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For The Babies by DeZaaden PROLOGUE Emily and Alan de Blaese are surprised. The woman, who had just come into the room, could be Emily's twin if she had one. "Hello Sophie, these are your customers, Emily and Alan," the third woman in the room, Mrs. Morris, introduced the three people. She is very happy, the mother of Alan paid a large sum for her first grandchildren and more hopefully follow. She told her, that she does not only want a single grandchild and that Emily agrees. Her son met her daughter-in-law in the hospital, after he drove into her car, eight years ago. Ironically, as a direct cause of this accident, the doctors said to Emily, that she'll likely not survive giving birth, due to the damages caused by the accident. So, she told her, that she wants to see her grandchildren growing up before she dies due to cancer. So, Sophie has something more to do. Mrs. Morris is more than happy with this situation. She was about to run out of customers for Sophie, as most possible are tending more to have an artificial womb on their own, than paying her service. But as Emily is currently kickstarting her academic career, this is exactly what they both wanted. So, her mother-in-law pays for all the services, Mrs. Morris had offered her. She simply does not want, that her beloved daughter-in-law makes the same mistake as she did. Emily is impressed by her copy, she assumed, that the woman, who will carry out her children will look somehow like her, but not exactly. She is impressed and scared about the amount of detail, a human being can be modified with modern surgery. But as Mrs. Morris ensured her, they'll help transgender people and women in need with their surrogacy, and now she believes it completely. She knows transwomen who had to pay a lot for the alignment surgeries, but Sophie pays by having a pregnancy. So, she is even happier with the decision to do it, not knowing, that Sophie was once her father, who died 9 years ago. **** NINE YEARS BEFORE Fletcher is sitting in his car, waiting for the last employee to leave the building. He knows, his plan is not the best, but he has to do it, for his daughter, to not lose it like his first-born daughter, Emily. It always made him sad, that he has completely lost contact with her after she moved out three years ago. But he also knows that this was the best decision they both had to do. That his idealistic, 19-year-old daughter moved out to her own apartment was harmony for the whole family. Finally, he didn't need to hear her better-society fantasies at the family dinner, which he still hates. Back then, his other daughters, Kathy and Amy were with their 15 and 14 years too young for such topics, so more peace inside the family. Not that he didn't support her, but he doesn't approve her position. She wanted more rights for nearly everybody, more money for everybody, and so on. He hasn't ever really cared about all the details. In his opinion, she should find a man and breed some children before she can have any demands to society. When they settle down, the idealism of her and her friends will go. He always told it to her and himself, and his wife Olivia approved it. At least he assumed it, as she never really took a position on the disputed topics. So, he discussed it in endless hours with his daughter, the rest of the family watched TV. He thought, he'll bring her to her senses with his, but he hasn't any success. Instead, she moved out to study mathematics. Olivia was very sad when she heard that, but he convinced her, that she needs to let her daughter go when the time had come. Even if he wanted to, he can't support her further education, his office job hardly pays the bills of the family. Olivia had the suggestion to start working, to have money for their daughters, but he convinced her, that this is a bad idea. In his opinion, a woman should be a housewife, give birth to children, take care of them, and nothing more. Work isn't something for women, he thinks. So, Emily found another way, she got a scholarship due to her grades. First, he opposed her to move out, but after some time, she convinced him, that if she moves out, his happy family will come back, the final argument for him. So, she lives now in the student dormitory, included in her scholarship. But this can't stop him from thinking, that he failed. He wanted his daughters, like her mother, to find a man after high school and then settle down as a housewife. But he knows, there is always a black sheep in the families, and he hopes, theirs is Emily. So he tries his best to that his other daughters will become such, but his plans for them do not work out. The peace at the family dinner didn't last long. Like their older sister, Kathy, and shortly after Amy, had the same ideas and began to join some women's rights demonstrations in the next town, this time supported by his wife. In Fletcher's opinion, all these topics, they address with it, are quite unnecessary. He didn't miss a single of these Women's rights, so he also does not care. The only thing he can't do anymore is opposing the activities as much as he could. Doing it with three women is not possible, as his friends confirm. Twice a week, they do some activity together, and most of them had a similar view of the world as