off his bed and climbed up the stairs into the attic. There he found what he was looking for - some brushes and an easel. There was even a medium-sized canvas, left over from the last time he had to draw an oil painting in art class. 'Yes, just the right size to draw a zebra for mom. She could put it next to her desk at work and think of all the fun she gave me today when she is feeling blue and down.' 'Now where are my colors?' he asked himself while looking through the boxes stored in the back. Finally, it dawned on him where they might hide. When his mom and he had re-arranged the stuff in the attic to put away the Easter decoration he thought the colors should best be stored in the same old wooden cabinet as the decoration. He walked over to the closet, opened the door and pulled out the wooden cigar box he kept the tubes in. Too late he noticed the stack of teen magazines propped against it. Just when they tumbled down and out of the closet. When he had turned to pick them up something pink caught his eye. Underneath the bundle of teen magazines a Barbie pink CD tape radio recorder had been hidden from view but was now in plain sight after the teen magazines failed to protect one's eyes from the eye-cancer endangering pink any longer. At least this was Jeff's best guess of this color. Thinking of himself as a real tough trooper he picked up the little girls dream and put it next to the easel. After he had set up his art equipment he took another look at the pink radio player. He plugged it into the next socket and heard a disc spin in its starting position before the motor stopped and a small red LED displayed a blinking 10. Jeff pressed shuffle and heard the CD start spinning again. The number switched to 6 and Mama from the Spice Girls started to play. First he was a bit taken aback by the first lines but when he heard "Mama, I love you, Mama, I care Mama, I love you, Mama, my friend You're my friend" he thought it just fitting for his project and let it play. He made good progress while listening to the next songs. The contour of the zebra and especially the posture had worked out just fine and made him proud. He was about to start with the stripes when the next song came on. 'Wannabe' began to fill the small room. That was a song he knew well and he had turned up the volume and started to sing along. When the chorus was due he shouted together with the Spice Girls: "I'll tell you what I want What I really, really want So tell me what you want What you really, really want I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna really, really, really Wanna zigazig ah" Jeff stopped painting, dropped the brush onto the table and started jumping and dancing. The next time the Spice Girls sang the refrain he looked at his painting and shouted: "I'll tell you what I want What I really, really want So tell me what you want What you really, really want I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna really, really, really I wanna Ze-braaaa" He laughed to himself and was about to start painting again when suddenly the CD player stopped playing and pink smoke rose from its speakers. It took him a few seconds to gather what was happening. Meanwhile Jeff was enclosed in the pink mist. He recalled a few things from the last emergency training in school. First disconnect the electronic device from power, if it is safe to do so. Then call the fire department. The biggest danger is to suffocate. He unplugged the player but couldn't see any fire. Nevertheless he pulled a heavy cloth over the player before opening the window to let the smoke out and fresh air in. Subconsciously he knew not to do this because it could feed the fire but since there was no fire it would probably be okay. He wondered about the player burning or not since the smoke didn't smell like burnt plastic. He knelt down in front of the player and slowly and carefully lifted the cloth a bit. 'No smoke and no fire,' he remarked. It even smelt clean. He pulled the cover off all the way of the pink piece and was astounded to find it undamaged. Before he could look any further he began to shiver from a cold breeze. Jeff touched his leg and came in contact with his bare skin. His mind tried to make sense of this while he jumped to his feet and looked in the mirror at the closet's door. Although he had been completely dressed moments before he now stared at the reflection of his naked body. 'Why am I naked? Wait - not really naked...' Jeff's even more confused mind reported. He was naked, beside his chest - which was covered. 'In a bra? ... Why is there a bra? ... I have never worn a bra before... Where did it came from? ... Is is just the reflection?' Thoughts seem to go back and forth in his mind at 100 miles an hour. Already almost sure what he would discover he looked down and really there was a bra. The empty cups stuck out from his boyish chest. Jeff could still easily see his small pectoral muscles and tiny boy nipples within the hollows. 'There isn't enough to fill even an AAA cup.' He chuckled nervously when he recalled a line his mom had used once when they had gone shopping together and they saw a small girl stomping her feet to get her mommy to buy her a training-bra because all the other girls had one. 