I looked in my chest of drawers, perplexed at what I saw. I looked at mum. Since Dr. Nightshade intubated me to prevent my breathing tube swelling, and plugged my mouth for health reasons, I could not speak.
Mum, aka, Sue-Allen Moushumi nee Redmond, sat me on her legs and reminded me, “Mourin! He keeps finding us and we barely evade his goons. We have this place thanks to Dr. Nightshade, a school friend of mine. If we do not want to endanger them too, we have to make some changes. Mourin and Sue-Allen have to disappear.” She brought out another of those surgical latex catsuits, sprayed the inside, then had me squeeze into it. Usually I only wore two, so once I had it on, I looked at mum.
Mum sat me on her knees and spoke, “I know you have had it hard, my Mouse. We both have! Because of my impulsive nature. Running away to the orient with a man much older than I just because he was good locking, rich, exotic and great in bed cost us dearly. With your premature birth, underdeveloped larynx and testicles, we were both an embarrassment to his status. He cannot rest until he puts us, me, his third wife and you, his flawed son, down. So, we will make it impossible for him to find his third wife and her sickly son.”
Mum made a pause, which had me worried. She continued, “You know Mouse, I always wanted to have a daughter, but we cannot have people recognizing you from the missing child alert.” Uh-oh. Before I knew it, Mum had me into dense white woolen tights and a matching white woolen leotard.
Zipping up the woolen leotard, mum looked at me, sighed, and said, “You are so thin and bony, Mouse. We need you to have hips, and some breasts, and shape, and some soft roundness to your legs. But first, we give you a nice small waist. That will dispel any doubts about your femininity.” Mum had me into a white rubber corset with breast inserts!
Tightening my corset, mum revealed, “After today, Mouse, I will become your father and you, my daughter. It is the only way that we can escape your father and his embassy secret police. You know how you collected toy mice wherever we lived and that is how you get your pet-name? Well, that gave me the idea of how to hide your distinctive face.” Humming, Mum worked on the corset for a long while, lost in thought. I think she forgot what she was doing. I got restless, so she had me stand up, stretch, and sit down again.
Mum continued tightening the corset and spoke, “You need to be more girl than a girl, Mouse.” She continued reducing, putting her hands around my waist until she put both around and then another. She squeezed my waist, gave it a few final tugs and adjustments, then let me rest…