Fletcher. His friend Jack once commented on all those topics, that all the women demonstrating there "just want to fuck anybody without any consequences or responsibilities", a statement he totally agrees with. In his opinion, Jack must know it. In the 10 years of his marriage, he impregnated four other women, until his ex-wife figured it out. But due to a good lawyer, he must not pay a single penny to these five women neither his seven children. Jack always emphasizes, when they talk about it, that he have a college fund for all his children, which he does voluntarily. So, he takes responsibility for them, he says. More than enough in Fletcher's opinion. His other friends are not so steady, their daughters had similar ideas like his youngest, and they convinced their parents, that these ideas are good. And these weak mates also want to convince him to do it too. But as they only do the same arguments, as Emily did, he ignores them. he knows, that they are teenager bullshit. So, another topic to avoid talking about it. Only with Jack, he can do such discussions and he also has shown him a Facebook group. There, other men and some women like him and Jack are talking plainly, what all these brain-washed men are avoiding to say, the bad things of those activists. All together a group of people, sharing the same opinion, as Jack does. There, he can say whatever he wants, and they agree as his family had done years ago. Now, it's a bit more than two years ago, that Fletcher joined this group named 'Freedom Defenders'. Instead of his wife, he now avoids the discussions at the family dinner. Instead, he emerges to his laptop, texting with his friends there. Most of his old friends, except Jack, were also dropped by them, in favor of those from the group. He sporadically even meet with some of them, to drink a beer, gossip about their family, politics, and the real facts. These are a thing that appeared one and a half years ago. As most of the media are on the side of the women, some members started to prove their facts by looking for other sources of information. They found a lot, and all of them are showing new facts, proving their opinions, and talking about facts, the widespread media does not talk about. The first time, Fletcher is wondering, why, but now, he says, they are the real truth. All those media saying all day the same, spreading those teenage bullshit ideas, and are nowhere neutral. Those online news magazines they share in the group are telling the truth, Fletcher and Jack are now completely sure. He wanted to tell them to his daughters, who then argued with some made-up facts he can't find in his serious sources, so they must be wrong. He told it to them and they labeled him as crazy. But he knows, they are the crazy ones. Those, who are telling the truth are crazy is easy and comfortable, a John in the group said, because you must not challenge your own facts. An activity Fletcher did more and more extensively. And he found every time more facts proving his opinion and those of his group. So his is right and those of his daughters are wrong. He knows it. That's why they belong to the kitchen, as they don't know the real world. He read that yesterday and he knows it's right. Regularly, his wife reminded him, not to stay so long on the computer, she and his daughters are missing him. He always answered, that he is writing with his friends and that this is his hobby, like them demonstrating. Sometimes she tried to argue with him about that, but most, she just rolled her eyes and left him alone at the monitor. About half a year ago, Fletcher and Jack also joined a sub-group with some people from the area, like all members of their truth spreading group. As many people say their facts are bullshit and say that these are bullshit. They know, that these people are talking bullshit, but this bullshit keeps spreading. So, they started to enforce the real facts, and stop the spread of those stupid ideas. Starting in driving around, removing flags, stickers, and other wrong stuff from the area. In the group, they are sharing pictures of corrected places and other stupid stuff, those radical activists do. Four weeks ago, Martin has posted photos of a strange place. It has a sign "pregnancy service office", but Martin says, that it's actually some kind of clinic, where, in their opinion, totally illegal things are happening. He wrote, that he saw there pregnant women walking in, and the same women walking out, without their baby belly and their baby. In hours of observing, he hasn't seen any women with a baby walking out of the building, some only with her husband. All members of the group are sure, that this is the newest invention of these female activists, and whatever they do inside of there, they are stealing babies. This made Jack speechless, first, they stole their kids, then their wives, and now also the babies? This place definitely needs to be shut down. Other members of the group also confirmed Martin's observations, so they began to plan. How they can get in, what they need to burn it down or what they can steal. Their plan is simple. Someone gets in, copies the files from their computer, and burns the whole site afterward down as soon as possible. Jack wanted to do it, but he was on a business trip for the next two months, so they needed