'An A cup? Wait... A cup... A bra... C bra... C cup... C bra... ZE- BRA!!!!' His thoughts were overtaking each other. "Oh no! ZEBRA!" he shouted as it dawned Jeff. That's when he not only felt the bra but also a tingling sensation emitting from his chest. He looked down again and before his disbelieving eyes the cups started to fill with womanly flesh. The tingling spread from his nipples as they grew to the size of a quarter while the nipples themselves became twice as long. After that the nipples started to puff out and growing breasts shoved the nipples forward - away from his pectoral muscles which soon became invisible under the expanding tissue. Jeff was too stunned to move or even blink an eye. He just watched as the nipples reached the cups of the bra and a small electric jolt rush through his body to report contact with the soft material. A moan escaped his lips and brought him out of his reverie. He looked back into the mirror. There he saw a boy with bra and boobs. His mind couldn't connect the image with himself. The image projected looked familiar - if not even like him, but with bra and breasts. It just didn't match his self-image. Slowly he rose a hand to the bra. The strange boy in the mirror did the same. Jeff's hand made contact with his(?) bra and his(?) right breast and his hand reported the same he saw in the mirror, too. A warm feeling washed over his body and an exotic feeling of soft cloth and even softer flesh underneath left his hand resting there longer and longer. The boy in the mirror had a strange smile playing around his lips. 'A boy in a C bra! ZEBRA!' "But I meant the big one... with stripes!" Jeff whined. Before Jeff knew what was happening to him, the bra spotted black and white zebra stripes and seemed to grow a bit. Had Jeff had more experience with undies of the fairer sex he would have know he now wore a push-up bra which made it look as if he had gained a cup size or two. But as it was Jeff just saw even more flesh spilling out of the seemingly bigger cups. Shocked anew he grabbed his breasts with both hands this time. The unfamiliar, but not unpleasant sensation brought his little buddy alive. He and this bra boy had now a raging hard-on. 'Maybe if I wish for it...' Jeff guessed while he looked at the pointing penis. "I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna really, really, really Wanna be boy again" he sang as best as he could. With tender hopes and a silent prayer Jeff slowly opened his eyes he had unconsciously closed while singing. But his nerves and the mirror confirmed, he hadn't changed a bit. Still the breasts and the bra tugged at his chest. He cupped the mounds and cried out, "But I don't want to be a boy with breasts!" A second later the hard-on he had just looked at in the mirror began to shrink, then to turn downwards and retreat into folds he had not seen on himself before. His balls and their little bag were nowhere to be seen. Same applied to the few hairs he had just began to grow on his legs and upper-lip. Instead the hairs on top of his head were now really visible. They had been just inch-long moments ago but now tickled his shoulders. Despite they were curled now. As he sucked in his breath he looked at his belly. It hadn't changed much but the waist was much slimmer now and thus his hips stuck out. Or had they widened? He couldn't stand it any longer. He rushed down the stairs and into the safety of his room - or was it her room now. Jeff stopped at the door and almost fainted. His room - ehm her room was now very girlish. There were posters of animals and boy-bands at the now pastel-colored walls. Next to her desk was an old vanity table with mirror and bits of cheap jewelery now. On her bed with the sheets spotting a flowery design now laid a matching set of panties, a pleated skirt and a red blouse. Sick of being almost naked Jeff slipped on her panties and the blouse. She struggled with the blouse a bit because the buttons were on the wrong side. Finally Jeff shrugged her shoulders and stepped into the skirt. She pulled it up her slender legs and turned it this way and that until it seemed to fit. Strangely the zipper was in the back then. Jeff shrugged again and turned to look into the vanity mirror. She looked cute. She hadn't noticed it before, but now her nose was such a cute little upturned nose she had always liked to see on girls in her school. Her brows were thinner and arched and her lashes longer now. Her lips had a rosy shine and seemed fuller. Jeff was a girl he would have liked to know better. "MOM! Can you come to my room, please!" Jeff shouted downstairs. 