I've Got You, Babe

by Jennifer White

 

Carl was on top of the world, as the warm Caribbean waters lapped at his feet. His new wife Monica was laying out in the sun, in her yellow string bikini. He was drinking a fruity tropical drink with her, after coming in from his swim. Their honeymoon was going wonderfully, and they made love twice a day. Or more. She seemed insatiable.

When his friends found out that he was going to marry a woman who was six years older than him, they thought it was a bad idea at first. But her biological clock was ticking, and she wanted a baby so badly! So he was able to have all the sex he wanted. And more. Sometimes, he was too tired to go for a third time in the day, and Monica would pout because he couldn't perform again.

 

* * *

 

The honeymoon over, the happy couple returned home. Immediately, Monica had an agenda.

"I want to set up the spare bedroom as a nursery" she said.

"Sure honey" replied Carl.

Monica's need to have a baby meant all the sex he could handle, and more. So what man wouldn't want to feed her voracious appetite?

"I love you" she said, kissing him.

Soon, they were on the floor, doing it yet again. That was always Carl's reward for saying yes. As soon as he caved into her demands, she would get that look in her eyes. She didn't even mess around with all that foreplay stuff he didn't like; they just got right down to business. It was the perfect relationship for them.

 

 

Monica started out by painting the room. She chose a soft pink color, which Carl didn't like at all.

"What if it's a boy?" he asked.

All fathers wanted to have a son.

"It's going to be a girl" said Monica. "I can tell."

Carl knew better than to argue with her. Once she decided something like that, she was not the type to be swayed by logical arguments. It was just one more mystery about women that he would never understand. So he let it be, and from then on, the room was decorated for a girl.

They toybox was filled up with dolls and stuffed animals. Pink ponies and powder blue teddy bears. Carl was sent off to build a wooden dollhouse, while Monica shopped for pretty outfits.

"Aren't those a little too large for a baby?" said Carl, eyeing her latest purchase.

"She'll grow into them" responded Monica.

 

Carl thought it was cute, how strong Monica's nesting instinct was. Plus, the more he helped her with the nursery, the more that she wanted him to do her in bed. They did it in every room in the house, but for some reason, she never wanted to do it in the nursery.

"That room is for my little girl. I don't want an aura of sex to be around her room."

"Okay sweetie pie" said Carl, although his thoughts were more along the line of "You're crazy. Whatever."

 

"I'm worried about the baby's safety" said Monica one day. "We need to put in special windows. so that nobody can break in from the outside. Did you see the other day in the paper where another baby was kidnapped? I'd just die if someone took *my* baby."

"There, there" said Carl. "That won't happen to you."

"I just want to be sure honey" she said, with a tear in her eye.

"Okay. I'll go buy the windows for you."

"And a good lock for the door too, so we could hide in here if anyone breaks in."

"Sure my love, whatever you want" said Carl.

 

A few days later, Carl had installed the special windows which had unbreakable glass. Now not even a bullet could harm their baby-to-be. And he put a special lock on the door, so that it would take more force than a man could exert to break in. All this for the safety of the baby! He groaned, thinking of the child safety seats he'd need for the car, a helmet to wear when she rode her bike, and all those things they did these days, which they never thought about when they were kids.

 

Now Monica put pretty lace curtains in the windows. She put a rainbow border around the room at the top. She put in a pink night light with ballerina dancers. And she went about stocking up on baby toys. Rattles, pacifiers, diapers, and so on. The closet was filling up, and Carl didn't even bother to keep track of what she was buying anymore. It didn't really matter; it kept her happy, and kept her out of trouble.

Carl didn't even complain when she insisted on putting in a video camera, so that they could observe their baby from outside the room. She said that way they wouldn't have to run in every time the baby cried, and that the baby wouldn't get spoiled that way.

"Come on baby, I want you" said Monica to him, after she finished assembling a mobile, then attaching it to the ceiling. She dragged Carl off to their bedroom, and had her pants half off even before the closed the door.

 

* * *

 

One day, Monica announced to Carl that the room was finally done. He was thankful. Looking at his credit card bills, she had spent a *lot* more money over the past months than he would have expected. Everything she bought had to be the deluxe version. She bought a crib which he thought looked big enough for triplets for example. But she always had an explanation, like her baby book that told her infants who are raised in too small of a crib don't have as much of an urge to explore later in life. Carl just shook his head, and let her do what she wanted. He wasn't going to talk her out of it anyway!

Monica brought out two glasses of bubbly champagne, and told Carl that she wanted to toast the completion of the nursery. She led him in there, they clinked glasses, and took a drink.

"Ugh, it went bad. This tastes terrible!" said Carl.

"I don't know. Mine tastes fine. Why don't you take another sip? It's French, and it is very dry. Mmmm."

Carl shrugged his shoulders.

"Bottoms up!" said Monica, draining her glass.

Carl held his breath so he wouldn't taste it, and threw back the glass. Even with his breath held, he thought it had a foul taste to it. He was eager to get something to wash his mouth out. But as he took a step, he felt really dizzy.

"What's wrong dear?" said Monica.

"I.... dizzy.... can't stand...." said Carl, his words slurring.

Monica pushed down the bars on one side of the crib, and helped Carl sit down on the soft white bottom.

"You'll feel better if you lay down" she said.

She helped Carl swing his legs up.

"I'm putting this up, so you don't roll out of the crib. My poor baby" she said. "I'll go get some medicine for you."

Carl nodded weakly as Monica scurried off. She returned soon after with some pills, which she put into Carl's mouth. She had a baby bottle in her hand.

"It's just some warm milk, to wash them down, and settle your stomach. I know you're too weak to hold a glass. Open your mouth."

