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Mommy
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is set in the same world as my "At the Beach"
stories only without the "Morality Tale" tag or the need to visit a
certain gift shop for the transformational fun to begin. That is a good
thing since the "Morality Tale" label has certainly come back to haunt me.
I was raked over the coals by one reviewer for being too easy on the
characters while another pilloried me for being too harsh. You sure can't
please everyone. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one. One thing you should
know, this story contains the theme of un-birth, not the horror variety
where someone is obliterated or consumed but a much kinder and gentler
version. I did add the "Sweet / Sentimental" label on it for a reason.
Don't be fooled by the first part. If you are diabetic, you might want to
keep some insulin handy.
"Yo, Evan," said Derek. "I parked the car down the block like you said.
You finally gonna tell me what the hell we doin way out here in this shit
hole, tourist trap town?"
I turned to my muscular friend and said, "We got a job."
"Figured that, but in the middle of the fuckin day?" He crossed his arms
and didn't look convinced.
I looked around the alley that ran through this quiet residential
neighborhood. "Ain't no one around. We get in and out and stroll back to
the car like nothin happened. Easy."
"Why now?"
"Because the owner's workin. Got some gift shop down at the beach."
"Tina's Gifts?"
"Yeah."
"Been there. Nothin but cheap shit. " He glanced over the fence at the
back of a little white house sitting the middle of a large tree-filled lot
that resembled a mini forest. "Looks like the kinda place a tree hugger
would live in. Don't look like we gonna find nothing but a buncha
handmade, artsy shit."
"I got it on good authority that she got a fuckin fortune stashed away."
He looked dubious as he took another quick glance at the house. "Don't
know, man. That gift shop don't look like digs a rich chick would run.
Besides, if she really that loaded, this dive is liable to be wired all
the way."
"It'll be quick," I said. "Pretty sure I know where to look. We grab and
we outta here faster than five-o can blink. Slick as snot"
He frowned and scratched his dark, bald head. "If it's just a fuckin smash
and dash, whaddo ya need me for?"
"Come on, man, we the two amigos."
He looked unconvinced.
"Okay, my car's shit and I can use your musclebound black ass. You got
skills if it really is tough to crack."
He grinned. "That's the Evan Rivers, I know." Derek was three inches
shorter than me but outweighed me by fifty pounds. His muscles looked like
they were about to pop his T-shirt at the seams. I'd survived more than
one disagreement because he had my back. The only reason he hung out with
a scrawny white boy like me was because of my gift for finding the money
jobs.
I grinned. "It'll be great. We hit the place, book and jet back town and
see a fence, then get us some prime yeyo, some smokin hot freaks, and
party till dawn."
His grin widened. "I'm likin the sound of that."
"Great. Got your tools?"
He drew out a small pry-bar from its hiding place in his pants. I had no
idea how that wasn't fucking uncomfortable.
We were about to hop the fence when we noticed a hand-painted sign nailed
to it. I don't know why we hadn't seen it before. It said:
NO TRESPASSING
Underneath that, in smaller text, were the words:
VIOLATORS WILL BE TRANSMOGRIFIED
Derek frowned. "Trans-what-ified? What the fuck's that supposeta mean?"
"Got no fuckin idea," I said. "Probably involves lawyers and shit. Don't
matter. They have to catch us first."
We jumped the fence and headed through the trees.
The brush was a lot thicker than it had looked from the other side of the
fence and we lost sight of the house. The tangle seemed to grab at us as
we pushed through. When we finally broke out of it, we were on a sidewalk
on the main drag of the town facing a line of shops and restaurants across
the street from us.
I felt a chill go down my back as I looked around and glanced behind us at
a tree-filled park. A nearby sign said:
PACIFIC PARK
"Pacific Park?" I said. "That's fuckin blocks away. This ain't fuckin
possible."
We stood dumbfounded, trying to make sense of it. Then Derek said, "You
suppose that's what trans-whatever means?"
"What? You think that skunk bitch can magically pop people around?" I was
getting mad now. "That's bullshit! She musta fucked us up good with some
gas or something. We probably walked here and don't even fuckin remember.
Well, she ain't gonna fuck with me like that. We goin right back to that
fuckin gingerbread and doin that jack!"
