I woke up to the tune of sobbing and the feeling of arms wrapped around me.
As I opened my eyes I noticed I was lying on a.couch,the father of the boy I'd been hired to find standing over me with a pained expression. Looking down, and hugging me while crying was the mother.
Sadly, that wasn't the only troubling thing I immediately noticed.
I had large breasts and a gigantic belly jutting outward, jiggling slightly as the mother pressed against it.
"Madre, Padre?" I uttered. 'What the hell? Why did I call them that?' I thought to myself.
The mother removed her head from my belly and looked at me with tears in her eyes. "Oh Juanita, I'm so sorry," she said.
"Juanita?" I said, noticing for the first time how soft and rapsy my voice was."Thas no my name," 'God, I sound like a Latina bimbo,' "I'm... my name... sheet, I no remember. What happen to me?"
You were kidnapped baby, a Mexican gangster turned you into a girl. We were tipped off, and hired a detective to find you and bring you home," the mother explained before breaking down and sobbing into my belly once again.
"We got a call from him this morning telling us to come to a storage locker 20 miles from the border. That's where we found you," the father said. "We knew you were a girl, but he didn't tell us they'd...fattened you up like that Son," he said solemnly.
The gears were turning, Gomez Padraza had turned me into a copy of Juanita.
As much as I didn't want to hurt them further, I had to set the record straight.
"Pero, I no Juanita, I'm...I'm..." I struggled. It was like there was some kind of mental block affecting me. Not only could I not remember my real name, I was unable to explain that I wasn't their son.
Then it hit me, 'Padraza, the clever bastard.' If these people think they've got their kid back, Gomez slips back into the shadows.
No one's gonna notice or much care about a private eye who suddenly vanishes, as opposed to a young boy with a loving family.
"Oh Honey! It's okay, We know they affected your mind too" the mother said choking back tears. "But you're still our child, and things are gonna be alright," she said trying to muster up determination.
"What you mean?" I asked. 'I don't like where this is going'
"The detective left a package with you," the father said stoicly.
"Apparently he pulled some strings with ICE and Social Services to have you given asylum and placed in our care. Juanita Padraza is officially our foster daughter." There was a hint of relief in his voice. "He also crafted a cover story for our 'son' to be part of a long-term work-study program in Mexico."
'Unbelievable, he even tied up most of the loose ends. I'm not ready to fold just yet, but I don't even know where to go from here.'
"Don't worry Juanita," the mother said, "it won't be easy, but we'll help you get used to your new life.
'New life...new life...' Suddenly I felt a wash of.emotion rush over me. Before I knew what was happening, I was clutching the mother, blubbering like a baby.
"Oh Mama, what I gonna do?" I cried. "Gomez turn me into big, fat girl. He make me talk like I stupid. What if he make me want be wit men?" I was breaking down.
"It's okay, whatever happens, we'll get through it, as a family," 'Mama' reassured me.
"Now Juanita, first things first," the...my father cut in. "We'll be okay, but some things are gonna change. We can't have...all of you... hanging out like that, so we're just gonna run over to my sister's place."
"Your cousin Becky is probably close to the same size you are now, so we're gonna grab you something to wear," he explained.
A few minutes later I was alone, sitting up on the couch trying to cover what little flesh my arms and hands could. Looking in the mirror adjacent to the couch I noticed my face was done up to look sexy for a fat girl. 'Probably stutty;' I notrd, but cute.
My self-exploration lasted until I heard a noise, and turned to see a male silhouette standing just past the room...