The cat burglar.

Looking at me now with blonde hair, big tits, and a ginormous baby bump, you would not believe I used to be a man and a cat burglar. 

I was hired to break into the private collection of a very wealthy man and retrieve certain items. 

The job went perfectly. 

I got all the items, and even something from my own private collection that wasn't on the list: a golden statue of a big-breasted, pregnant goddess.  

Little did I know when I got back to my apartment after dropping off the stolen items with the fence, finally touching the Idol with my own ungloved hand and putting it in my own private collection, that the Idol would work its secret magic and turn me into a pregnant woman. 

After waking up as a pregnant woman, I went through so many different stages of panic, stress, and confusion.  I have to pull myself together. 

I peed like a horse before slipping on sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt that barely covered my baby bump.  

I struggled to get my feet into a pair of trainers and tie them, with the bump always in the way.

I took the idle, which for some reason I felt was the cause of my misfortune, to a friend of mine. 

After some tears, panic, and screaming, I managed to get him to accept my story and who I was. 

I put the Idol down on his counter, and as he picked it up, he told me it was a very powerful talisman of motherhood and fertility. 

He told me to return it to the person who stole it from, and maybe they could help. 

I returned to the house where I had stolen so many items the other night and found the old man had not even reported them stolen. 

I explained who I was, what I had done, and what I had taken, and he just smiled at me. 

He told me every item in his collection had its own protective charm and would make the person who held it, without his permission, suffer and bring it back to him. 

I begged him to reverse what the fertility symbol had done to me, but he just looked at me and told me there was nothing he could do.

I was a woman,  and I was pregnant, and I was going to give birth to a healthy baby,  and I was going to raise it as a loving mother would. 

I imagine myself struggling as a single mother living in my tiny bachelor apartment, going through my savings, unable to work because of the baby, and struggling. 

The old man could see the dilemma in my eyes and offered me a solution. 

I am now his housekeeper and his bed warmer, and we are raising my child together in his strange, peculiar home filled with items that are not what they seem. 

Crazy lives: part 9 : requested by constructvie AD

Part 9

The start of Tony's new life.

The end.

Tony found himself trapped in a world he was not prepared for.

The mental changes that came along with the physical made him obedient and compliant.

He found he could not say no to Mahoney.

He found he had to always be willing polite and pretty.

The first few days of being Betty were difficult.

Every day was spent do hair and makeup & having sex with whoever Mahoney told him to.

Some of the men he had to satisfy were into kinky and strange stuff.

By the end of his second month as Betty he had tried almost every sexual position.

By the end of his third month as Betty Mahoney had got sick and tired of keeping him in luxury.

He quickly found himself no longer in a nice flat surrounded by beautiful objects nice clothing and good food.

He was now living in a Motown not far from the highway.

He was working just as one of the normal girls.

He had a Pimp as well as Mahoney to keep happy.

After one failed escape attempt they took all his clothes off him and left him naked.

They told him he did not need clothes as he was never going to leave the motel room and everything he needed would be brought to him.

He found himself indulging in recreational drugs to make the pain and hate go away.

It wasn't long after that that was left of his male identity was washed away.

He had resigned himself to his new life.

He had resigned himself to the fact that he would never see his wife or his body again.

He had resigned himself to being a prostitute and nothing more.

But that all changed when the police raided the motel he was working at.

He was cursing off with the rest of the women and booked for prostitution.

A couple of days in there a sound without a fix drove him mad.

Now no longer on the substance he can feel his own Mail mine coming back.

He still could not tell anybody who he really was due to the spell.

But that did not stop him from making deal with the cops and giving them all the information he had on Mahoney.

After the trial and Mahoney was sent down for over 50 years.

He was placed in The Witness Protection Program.

He was given a new name and a new place to live.

He was temperature to go and see Sarah but what would he say to her.

He could not tell her the truth and he was pretty sure Betty in his body would never admit to being Betty.

So he just settle down into his new life as much as he could with Betty's personality for men find clothes and a good time.

SEVEN MONTHS LATER

Rachel had not seen her former body since the night she stole Martin’s.

Seven months later, curiosity finally brought her back to the club.

Martin spotted her from across the room. Seeing his old face beneath that familiar, expensive haircut still gave him a strange jolt.

He picked up his tray and walked over to her table.

“What can I get you?”

Rachel hesitated. She had rehearsed several opening lines on the way over. None seemed appropriate now.

“You seem to be doing well.”

“It was hard at first,” Martin replied. “Going from executive meetings to waiting tables and performing on a stage took some getting used to.”

“I can imagine.”

“Can you?”

Rachel looked down at the table.

“Your job wasn’t what I expected either,” she admitted. “I thought you sat behind a desk telling everyone else what to do.”

Martin laughed.

“Then you met the regional director.”

“And the clients. And those dreadful quarterly reviews.” She loosened her tie. “I’ve started dreaming about spreadsheets.”

“That sounds familiar.”

For a moment, they smiled at each other.

Then Martin noticed his manager watching from the bar.

“You’d better order something before I get into trouble.”

“A cold beer, please.”

He returned a minute later with the bottle. Rachel watched him set it down, struck by how comfortable he seemed. She remembered how exhausted she was in this place, always counting the hours until she could leave.

“Do you actually like it here?” she asked.

“Most nights. Some customers are a pain, and my feet hurt by closing time. But I’ve made friends. I’m getting good at the work.”

He paused.

“And when I go home, nobody phones me about a collapsing account.”

Rachel turned the bottle slowly between her hands.

“I came to ask you something.”

Martin’s smile faded.

“I found a way to reverse it,” she said. “A reliable way. If you want your body back, we can arrange it.”

He glanced towards the bar, then pulled out the empty chair.

“Why now?”

“Because I should have given you a choice.”

“Yes,” he said. “You should.”

Rachel nodded, unable to meet his eyes.

Martin sat quietly for a moment. He could still remember waking up frightened, making frantic calls nobody believed, staring at a face that belonged to someone else.

“I was furious with you,” he said. “For a long time.”

“I know.”

“No. You weren’t here for that part.”

She accepted the rebuke without answering.

“But things have changed,” he continued. “I’ve built a life here. I have people I care about. Plans.”

“So you wouldn’t swap back?”

Martin looked at the suit he'd worn every week, at the watch he had bought to celebrate a promotion he could barely remember enjoying.

“No,” he said at last. “I wouldn’t.”

Rachel let out a breath.

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure. But don’t mistake that for saying you had the right to do it.”

“I won’t.”

From the bar, his manager called his name. Martin stood and collected his tray.

Rachel reached for her wallet.

“Will I be seeing you again?” he asked.

“Would you mind?”

He considered her for a moment.

“You can come back. Just remember I’m working.”

Rachel smiled faintly.

“And leave a decent tip?”

“Now you’re learning.”