"Don't know, man," he said. "That's some heavy shit. Maybe we oughta cut
our losses and book it now."
"Do what ya do," I said as I started down the sidewalk. "Go chill at that
fuckin beach if you like, but no one fuckin chases me away. I ain't fuckin
stupid. Whatever happened wasn't no bullshit magic."
Derek came up next to me and said, "There's all kinds of freaky shit out
here. I heard plenty."
"Yeah, sure," I said. "People talk. They fuckin mack you good whenever you
let them, but there ain't no such thing as magic."
Mommy scratched his bald head and said, "Ain't so sure as you, but we
still the two amigos, Eva, so we do it."
"Glad to hear it," I said. "Let's go finish the job." We continued back
the way we had presumably come.
As we crossed the street, Mommy started walking funny.
"What's the problem?" I said.
"Banana-hammock's really binding up," he said.
When we got to the other side, he stopped at the corner and glanced around
with a look of embarrassment, though no one was paying any attention to
us. His face seemed to be turning red under his brown skin while his pants
were bulging around his bum.
"You got a fuckin towel stuffed in there?" I asked.
"All I know," he said, "is it's fu... fudging tight." He opened the snap
and zipped down his fly, revealing a colorful floral pattern.
"Hot damn," I said with a snicker. "Never knew you had such interesting
underwear."
He seemed to have forgotten where we were because the next thing he did
was drop his pants.
"Sh... sh... shoot, man," I said, "what are you...?"
As his pants dropped to the sidewalk the floral patterned material
followed it down to just above his knees. As he stepped away from his
pants, I could see that he was wearing purple stiletto-heeled sandals on
dainty feet at the end of most gorgeous, feminine legs I had ever seen.
They were much paler than the rest of him. His toenails were red.
For a moment, I was speechless.
"Well, that feels better," he said. "I should grab my wallet." He reached
down and snatched the pants. As he lifted, a thin strap seemed to rise
from them as they instantly reshaped into a pale blue purse. "Wow," he
said. "Isn't that handy."
"Wow?" I said. "Is that all you can say? You're wearing a flowery skirt
and high-heeled shoes and you got bit... woman's legs, white woman's legs"
He looked down. "Yeah, I see what you mean. Guess I should be bummed about
this. It isn't just my legs, my dick's gone too. But this skirt is
gorgeous and I love these shoes."
"Holy shimmy, Mommy. Aren't you scared shiftless?"
A look of confused concentration came across his face and he said, "I'm
not sure. I suppose I should be alarmed." He gave me a sharp look. "I
guess this means magic is real after all, don't you think?"
All I could do was dumbly nod my head as I looked up at him. Wasn't I
supposed to be taller?
"I know this is going to sound crazy," he said, "but I've never felt
better. I guess it's the magic. I just can't seem to not enjoy this." He
pulled the strap of the purse over his shoulder. "I'll have to think about
it." He suddenly turned and proceeded down the sidewalk as if everything
was fine. None of the people we passed even seem to notice his odd half-
and-half appearance.
I ran to catch up and found it hard to stay even with him. Those shapely
legs, even with the high heels, were making long strides that were
difficult to match.
"Mommy," I said. "Could you please stop for a moment? You're walking too
fast."
He stopped and turned to me. He seemed even taller now. "Wassup?"
"This is freaking me out," I said. "I think we should find that hippie
chick and get her to fix this."
He sighed and said, "I suppose you're right. This is pretty weird." For a
moment his increasingly blue eyes looked troubled and then he brushed back
a strand of silky blond hair that was flowing past his shoulders. At that
moment his T-shirt rapidly shrunk away until it had morphed into a pearl
necklace, revealing a continuation of the floral dress all the way up to
thin spaghetti straps. I could see the muscles shrinking away from his
shoulders and arms until they were smooth and pale, matching his dainty
hands with their red, perfectly manicured nails.
My eyes grow wide. "You're turning into a woman!"
Mommy glanced down at himself, inspecting his lovely arms ringed with
several golden bangles. "Oh, I love these bracelets!" He put a hand to the
pearl necklace at the base of his elegant, swanlike neck. "And these
pearls are exquisite." His voice was getting higher and more feminine with
each word as his chest pushed out, forming considerable cleavage. Her face
was quickly shifting to match the rest of her.