'Wow, even my voice is that of a cute girl now!' Jeff thought. A few moments later her mom came around the corner. "Jeff, I can't stay long! What is the... Oh my..." She trailed off and looked a few minutes at her daughter. "I will be back in a few seconds..." And she ran from the room. "MOOOM!" shouted Jeff. "Don't worry, I will be right back! I just have to switch off the stove..." came the reply from the kitchen. Jeff's mom came back and dropped onto Jeff's bed. "Wow! Jeff?" Jeff nodded. "Wow, you look... wow? What happened?" Before Jeff could think of a response, she continued, "Sorry, I know what happened, but I mean why ... ehm how... ehm... What did you ask for?" "You know about the CD player?" Jeff was almost speechless. "Of course! That is how I became your mom... I just never thought it would happen to you, too. It stopped working after my 3 'wishes' and I just kept it for sentimental reasons..." She trailed off again. "You wished to be my mom?" Jeff was even more confused now. "No, not really! It was an accident! ... So what did you wish for?" she asked again. "A zebra! ... But then I got a C-bra and breasts! I didn't even WISH a zebra... I was just singing along..." "And then?" Her mom suppressed to giggle. "Mo-om! I... I said I meant a zebra - a bigger one with stripes," Jeff confessed. Her mom glanced down Jeff's blouse and stifled a laugh before continuing, "I see... bigger with stripes! Wasn't C not enough for you?..." Jeff shoot a hurt look at his mom. "Oh sorry, I didn't mean it like that! I am not trying to make fun of you... It's just, how did you become a girl then?" "I tried to wish me back into a boy, but it didn't work. That's when I shouted I didn't want to be a boy with breasts!" Jeff let her cute little head hang, waiting for her mom to burst out laughing. Instead she found herself drawn into a soothing embrace. Her mom pulled her head against her bosom and began stroking her hair gently. Jeff felt herself going rigid shortly before relaxing and enjoying the closeness. It reminded her of the times when she was a little boy and her mom rocked her gently to right the wrongs in her small child's world. A hurt knee. A teasing. A bad dream. It had never failed. He had felt secure and protected, understood and loved. Everything was okay then. And somehow it was okay now too. She felt secure and protected, understood and loved. Everything would be okay. "Everything will be okay," her mom soothed her while stroking her head and back with soft slow motions. "You see, I came over the initial shock and survived, too. And I was on my own - alone and separated from my former life. Pregnant. With no idea what that meant and what my future could be. But you are not alone! You got me and we will find a way. Everything will be fine!" Jeff looked up, searching for her moms eyes and the spark of hope she was feeling. "But I am a girl. What with my friends and my life and ..." "I know what you are feeling! I had to overcome the same feelings you have now and I never thought I would be a mom someday..." "But you were a girl ... wait ... you were a boy, too?" Jeff sat up suddenly, when her mom's words sank in. "But how?" "Hmm, where to start? Yes, I was a boy. Timmy. ... Oh this seems so long ago, like another life - well, I guess, it really is another life. So my name was Timmy and I was 15 and a boy. I had a little sister - Tara. She was seven. She was a big fan of the Spice Girls. Her room was pink and full of Spice Girls posters, dolls and everything. One day I went to her room to collect some laundry like my mom told me to. I saw her CD player and pressed start to have some music. Of course, it played a Spice Girls CD and Wannabe was its first track. I had heard it so often due to Tara playing it all day that I started to sing along. But I never understood what they were singing - 'zigazig-ah' isn't even a word. So I always fiddled around with it. That day I sang zebra, like you, and ended with a C-bra, like you. Sorry, that's why I was snickering before. And maybe because it reminded me of what happened then. "I was standing naked in my baby sister's little girls fantasy room wearing a pink bra, growing breasts and sporting a raging boner from watching myself in Tara's Little Princess mirror. It was so frightening, but crazy, mind-numbing and bizarre at the same time... I almost lost it then and started laughing until I ran out of breath. Catching my breath and struggling to my feet I observed myself in the mirror again. I wondered 'Why am I naked?' and I must have said it out loud because in seconds I was dressed in a pink dress, white high-heeled sandals, nude pantyhose and wearing pink lipstick and dangling earrings with tiny pink hearts. Shocked I grabbed for my package but luckily it was still there between my legs - although seemingly pressed flat by some surprisingly thin and soft panties and the pantyhose. "So now there I was - a boy with breasts, in woman's clothing in my sister's room. Right then I heard someone unlocking and opening the front door. I whispered, 'MOM!' and then it occurred to me that I surely looked like a pervert or a sissy or a cross-dresser or whatever. Anyway I couldn't let my mom or my sister see me like this. What would they think of their son/brother? In panic I looked around the room. Nowhere to hide! But then I spotted the CD player. This must have caused the transformation. "I snatched it and dashed for the door. Or at least I tried to. I almost strained my ankle. Damned high-heels. There wasn't enough time to take them off or I might be discovered. So I tiptoed as best as I could and it seemed to do the job. It was by far not as noisy as the heels clicking over the hardwood floor. Luckily the stairs were covered by a rug which silenced my steps further. So I made it out the back-door while my mom were probably still undressing Tara in the hallway. "I dashed across the lawn into the bushes behind our house as best as I could still wobbling unsteadily. I thought it was due to the unfamiliar shoes but when I was out of sight from our house and looked down at them my view was blocked by my belly. Somehow my belly had grown to the size of a basketball during my escape. I laughed nervously. 