another one from the group. So, Fletcher volunteered in doing the job. He had seen something like "pregnancy" and "office" on the time plan of Kathy, and he does not want her to visit this illegal site tomorrow, doing the illegal stuff inside of there. Nobody in the group cared, that this site is completely in-law, but these laws are, in their opinion, also written by the activist media. As result, Fletcher is now sitting in his car, parked with a view to the "clinic" and waiting for the last employee to leave the site. He had prepared all that he needs, basic skills to hack a computer, a tool to disable the alarm system, and knowledge, how to efficiently burn it down. He knows, that this action is illegal, but he also knows, that it is right. He needs to protect his daughter and all the babies from the evil things inside there. So, he waits for the last employee, while filming the site and texting with his friends. Half an hour later, a man is leaving the site, exactly as he expected him to do. He turns on the alarm system, checks it twice, and walks to his nearby car to drive home. With nobody in there, Fletcher can start his task. He grabs his tool bag and leaves the car with his face covered. He is totally ready to kill the business of that clinic, or however, they call themselves. He has seen so many bad things happening there, this place should burn down. For his daughter, for the babies. **** At the entrance, he uses his tool to disable the alarm. He activates it and seconds later the tool finished its job. In his opinion, this was too easy, but he has a job to do. Without any hassle, he enters the building. He is in a short corridor with a door to the left and another to the right, followed by an area with chairs and a reception. He assumes, that a computer is there, where he can get the information, he wants, but blue light from the right diverts his gaze. He looks and sees a display that starts talking to him. "Hi Fletcher, what can I do for you?" it says. Fletcher is shocked, asking himself why this display knows his name. Thoughts are racing through his head, asking him how this could happen? Is there some traitor in their group? Does the building hide something else, he does not know? His heart races and he finally gets an idea of how to handle the situation. When there is a voice command, knowing him, maybe he can have some help from it. "Self-destruction!" he says, hoping, that he can escape before his command is executed. "Executing self-destruction," the device answers, acknowledging the task. "That was easier, than I expected," Fletcher mumbles as he wants to continue his way. He feels a breeze on his back, which reminds him to close the door. He turns around, only to see his car bursting into flames, just the second before the door closes itself. "FUUUUCK!" he shouts, realizing, how stupid this whole idea is. He is here because Martin assumed something. Something that he knows is right. But he does not even know a single bit about the setup of this building. He hasn't even done proper research of the building and walking in the front door. He tries to turn around to get somehow out of this place, but too late. The door on his left has opened and arms enclosed his arms, neck, and legs, while another took care of his bag. They pull him into a feature room with a surgery couch on the one side. The ceiling and two walls are covered completely with a mirror each. Those in front of him are showing his colorless face, while many more arms coming close to him. Seconds later, they ripped off all his clothes, including his underwear. They are put into a space on the side, where his bag is already stored. The light in the room turned off and he starts to have panic. "LET ME OUT! I REGRET MY ACTIONS!" he screams, but no response from anywhere. Only laser beams come out of the walls for a couple of seconds, followed by darkness. He tries to free himself from his bonds, but they do not move a single bit. "LEEEEET ME OUT!" he continues screaming while shaking his arms and legs until they hurt. Seconds later, the light in the room is switched on again, blinding his eyes. "AAAAAAH, MY EYES!" he screams, but the room continues his job in driving him crazy. Slowly getting his vision back, Fletcher sees two shavers coming close to him. One to his head and another to his belly, where they begin their work. Line by line, they shave off his blond main hair as he can see in the mirror. "NO! NOT MY HAIR!" he shouts, still unheard and close to tears. Whatever they do with him inside this room, it will follow him for the rest of his life. He looks down to his chest and sees, that the shaver there is doing the same procedure, shaving it piece by piece to a hairless one. Still nervous, he calms himself down. He knows, that he needs to go back to rational thoughts, to get out of here, if the machine allows it. He tries to find the door in the room, but it has also gone. Only the couch and the mirrors. So no way to escape for him. So, he needs to stay focused, and not waste any energy, he'll definitely need to escape. He knows, that he can't get out of there, so he tries to think about his loving wife, realizing, that he didn't pay her the attention she deserved. He'll definitely do it if he ever gets out of here, and he needs a good excuse for the burned-down