"You are a woman, Mommy," I said.
She nodded and her lovely face broke into a bright smile as she chuckled.
"I guess I am." She was curvy with generous breasts though not at all
overweight.
"Thith really doethn't bother you, doeth it?" For some reason, I was
developing a lisp.
She looked thoughtful. "It really doesn't. I actually love myself this
way. It just feels normal and right." She looked down at her arms again.
"I always wondered what it would be like to be white but I was thinking of
a white man." Then she gave me a remorseful look. "The old me wasn't very
nice to women. I was awfully cruel to my girlfriends and I did... other
things."
"Aw Mommy," I said. "We're tho bad. The devil will get uth both for all
the thtuff we pulled."
"I know." She looked sad.
I wanted to comfort her but that's when I realized something that made me
forget everything else. "You altho got giant thized."
Her laugh seemed to sweep away her sadness and sounded so wonderful that
it was making me giddy. Then she bent forward, with one hand on a knee
while tweaking my chin with the other, and said. "I think I'm actually
smaller than before, but you've gotten fun-sized."
I glanced down at myself. "Good golly," I said, "I'm tho tiny!" Just then,
I noticed that my front teeth were missing, which explained the lisp.
"You're such a little sweetie," said Mommy, "and I love your dress."
I forced myself to keep looking up at Mommy and said, "We gotta go find
that hippie chick fatht tho she can thtop thith."
She smiled and held her arms out and said, "Oh, but can't I give you a hug
first?"
"No! We hafta try to get her to turn uth back before thith goeth too far."
It was hard to sound convincing with such a high, squeaky little voice.
When did it get like that?
"Just one hug? For Mommy?"
I realized how much I wanted to give in, so I forced my anger to push
back. "No, no!" I stamped my foot. At that moment, my front teeth
reappeared, giving me confidence that I could talk better now. "We hafta
make dat witchy lady fix us. Dun you undowstan? We dunno wha wiw happen if
dis go on. Mabbe we fowget who we wew. Den wha we do? Um scawed, Mommy!"
Her face crinkled up in an adoring look as she said, "But you look so cute
in that dress!"
I couldn't resist looking down. I was wearing a pretty pink dress with
lots of pretty unicorns and rainbows all over it. "Oh," I said. "It so
pwetty!" The matching pink shoes were very pretty. I had a pretty pink
bracelet on and my fingernails were pretty because they were pink. I just
knew that the pretty headband I had in my pretty hair was the prettiest
pink and it had a pretty pink flower on it. I just adore pink because it's
so pretty.
I looked back at Mommy, "Guess I undowstan hucum you like wewing yow
pwetty dwess so much." I could no longer stop myself from stepping into
Mommy's arms and hugging her as hard as I could while she squeezed me
back. I felt so happy and safe. Couldn't we stay like this? No! I could
not let the witch win!
When I stepped back from Mommy, I said, "Ca we go ta dat lady an get hew
ta fix us now?"
She stood up. "Okay sweetheart, I guess we should go talk to the woman. We
did try to rob her house." She didn't sound happy about that reference to
our criminal past. She took my hand, which was swallowed up in hers, and
we headed down the street.
As I walked, going as fast as I could to keep up with Mommy, I considered
our predicament. I was pretty sure that my mind hadn't shrunk all the way
down to little girl size, though something seemed different about my
thoughts. The greasy-haired criminal I had been before probably hadn't
loved pretty things as much as I did now. Had my name been Eva Swenson
before? Hadn't it been Evan something? What was Mommy's name? Oh yeah,
Deborah Swenson. Everyone called her Debbie. I could remember that much.
Keeping up with Mommy was getting harder and I had to stretch more to
reach her hand. This was exhausting. I finally said, "Mommy, pease stop.
Hawd ta walk fas! Um popped."
She glanced down at me with a look of surprise. "Oh dear. My poor baby!
You're so tiny! What was I thinking?"
She reached down and lifted me up. I wrapped my arms and legs around her
as her own arms enveloped and cradled me. I tried to hold onto my sense of
urgency but I couldn't. Her breasts were the softest pillows in the whole
world and a feeling of profound contentment overcame me. I was soothed by
the vibrations and gentle rocking of her steps as we continued down the
sidewalk.
