I tried to regain control (over both my thoughts and actions), but I could feel reality...my concept of reality, at least...'graying out as my body began to shift and change, swelling and filling out in a way that both horrified and excited me. As my mind faded, I heard myself chanting over and over again "Un gordita mamacita! Un gordita mamacita!" in time with Carlito. Just thinking about the fat, hairy Mexican who I'd just had grunting, sweaty sex with enough to make my thickening loins tremble. He reached over to cup my swelling breasts, and rub my expanding belly, and he moaned as I did.
"Senior Padrazza, he say I find you in that car...near that house. He say, 'Carlito, you gotta go to the woman in that car and take her for yourself.' He say to me 'That woman was a nosey Gringo, who can't mind his own business. You gotta take her and make her yours, Carlito."
"He show me how to do it...an' it's working! You're becoming my wife. The mother of my sons. You're going to be Rita Sanchez, Gringo. You're going to be 'Mi gordita mamacita' - My Fat Little Mommy. You'll never call me stupid or fat or anything like that. You'll be perfect. Perfect for me."
I knew that changes were just beginning, as invisible hands reached into my head and closed off portions of my brain. I suddenly knew that I was only fluent in Spannish, and could only speak perhaps a few dozen words of English, all learned from watching television. My knowledge of American geography also vanished. I knew where Texas and California were, but the names of the other Provinces (or did they call them States?) vanished as well. Gone was all my hard earned skill at my chosen profession, and I knew it was replaced with an extensive list of cooking (Mexican dishes only) and cleaning talents.
I tried to struggle again, but Carlito (wonderful, handsome Carlito) rested a hand on my heavily pregnant belly, crooning "Shhh, Rita. We're almost home. You gonna love being my wife. You'll have no choice."