car and his missing hair. As he thinks about his hair, he gets back to reality, with the sound of the shavers hammering in his head. Endless minutes later, they finished their job, leaving a bald head and body behind. Fletcher looks into the mirror in front of him, wondering how big his head actually looks. Without his blonde hair, it looks enormous. He should definitely talk with Olivia about that if he ever gets out of there. "Oh, Olivia, what would I do to see her again," he thinks as he sees four needles coming close to him. "NO! NO! NO! NO NEEDLES!" he starts to shout again with panic. He hates those things since he was a child, and now, this machine is about to inject him with them. Before he can think about them more, they had done their job. Two in his head, one in his neck, and another in his butt. "OUCH!" he screams. Especially those in his head hurt massively. But seconds later, the pain is gone. His brain is flooded with happiness and despite his situation, it feels very good. At least for Fletcher, who begins to smile, who is unsure, why he had fear seconds ago. Quickly, a mask is put on his face, stealing Fletcher his complete vision. He feels, that the mask is doing something with his face, something very painful, but the only thing Fletcher feels is happiness. His mind can't really handle these mixed emotions, so it falls to apathy, supported by the vibration on his neck. This vibration became so intense, that he can't even think about anything else, while it vibrates. He tries to concentrate on the pain in his face, but nothing, only the vibration. Endless minutes later, the mask is removed from his face, like the vibration on his neck. While his eyes are adjusting to the light, he feels something happening with his hands and his legs. In the mirror, he sees, what is happening: They are stuck in big tubes, for whatever reason. He reminds himself to stay focused and takes a look on his face. "HOLY CRAP! WHAT ..." he stops his shout, as his voice does not sound like him. But the voice is not the real reason for his surprise. The face he is looking in, is not his. It's not even those of a man, it looks some kind of female. Without the hair, strange, but definitely female. "What the hell are they doing with me?" he asks himself aloud, still confused and perplexed about his voice and face. But somehow, it does not worry him. His face feels more and more his, or should he says hers? No, he is still a man and his penis approves. He pushing away these thoughts and swears to himself, to stay as man, whatever they do with him. The pipes on his arms and legs are feeling tingly, as even more devices are docking on his body, some kind of corset on his hips and waist, and a pipe on his penis. The skin under the corset begins to feel numb, but the pipe on his penis begins to suck. He feels, as his penis begin to get hard, followed by no feeling at all. "AAAAAH! NOT MY DICK!" he shouts, having a rough idea, what is happening down there, and the view to the compressing corset is confirming his idea. The face was the first step to turn him into a woman. He can't believe it, but he is then also transgender, something he didn't really understand. Why on earth should somebody be born with the wrong sex? Quite impossible for his imagination and in his opinion only a trend. He stops thinking about it, and tries to get some feeling in his penis, but still, nothing. Endless minutes later, he knows why it is missing. The pipes are gone and he sees himself with a pair of female-looking arms and legs and a vagina. Something he can't even imagine hours ago, but now real. The whole area still feels numb, so he can't really say, how it feels, he is, surprised. Surprised, how natural it looks. He ever imagined, that those artificial vaginas look very made-up but this looks like every other he has seen so far. And it even looks very natural between his hairless legs. The corset also seems to have finished its job, as it is moved away from his body, revealing wider hips and a, in total, female-looking figure. In the corner of his eye, he sees another set of syringes coming close to his body. "NO! PLEASE NOT AGAIN NEEDLES!" he shouts horrified, and still not used to his new voice. Untouched by his feeling, his mouth keeps smiling. "What the hell," he adds, as he sees him smiling in the mirror, as the needles are injecting their liquid in his butt and his nipples. He sees them growing, his butt aligning to his well-shaped hips and his nipples to a set of breasts. "I must have seen this coming," he mumbles, still looking to the needles. He tries to look away, which is impossible in his fixed situation, to not pass out. He tries to fight it, but he can't stand it anymore. His mind only goes black. After all those tortures, these needles are too much. ***** "Florence, can you hear me?" Fletcher hears a voice. Despite not begin called with his name, he opens his eyes and looks in the face of a nurse. "Where I am?" he asks, wondering about his voice. "You are in the recovery room, you had an operation," she calmly says. Her words are quickly flooding his mind. "Operation? What operation? I only can remember this machine, where I was turned into a woman. What the hell have they done to me? And why? And who the fuck is Florence? Is it me?" he thinks, unable to articulate