Puffy padding was growing thicker and puffier between my legs and under my
bum and I knew it was a diaper. Shouldn't I be upset? Wasn't I supposed to
be a grown man who didn't need diapers? They were just felt so comfy.
Still, I should tell Mommy.
"Mu-mu," I said. "Aw wewinga dipo!"
"What was that sweetheart?" said Mommy.
This was frustratingly hard to talk clearly with so few teeth. "Awow
dibee!"
"Oh sweetie," said Mommy, "I don't know what you're trying to say but I
love listening to you. I think you're getting too young for talking. This
really is strange. I might be distressed if you weren't so cute and
cuddly. I just love you. Yes I do! I could just eat you up! I wuv you, my
wittow sweetie-pie."
"No, no!" She needed to understand. "Asaubee! Wuwgabodee! Di!" My arms and
legs wiggled as I strained to speak.
Mommy cooed and hugged me tighter.
I just couldn't seem to make words and all my teeth were gone. I was so
upset that I couldn't stop myself from crying and my diaper got warm.
"Oh, good gracious," said Mommy. "I don't know why, but I think I know
what you want. There's a lady's room in here."
I hardly heard her. I couldn't stop bawling and it was hard work. My whole
body shook as I wailed and my face scrunched up with my eyes so full of
tears I couldn't see. The frustration of it all was becoming too much to
bear. I was also getting hungry. How was I supposed to eat with no teeth?
Doors opened and closed. Mommy stopped and did something with the top of
her dress. Then, before I knew it, something soft was between my lips and
a squirt of heavenly liquid entered my mouth and passed down my throat to
fill up the emptiness inside. The warm goodness was irresistible and I
sucked vigorously.
"There," I heard Mommy's voice say, "that's better."
As I filled up, I was helpless to prevent my frustration from slipping
away into dreamy satisfaction.
"Oh dear," Mommy's voice broke through my doze. "You're wet."
The next thing I knew, I was lying on a flat surface. I could feel Mommy
unbuttoning the front of me and removing all my clothes including the
diaper. The surface I lay on felt cold and hard now. My legs kicked and my
arms waved about and I couldn't seem to control them. I tried to tell
Mommy but all that came out of my little mouth were baby noises. Mommy was
looking down on me. She was blurry and the glare of the lights hurt my
eyes. All I could do was close them and wail my protest as loud as my
little lungs would allow.
"Oh my," came Mommy's soothing voice. "You're so small."
She lifted me up and held me between her gigantic hands which easily
wrapped all the way around my middle as I continued to shriek with all my
might. My eyes were not tearing up anymore and I was close enough to catch
a clear glimpse of Mommy in the blinding brightness of the room. She had a
dreamy expression on her face. I felt chilly and exposed hanging there
with my arms flailing and my legs kicking while I wailed in protest of all
these indignities.
The tone of Mommy's voice sounded odd as she said, "Oh my. Oh dear. I
can't help it. I just need to... I've got to do this."
I felt myself being lowered and a curtain of material pass over me. The
brightness of the room lessened and I opened my eyes. I seemed to be
between Mommy's legs under her dress. Confusion filled me as she flipped
me upside down and lifted me up toward herself. What was going on? I
kicked a foot upward and felt it enter a soft fold of flesh. My whole body
was pulled up after it into warm wetness until I was fully enveloped.
Something attached itself to my belly and it felt wonderful.
Mommy's voice sounded slightly muffled yet very clear and close as it
said, "Oh... my... goodness. Oh yessss."
I was still upside down but I didn't care. I was snugly curled up inside a
cozy place that wasn't painfully bright or cold but was just right. I was
immersed in warm water and a ropey thing came out of my bellybutton.
I suddenly realized that and I wasn't breathing and I thrashed for a
moment and then went still. I didn't need to breathe. I could hear a
steady thumping and whooshing sound above me which was oddly comforting. I
stuck my thumb in my mouth and sucked it, which was also comforting.
I felt Mommy walking again and that's when it hit me. I was inside her.
Inside Mommy, safely enfolded in her womb. The thumping and whooshing was
Mommy's heartbeat and breathing. When I opened my eyes, it wasn't
completely dark but there wasn't much to see. The dim twilight was just
what I wanted so I didn't care about the view.
