Turning 3-And-D (Mature)

[Baby Jemma]

Now for something entirely different. This is another babyfur story of mine (one that actually got inspired by @Panther Cub's stories, actually; if you are a fan of babyfur stories, check them out), but it's got very heavy themes. I promise to warn you when they come up.

 

Now, on with the show:

Chapter One: Guilt and Shame

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Constantin Tremblay woke up with a large yawn, the American ermine stretching his limbs, his tail and whiskers twitching with anticipation for the first week of August, the first week of his sophomore year of high school.

 

Then he smelled something funny. He took off his blanket and gasped.

 

No. No, it can’t be!

 

He had unmistakably wet - no, soaked was more like it - the bed. His thoughts were frantic.

 

It’s just got to be a bug. A summer bug. Can’t be FIID. It can’t be that, no, summer bug, it’s just a damn bug.

 

Fallout Incontinent/Infancy Disease, the hidden scourge of the weapon known as Project A, the  weapon that turned the world’s then-humans into humanoid animals way, waaay back in the time of, like, the dinosaurs (technically in 1963, during the Kennedy administration, but still) affected about a tenth of all middle and high schoolers. It was a horrible disease, turning those kids into what basically amounted to teen toddlers.

 

No, he was not going to have that. He was already hiding being trans from his parents; he couldn’t have that as well.

 

Already cost me friendships. Can’t have it cost my family too.

 

With those thoughts, Constantin gathered his night clothes and sheets, quickly putting them in the washing machine with a lot of bleach, before turning the bleach toward his bed.

 

Then the shower. The thing he hated the most, his dysphoria clearly showing there. His breasts, unmistakably showing his outward sex, hiding the powerful man he knew he was. He hated them, hated them.

 

The ermine made sure to take a longer time in the shower than normal, washing every single part of his awful body to get the smell off of him. He put on his clothes: baggy black jeans, a loosely-fitting black T-shirt, and combat boots. Thank whatever gods existed - not that Constantin believed in a god; if there were any, they wouldn’t have made him like this - that there wasn’t a school uniform for anything other than basketball; it would’ve sucked if he was forced to wear a skirt or dress.

 

Then he did the gel in his short hairfur, spiking it up. Then his glasses. He hated that he needed glasses; it made him look nerdy. Yeah, he got decent grades, but it was his basketball career that he cared about. His parents were fine with it because they were former jocks (Dad played soccer; Mom was a former cheerleader.), but…

 

He shook his head furiously. He was going to have a good day at school, damn what the morning wanted him to think.

 

Constantin let out another yawn, making a small breakfast for himself (his parents were off on their high-paying five-to-five jobs, so he was fairly self-sufficient.): just regular cereal and orange juice (breakfast of champions!) before he got his stuff packed and ready for school. He noted the silver coin on the countertop with Mom’s signature (payment for lunch and a thinly-veiled demand for “Marie-Claire” to join cheerleading) telling him to take the coin (which he did), and let out a sigh, exiting into the morning light.

 

The ermine was early for the school trolleybus (it was rare for animals to have a car, since the gas-guzzlers had stopped being produced after the Fallout, and electric cars were only used by the rich...like his dad and mom), getting on with a nod at the driver, an elderly gorilla who nodded back at him before the trolleybus sped off.

 

Constantin sat at the back, relaxing and almost nodding off with rock-n-roll music, before a familiar voice woke him up.

 

“Hey, you’re taking my spot.”

 

He opened his black eyes to see an ocelot, her amber eyes appraising him cautiously. He knew her. Allyson. Allyson Blood, his former bestie before…stuff happened. Mainly because Constantin never came out as trans to her (to anyone, really), and felt uncomfortable around girls nowadays (he was definitely attracted to girls, which made things…complicated.)…but partially because Allyson had gotten FIID, along with…his other two former friends.

 

She was wearing a pink onesie with cartoon cats that did nothing to hide the fact that she was wearing a very thick diaper, and had a pink pacifier clipped to the neck area of her onesie. Her spotted tail flicked nervously, as she clutched a stuffed saber-toothed tiger in her paws.