himself. "What operation?" Fletcher asks, again surprised by his female voice. "The doctors implanted you an artificial womb," she answers, checking his pulse. Then it came all to his mind, he was trapped in this baby- killing clinic and there changed into a woman. A woman who can now give birth, he assumes. A shiver runs down his spine. He is able to grow a baby in his belly, a thing his mind can barely process. He is a man, he ever was, and now, he can give birth? "The doctor wants to see you, so please stand up slowly," the nurse interrupts his thought. "Good point," he thinks, maybe the doctor can explain this whole mess. He does as told, to sit on the couch. On the opposite wall, he sees a mirror, with a bald woman sitting on that couch, her breasts and her hips are covered in white bandages. "SHIT, is that really me?" he asks himself without the use of this strange voice. He looks around and, except the nurse, nobody else is in the room. His woman must be him. Florence must be him. "Nobody will ever recognize me like that, not even Olivia," he thinks as he examines the face of a woman in the mirror, still confused by the events. "Do you need some help to get off the couch?" the nurse asks, interrupting his thoughts. Fletcher does not think about it and offers her his hand. He had narcosis before and knows, that he definitely needs the help. For him, that's the only reason why he feels so dizzy. With the help of the nurse, he climbs from the couch and slowly does some steps. His whole body still feels strange to him, but not as strange as it looks for him. As the nurse tells him, he follows her to the room next door, where he is told to sit on another couch to wait for the doctor. Happy to have some time for himself, he touches his arms, surprised at how smooth they are, and his bald head. He definitely needs to figure out, what happened to him, after he passed out last night. "Oh, you are already testing your body," tells the doctor in a quick manner, walking into the room just at this moment. "We were a bit surprised, that you visited us this Wednesday night. We had you on the schedule only on Thursday morning, not the night before. But never mind, the machine does not care about working times. So, let's move on. Luckily, we already have a customer for you, so you don't have to visit the machine twice. This will definitely help to speed up the alignment process and you stay longer as Florence. So how do you feel, Florence?" he continues. Fletcher, surprised by this flood of information, just answers the question that bugs him, "Who is Florence?" "You are Florence Jones. Now and for the next year. You get used to it, we do such changes all the time," he slows his words, directly looking in the face of his patient. He continues looking into his monitor, reading something, and continues and walks over to Fletcher. "Fine. As you already signed all necessary papers in advance: Welcome to the office. I hope you like your new job," he answers again in a fast manner while checking Florence's head, neck, chest, and extremities with his hands. Fletcher, slowly realizing his situation, wants to shout down the man, but he can't. He does not even feel any anger, just happiness. "Yes doctor," he answers instead of insulting the doctor. He doesn't know why, but he just can't say, what he intended to. And now, he can't even remember what he wanted to say. He is just happy with the situation. It even feels good for him to be touched by the doctor. Something that he does not want and this confuses him even more. But he is also happy, so, his face begins to smile. "Fine, so the only thing that went wrong is that the machine fixed your smile. I don't think that's a massive problem. You will feel a boost in happiness in the next weeks until your body has gotten used to it," he says, as he uses a small device on Fletcher's neck and head, which peeps two times. "So, everything is fine. To finish the whole transgender process, we'll meet up weekly for the next eight weeks. An assistant will show you your new company apartment and all the further stuff after we finished. I hope you like the furniture and your new clothes. When everything is fine with your new womb, you'll meet up in six weeks with your first customers. Two weeks later, you'll get the embryo. As you know: For the babies!" the doctor finished the information, he wanted to tell Florence. Fletcher tries to remember any of the information, but he can't. He is still too dizzy to do. "Do you need help to stand up, Florence?" the doctor asks her, but Fletcher does not respond. He is still confused by this whole situation and how good it feels. It feels good to be here. Good to be told Florence. But Fletcher does not want this. He shakes the thoughts away and gets back to his feet. "OUCH! No, I'm fine," he answers to finally get out of there. "Oh yeah, Monica will tell you the rest about your bandages, you need to wear them for another 24 hours. We just want to take care, that your new assets will be fixed in the intended shape. It will be replaced by shapely underwear tomorrow, just after your appointment with the hairdresser." Fletcher grumbles as he sees his hopes dashed. He can sit and stand in these, but running is impossible. So how can he run away from here? The door opens, and a middle-aged