She put it inside, and Carl sucked on it. The warm milk rushed in, and washed the pills down. He heard Monica tell him to keep sucking on it, and that the milk would be good for him.

 

"Good baby" she said, taking the bottle from him when he had emptied it. "You liked that, didn't you? Yes, you are a good baby. My sweet little baby girl."

Carl didn't understand what she was saying. Everything was a whirl now, and he felt even worse.

"Yes, you are my baby girl now" said Monica. "I know you can't understand me, but I wanted to tell you. I had a 'female problem' when I was younger. An infection. It got into my fallopian tubes, and they fused shut from the scar tissue. I can never have a baby. But I need a baby girl. I *need* one. That's why *you* are going to become my baby. My girl. My sweet little Brittany."

Carl's eyes glazed over. He could only make out a few of the words that Monica was cooing at him.

"Yes you are, my sweet little baby girl. My Brittany. Mommy is here for you baby. I'm going to clothe you, feed you, and let you grow up into a big girl!'

"No...." was all that Carl was able to say. He couldn't understand all that she was telling him, but he could sense that it wasn't good.

"The medicine I gave you is killing a part of your brain" said Monica. "It is severing neural connections. When it is done acting on you, you will have to relearn almost everything. You won't even be able to control your bladder, so I'm going to have to put you into diapers. You'll relearn how to talk, how to walk, and everything. And you will learn it as a *girl*."

Carl's eyes started to glaze over with tears. He was losing control of his very thoughts, as the neural pathways in his mind disintegrated.

 

Monica was cutting his clothes off now with a box cutter. She put a diaper on him, and then took out a pink jumper, which she put onto him. He was limp, like a rag doll, so it wasn't too hard for her.

"The windows in this room are unbreakable and soundproof. So if the drugs don't fully work, you can't yell for help. You can't escape from the windows, and they are unbreakable. I've also reversed the door, so the lock is on the outside of the room now. As the drugs continue to act on you, you can't get out the door."

Carl had created a *prison* for himself, without realizing it.

It will take a few days for the full effect to kick in. I'll slip a bottle of milk into the room when I see you sleeping on the baby monitor. That will be your nutrition. Oh and by the way, that milk you drank? It came from my breasts. I'm going to be your mommy, and you're drinking the milk that comes from *my* body. I laced it with female hormones, so that you'll start to become a girl, like me."

 

Carl could barely think now. He was trying to fight off whatever was going on in his brain, and it took all his strength just to focus his attention on Monica.

"Once your brain has basically turned to jelly, you'll be very trainable. You'll start off with just bottle feeding and breast feeding. Then as your mind starts to reorganize, you'll learn how to crawl, how to talk, and how to walk. All the while, you'll be taking female hormones, and I'll retrain your mind like a girl's so that by the time you reach the brain level of a teenager, you'll be thinking of yourself as a girl. You will never know that you were a useless man."

Carl tried to talk, but he couldn't form words. A scream of frustration came out of his mouth.

"Aw, baby is crying. Let me give you a pacifier" said Monica.

She pulled out something, but it sure didn't look like a baby pacifier! It looked like a man's anatomy, with black straps coming off the end of it. Carl's brain recognized it as a "strap-on". He wasn't able to move, as Monica took it and forced it all the way into his mouth. Then she took the black leather straps, and fastened them behind his head! Instead of being a tool for one woman to use on another (or on an unlucky man), it had just become a gag for him, so that he couldn't talk.

Even in his diminished mental capacity, he *hated* it that something which looked like a man's private parts was in his mouth! Carl wanted to struggle. He wanted to get away! But he was unable to. He was wearing a pink jumper, a diaper, and had a penis in his mouth. Definitely not what a man wants!

 

"You are Brittany now. You are my baby girl. Yes you are, my pretty little baby girl" cooed Monica, as Carl laid there, unable to move. "Mommy is here, little Brittany. I'm going to take good care of you. I'm going to raise you to become a pretty girl, and then a beautiful woman. When you grow up, you'll have big boobs, like I do. You'll be all pretty, and go around wearing skirts and dresses. You are mine now. You are my baby. You are Brittany. You are my girl. And you had better get used to it. This is your life now, forever."

 

Monica turned off the bright light, and Carl felt oh-so tired. Above his head, the ballerinas danced, spinning slowly around in the night light. The drugs made him unable to move, and desperately ready to sleep. His first taste of female hormones were working on him, starting to alter his body and his mind, even as the other drug continued to destroy his neural pathways.

Monica had been too careful; there was no need of the safety windows or the lock on the door. Carl was already beyond the capacity to walk anymore. She had put a lot of the drug into his drink, afraid that he would only take a small sip. If he had, it would have taken days to fully act. But having drank it all, his progress was much faster than she had foreseen.

He started to fall asleep, and it would be the last time that he could for a mental thought more complex than "goo-goo, gaa-gaa" for months to come. And when that point of his development came that he would be able to think fully again, as his brain reformed new neural pathways to compensate for the loss of the older ones, he would be far enough along in Monica's training, that even he would think he was a girl.

By the time he was thinking as an adult again, the hormones and other agents she would administer to him would have had enough time to fully act. He would end up with large full breasts, like a woman's. He would have curves. He would have the soft smooth skin of a woman. Only the little thing between his legs would be a reminder of his past. But it wouldn't function anymore, with all the female hormones overwhelming his systems.

And since he would think of himself as female, he would *hate* having it there. Monica wouldn't have to convince him to get it removed; he would *want* to do that right away. Then he would be a complete woman. He would grow up to be just like Monica, his new mommy. He was well on his way to becoming Brittany, for the rest of his life.

  

  

  

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