I heard the clacking of Mommy's shoes on the sidewalk and felt the
vibration of every step she took. The sensation of being carried along
with Mommy felt good and right. I didn't feel trapped because I was just
where I belonged, where I needed and wanted to be. I was in Mommy, a part
of her. Deep down, I knew this was an impossible predicament and I should
be terrified but, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get past the all-
embracing sense of well-being. I was completely helpless. I couldn't even
cry since I had no air in my lungs. I felt too safe and content to want to
cry and I didn't care at all that I couldn't utter a sound.
Mommy turned right and walked for a while and then turned left and walked
more. I sensed it when she patted her belly and mumbled, "This is so odd.
You're not even born and I love you sooo much." She didn't need to say it.
I could feel Mommy's love all around me, infusing me. I didn't know why. I
just could. Maybe it was because I was nestled snugly beneath her heart.
She turned right again and walked a short distance and stopped. I didn't
feel as tightly pressed in now, as if Mommy's womb had gotten roomier. I
felt as well as heard her knocking on something.
I heard the sound of a door opening and a different female voice say,
"Well hi there. Come on in."
Mommy stepped forward and the clicking of her shoes sounded different. Her
voice was shy and worried as she said, "Are you the owner of this house?"
"Got it in one, sweet mama," came the other voice. "I'm Tina, by the way."
"I'm Debbie," said Mommy.
"Pleased to meet you. By all means, take a load off. Would you like a
brownie? These got a real kick."
"I... I don't think I should." I felt Mommy's body drop down to a
cushioned landing. "I'm pregnant after all."
"Yeah, I get that," said Tina, "but you wouldn't have to worry about that.
Not with my brownies."
I somehow felt Mommy nod her head. "I believe you. I guess I'd believe
anything after this." Mommy patted her belly.
Tina chuckled. "Yeah, getting transmogrified tends to have that effect.
Still, your groovin' on this, aren't you?"
"That's part of the magic, isn't it, making me enjoy it?"
"You ain't wrong but there are limits on how far we'll take that. You
can't deny that your old life was a total bummer and this is an
improvement."
I sensed Mommy laying her arms across her belly. "No, I can't deny that
the old me was a total scumbag, especially toward women. He... I guess I
mean I, raped a girl once. I think I got her pregnant. I don't know if she
had the baby."
"She did," said Tina. "Only now she's married and her husband is the dad."
"He adopted the baby?" There was a hopeful tone in Mommy's voice."
"He didn't have to. In this reality that little nipper's dad is his real
father. Derek K. Jackson never existed." That name was vaguely familiar,
which confused me. Hadn't Mommy's name always been Debbie? No, that didn't
seem right either.
I sensed Mommy's relief as she said, "I guess that makes sense. Now that I
think about it, I'm pretty sure the old me would be just as happy about
that. He'd also have been glad to get this second chance at life, though I
don't think he would've wanted to be a girl. It makes me feel kind of bad
that I like being who I am now so much."
"That's true," said Tina, "He was a man inside and out. Here's the thing,
sweet cakes, did he ask to be a man?"
"No."
"Did he feel bad because he liked being a man."
"Of course not." Mommy's voice sounded irritated. "That's how he was
born."
"Damn straight. It doesn't matter if you're born the way you are or you're
reshaped by the shifting winds of the multi-verse, you don't get a choice
either way. All you can do is try to be the best version of yourself you
can be. He didn't, but maybe you can. So why get bummed about it? He was
down with being what he was and you're down with being what you are. You
might as well go with the flow and be happy."
Mommy patted her belly again. "I wonder if Eva is happy. I don't know if
she would choose to go back to being Evan, but I'm not sure she would
rather be a fetus." I couldn't help feeling thrilled. Mommy was talking
about me.
"Oh, you don't need to get freaked out about that. Your little sprout is
groovin on this is much as you are. In fact, I've even suspended the
natural order and allowed her to keep most of her faculties for the time
being, just so she can truly experience the womb for a while. She ain't in
any rush to get out."
Had I been able to speak, I wouldn't have protested. I really didn't want
to go back to being Evan. I was happy to stay safely in here. I knew I
would have to leave eventually, but I didn't want to think about the cold,
bright, noisy world outside Mommy.
"Is she really mine now?" said Mommy. "She used to be someone else."