woman comes in, "Hi Florence, I'm Monica, your assistant. I'll support you in your new life." "Hello Monica," he answers, happy, that she is not talking with the speed of the doctor. Maybe she can be some ally inside this place. "I have a dress, panties, and a wheelchair for you and I'll explain all the things, the doctor missed out," she explains to the half-naked woman. "Is her plan already finished?" she asks the doctor. "Yes, I just added all to her calendar." "Fine, so let's dress you up and I'll show you your new living space," she tells Florence. As told, Fletcher grabs the clothes, puts on the panties, and tires the same with the dress. "At least something normal, even when it's a dress," he thinks as the tires to figure out how to get into the dress while sitting. "Shit, how do I wear those?" he asks himself, but Monica is quicker. She folds the dress and puts it over his head and his arms with skilled moves. He follows her actions and seconds later, he is dressed. "Thank you, Monica," Fletcher tells her in a breeze of kindness. Praise and gratitude, two things that were not very common in his life, so he wonders, why he did this. But this woman reminds him of someone, but he still does not know who. "You don't need to thank me. It is my job to babysit adult women," she answers harshly and pushes Florence into the wheelchair. Together, they leave the room. Outside of the doctor's office, there is nothing he recognizes. A square room with lots of doors on the sides, a front desk in the middle, and a corridor on one side. Monica gets a clipboard from the front desk and leaves the office through the door on the opposite side of the corridor. She pushes him through the opened door and stops just outside the office. "Okay, Florence, this access card is like a key. Your card will be the watch, we pick up in the apartment. As nearly every appointment on your schedule is in this building, you can access the office, your apartment, and the gym with it. On top, you can pay with it in the grocery store on the ground floor, where you also get a discount of 20% on all items," she says, as she shows the card labeled "05-04", the card reader and the floor plan on his left. They are on the second floor, the doors to the gym are in front of him, and above are apartments. This must be the building behind those, he visited yesterday. The clinic yesterday was a low-rise building with a warehouse nearby and some multi-story residential buildings behind. "You'll later need to take some photos, the locations are usually in the basement or the warehouse next to the side building in the courtyard. That depends on your customer, which you'll also meet in the side building. But before you go there, ask the front desk, there you get the information where you need to go," she continues as she presses the button for the elevator. "The elevator is nothing special, you only need to unlock the door to the staircase with your watch, when you are in the basement or ground floor," she tells, as she pushes him into it. "For fitness purposes, you should take the stairs after tomorrow. But as your apartment is on the fifth floor, you definitely need the elevator at some point," she adds. "What do you mean with later?" Fletcher asks, confused by all the stuff, that is in the building. "As you should know from carrying out your last baby, you'll have some point when climbing the stairs is very stressful for you and your baby. A thing you have to avoid for it. Have you learned nothing in your last year?" she answers. "Oh, yeah, I haven't thought so far, I'm still confused why you carry me around in the wheelchair," Fletcher answers, unsure if he can tell Monica his situation. In his head, the thoughts are racing around that information. Not only, that he is now female, he also will be pregnant against his will. But at least Monica seems to be fine, so he can trust her, in difference to the doctor with his peeping device. They reached the fifth floor and Monica is walking to a door labeled "05-04", opens the door with the access card, and walks into the spacious apartment. "Okay, this is your new home for at least the next year. On your right is the bathroom," she opens the door, showing a simple bathroom with a bathtub, a toilet, a shower, and a window. She closes the door to the bathroom and opens the next door. "This is your bedroom, we already filled the closet with clothes in your size, as you should know," she says and opens the closet with lots of different dresses, lingerie and shoes. "On the left are the maternity clothes, and right is the laundry box. It will be collected daily and you get the clothes back the next weekday. The rest should be self-explaining, tell me if you miss something, or need some help with dressing up," she continues as she winks to Florence and closes the closet. With this gesture, he knows to what person she reminds him, his younger sister. "The alarm is set to 8 am, and can be changed with the home panel in the hall," she says as she walks out of the bedroom, showing the panel. "It steers nearly every aspect of your apartment, like temperature, radio, and so on. The manual is in the cabinet here, but it should explain itself. The thing I like most about it is that you can say, fill the bathtub and it does all stuff automatically. Then you get an