'And now above all I look like pregnant, too.' "That's when it dawned on me that I might have turned myself pregnant when I muttered 'Mom.' In total shock I stumbled through the spinney until I came to a bench. I broke down there and tried to think about my situation. I couldn't go home. Nobody would believe I was a 15 year old boy turned into a pregnant woman. Who would believe a CD player or a Spice Girls CD or whatever could do this to me? 'The CD player!' I started the CD again and tried to find a rhyme to change me back. But nothing worked. It started to get dark and I was a woman and alone in the woods. I shivered and made my way back to the city. I wandered around the streets aimlessly and tried to figure out what to do next. I was homeless. Would I become another pregnant street-kid doing drugs and stuff to survive and die young as I had seen on TV? Just then I saw a sign. 'Shelter for women - victims of domestic violence.' Drawn to it like a moth to a flame I walked up the stairs and went inside. I looked around to find someone to talk to but caught a glimpse of me in a big wall-mounted mirror instead. I was still a teenager. A teenage girl and pregnant, but not a woman. I was a bit dirty from the bushes, but beautiful. My face had a shine and looked much more feminine than before. My hair was long and wavy, although there were bits of leaves tangled in it and it was a bit wet from my sweat. But still I was beautiful and stunned by it. I heard a noise behind me and there was an elderly woman. You know her. You called her Granny Buttercup or more like ganny wuddacub..." Jeff's mom giggled and smiled remembering the sweet little boy scrounging a muffin or chocolate cookie from the sweet old lady. Jeff smiled as well. He saw this round woman with the gray curly hair smiling and winking at him and pass him some sweets before playfully nabbing him to tousle his hair. Her mom carried on gently stroking her head. Jeff had positioned her head in her mom's lap while listening to the story. "So that's how I met Granny Buttercup. I had to tell her something. So I made up some story about being thrown out of the house by my parents when they found out I was pregnant. I assumed I couldn't give them my family's name. Otherwise they might blame my parents of child abuse or something. And even if they wouldn't accuse my parents and just went to talk to them, my parent would never recognize me and confirm me as their daughter not to say son. Of course, I couldn't name a boyfriend or my child's father either. So I said my name was Timea. That was the name of an Hungarian girl in my class with whom I had often laughed at our names being that close. I think it means something like joy. Anyway, Granny Buttercup took me in and gave me a room. You know the rest." Jeff sat up. "But what was with your parents? Didn't you try to tell them?" "Yeah more or less. I went back one day intented to convince them, but then I discovered they were at my - I mean Timmy's funeral. Somehow the police had found the body of a boy my age and everybody was convinced it was Timmy's body. My mom was so heartbroken and sad I couldn't bring myself to tell them in truth this woman was their little boy. So I pretended to be Timea from Timmy's class there to express my condolence and left rather soon. Somehow this must have shocked me a lot - more than anything before - and I went in labor shortly after. "That was the day you were born. When the nurse laid you on my chest 10 hours later and I saw your cute face and tiny hands and all I was so happy and content I have never wanted to go back again or to being a boy. I only wanted to be there for you, spoil you, hold you, protect you and give you all the love I could. Never before I imagined to have a child let alone give birth to a child myself and then this miracle happened and I was a woman in my heart and soul, too." Jeff's mom went silent and looked down at her once-son/now-daughter with the same love she had discovered those 14 years ago. "Jeff, are you okay?" "Hmm? Hmm, I guess, mom..." "So Jeff, how about dinner and some birthday cake? You have to blow out a lot of candles today! Maybe you will get another wish fulfilled?!" "Okay, mom. But I think I have made too many wishes already today. Currently I don't trust my choice of words." "Okay, Jeff, so let's go downstairs." "Ehm, mom? I think Jeff is not fitting anymore. Would you mind calling me ... ehm ... Jess or Jessie instead?" "No, not at all. I like them. In fact, if you had been a girl, I would have named you Jessie." "So Jessie it is!" With that mother and daughter hugged before bouncing laughing down the stairs towards the kitchen. On entering Jessie turned around and asked with a grin, "So you really sang 'I wanna zebra,' too?" Timea answered mischievously, "Yes! And a C-bra I got ... and so did you!"