"She's yours," said Tina, "in every sense. She's a part of you and you
will be a part of her for all her life." A surge of joy filled me at those
words.
Mommy sniffled as she said, "Thank you for that. There was a few other
things I was wondering about, if you don't mind my asking."
"Lay it on me," said Tina.
"Why a white girl? I guess I don't really mind. I always wanted to see
what it was like to be white. Still, I was just wondering."
"That's just how it goes. The changes always tend to be radical and
usually trend toward female and younger. Anything else?"
"What... what are you?" Mommy sounded apologetic. "I don't mean to give
offense but... are you even human?"
Tina chuckled. "I'm mostly human. Well, I used to be. It's a trade-off. I
accepted a burden that required giving up certain things. If you're going
to play with the big boys, you gotta bring it."
"That sounds like a terrible weight to bear."
"Well, it's about being down with responsibility. You should understand
that in your situation."
Mommy's voice shook a little as she said, "I... I just realized that I'm
only nineteen. I was a scumbag criminal before, so I guess it's only
justice that I should end up as a pregnant teenager, alone in the world."
I heard a chair creak and footsteps coming toward Mommy as Tina said,
"You're not so alone. You have a family now."
Mommy's voice sounded excited. "I do! I have parents, a brother, and two
sisters."
"Not just that," said Tina.
"A ring!" said Mommy. I sensed her wrap her arms around herself. "I have a
husband! Oh, and I love him so much. My baby going to have a daddy!" I
felt another thrill go through me.
Now Tina's voice seemed to shake a little. "Cherish that, young lady. Hold
on to the ones you love. Enjoy them while you can and make good use of the
time you get. You never know what the future might bring."
Mommy continued to hug herself. "Of course. Of course I will. I'm just so
thrilled that Sean and I are going to have our first baby, a little girl."
"You know it's a girl?"
Mommy nodded vigorously. "Oh yes. We had an ultrasound."
"When are you due?"
"In a couple of months. Sean has been getting the nursery ready. We're
going to have a midwife attend to the birth. She's on call in case I'm
early."
"Do you have a name picked out?"
"Yes. She's going to be Eva Louise."
"Well," said Tina, "I'm so glad to have such a groovy family move in next
door. Welcome to Shandura Beach. We're definitely a growing community."
"Thank you," said Mommy. "I just felt I had to visit all my new neighbors.
You definitely have an interesting flair for decoration. It's so
psychedelic."
"Yup, I'm all about peace and love."
"I have a feeling," said Mommy, "that you're going to be an interesting
neighbor. I just knew that moving to Shandura Beach was the right thing
for Sean and me. The city was getting stifling and there was so much
crime. I doubt we'll have to worry about getting robbed here."
"Right on," said Tina, "I think you can count on that. We're not cool with
stealing in this town."
"I can't wait to get my bikini body back after the baby's born," continued
Mommy, "though I'm sure not going to wait until then to enjoy that
beautiful beach."
"Yeah, it'll be a total gas and don't forget to drop by my gift shop." I
felt a hand touch Mommy's belly. "Time to go night-night, Evan."
My body tingles. I don't like it and I kick. I wonder who Evan is.
"Who's Evan?" says Mommy.
"Oh, I'm soree. That was a slip of the tung. I ment to say Eva. Wood yu
lyk sum tee?"
"Shur. Ay wood luv sum," Mommy's voice says.
Tina talks.
Mommy talks.
I listen to Mommy talk.
I listen to Mommy drink and swallow.
I listen to thumping and whooshing.
Mommy sounds soothe me.
Other voice talks.
Mommy talks.
Love Mommy talking.
Other voice talks.
Mommy talks.
Mommy stands up.
Mommy walks and talks.
Other voice talks.
Mommy walks.
Other sounds.
Mommy walks.
Other sounds.
Suck thumb.
Other sounds.
Mommy voice.
Daddy voice.
Kick.
Mommy pat tummy.
Mommy voice.
Love Mommy voice.
Other sounds.
Daddy voice.
Love Daddy voice.
Mommy voice.
Thumping.
Whooshing.
Mommy voice.
Love Mommy voice.
Love Momy.
Suk thum.
Luv Mumy.
Mumee
Mum...ee...
SLEEP
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