alarm when it's filled and you can take your bath," she explains and walks to the next room. "So this is your kitchen: electronic stove, fridge, microwave and so on. When you have no idea, what to cook, you have a recipe book here. You can buy all things needed for the recipes there in the store on the ground floor. And as your contract says, you need to wear some headwear, when you shop there outside the free time in your schedule," she tells Fletcher while showing all the stuff in the kitchen in a way that she is forced to do it, but thinks it is quite useless. "My free time?" he asks, curious about this restriction. "Yes, as you look exactly as the future mother of the child after you got your hair tomorrow. We need to take care that nobody will see you and the mother at the same time. So you have 2 hours per day, where you can go outside the building. You see them in your schedule, which I show you in a moment," she answers confused as Fletcher. Until this point, she thought, that this was one of the women, who had their second surrogacy here. Her boss didn't say anything, but she knows, that some of the women here are hiding themselves here and need the money. And she expected that Florence was one of these women, as she is so handsome to her. But this does not fit into her questions, she must be new to this place, maybe one of the few transwomen here. "Okay, I assume, I can read through all these rules also later," Fletcher asks, focusing himself on not doing anything suspicious. He knows, he can rage inside here, but that does not help him, as he is already forced into this wheelchair. They control him, and he knows it, his wife told something like that from her weeks in the hospital with the newborn Kathy years ago. They put her also in a wheelchair to have control of her, against her will. "Yes, so here is the tablet with all the information you need," Monica says as she shows a tablet with some files in the dining room next door. "And here is also your smartwatch. You need to wear it day and night to check your vitals. It is also is your key and your credit card and can show your schedule. You can find further information about it on the tablet," she swipes over the watch to show the schedule and then puts the clock on his wrist. Fletcher only thinks that this watch is used to control him completely. When they do not measure vitals, he does not wear it, and it can definitely track him. He knows these devices and knows, why he hasn't got one until yet. "And where do I recharge it?" he asks, looking for a spot to exploit. "When you do your shower. The loading shell is the metal box in the bathroom. There you also find the drugs, the doctor should've mentioned. The watch reminds you to take it with your meals and the pills are in the bathroom, sorted by day and meal. So, you don't have to handle them," she tells him. He knows, that enforcing this is very clever. The bathroom has no window to escape and they will definitely take a look when he does shower too long. "Oh yes, and here is also the charging station for the tablet," she shows him some plastic with a cable and pushes him to the next room, the living room. "Nothing special here, you can stream from your tablet, or use the remote, the channel list is on the tablet, the stereo in the closet," she says as she shows it and walks back to the short hall. "As you haven't any free time today, you need to stay in the building. If you have any problems, you can call me using the home panel. Don't hassle to ask for help, I am used to it and someone is available to help you day and night," she tells with another wink. "And of cause, you don't need to use the wheelchair, if you feel comfortable with walking in the bandages. Also, call me if you need some help with it," she adds the obvious facts. "Oh yeah, the wheelchair is just to help me ..." he recaps, while he looks into Monica's face. "Also, a cleaning aid comes every day to do basic caretaking about the apartment, so don't worry about that. The fridge is already filled, so have fun with your new home. If you don't have any questions, I'll leave you alone. And always think to it: For the babies!" she says and is about to exit the apartment. "No, not really," answers Fletcher, to be finally alone. "Oh, and if you need any help in woman's business, you can call me too. I know the first days in the new body can be hard," she finishes with another wink and leaves the apartment. These last sentences confused him, and he asks himself if she knows, that he was a man hours ago. As the apartment door is closed, Fletcher is relieved. Finally alone. He hasn't shown it, but in his mind, he is boiling with rage. Monica seems to be a very nice person like his younger sister was. Despite being a year younger than him, she was always more mature than him. She was like the older brother, he didn't have but sadly, she passed away five years ago. So, he can't be angry with her, but he is angry with the doctor and this whole company. They put him into this body, against his will, and now locked him in, helpless in a wheelchair! He stands up, still a bit weak on his little feet, but more steady than an hour ago. He pushed the wheelchair against the next wall and feels free again. Free to walk alone. Free to regain control over his life! ~~~ To Be Continued...