 

“Then take it from me if you can,” Constantin said in a bored tone.

 

“It’s my spot. I’ve had it all of last year, Marie.” He looked at her, her eyes watering with tears, and a guilty feeling gnawed at his heart.

 

“I…fine, take it,” the ermine muttered, shifting over so Allyson could get her body into the seat.

 

“Thank you, Marie,” the ocelot said gratefully, popping in her pacifier and sucking nervously.

 

“Whatever, I didn’t know it was your spot,” he muttered, hating his high-pitched tilting female voice.

 

“Sho…I shee you’re doin’ bashketbaw?” The pacifier muffled her words, almost cutely.

 

Not cutely. She’s just a damned overgrown baby now. Your friendship with her is over, let alone anything more.

 

And yet…

 

“Yeah, I figure that since I’m on the girl’s team…yeah.”

 

“I’vf sheen your gamesh. You’re reawy good.”

 

“Eh, I’m decent.” A lie. He had already gotten scholarship offers - women’s, of course, but one or two men’s teams as well - from high-profile colleges all across the United States, despite starting this year as a sophomore.

 

“Don’t wie. I’m onwy FIID, not shtupith.” He looked at Allyson, seeing her glaring at him. Still intimidating, even though she was dressed as a baby (especially since she was bigger than he was).

 

“I said I was decent. What’s there to lie about?”

 

“Whatever.”

 

The ride continued in stony silence, as more and more students - and teachers - got on the trolleybus. Constantin noted with dread that the ride had picked up his two other former close friends: Haylee Kilgallen the black-backed jackal and Krysten Peppers the long-eared owl, both of them sitting on the opposite side of him, both clad in similar attire to Allyson (only with a stuffed unicorn for Haylee and a stuffed roc for Krysten).

 

“Hi, Marie!” Krysten said excitedly. “It’s been a while…”

 

“Krys, she made her choice,” Haylee said coldly, her paw on Krysten’s wing feathers, as Constantin felt another gut punch of guilt.

 

It’s not like they’d be your friends anyway. You’re not a girl, never were one. There’s too many issues, too many problems, and they’d stop being your friends if they knew the truth.

 

So why did he feel so guilty and ashamed?

 

“Hey, MC!” a voice cut through.

 

The ermine looked up (way up; the speaker was a giraffe) to see his fellow basketball teammate (and fellow superstar), Xenia Chaconas. Xenia had a smirk on her face, as she said in mock sympathy, “I didn’t know you were FIID, MC. You wearing a diaper, too?”

 

“I’m not,” Constantin huffed. “I’m just sitting with them, that’s all.”

 

“You don’t have to sit with them, you know,” the giraffe continued. “You could sit with the big girls and talk with us.”

 

“Yeah, but I just wanted to listen to my music, not talk,” Constantin growled.

 

“Then sit somewhere else!” Haylee snapped at him. “We don’t want you here.”

 

The words cut straight to the ermine’s heart. Haylee was someone who would fight off the legions of hell for someone if they were her friend. To hear that from her…

 

“C’mon, Lee, you don’t mean that…” Krysten twittered nervously.

 

“I do, Krys. She’s not welcome to sit with us anymore.”

 

“Aw…you hear that? It’s almost like they’re talking!” Xenia cooed mockingly, as Constantin reluctantly got up and walked with the giraffe, who sneered, “I’ll come by the nursery to see you three later.”

 

“Hey, MC!”

 

“Yo, MC, what up?”

 

“Howzit goin’, MC?”

 

The words of Constantin’s fellow basketball teammates felt hollow to him; using the initials of his deadname as a nickname was almost too much to bear, and yet…he knew they meant no malice with it; it was all they really knew.

 

They don’t know you. Your old friends did. And they don’t ever want to see you again.

 

The guilt and shame grew in his heart, so much so that he almost wanted to cry. But he couldn’t. Not in front of his teammates.

 

He felt a large arm snake around his shoulders, the hoof grabbing on to him, as he turned to see…Dragan. Dragan Lazarov. The superstar of the soccer team…and his wannabe boyfriend. The impala planted a kiss on the ermine’s cheek, to his inner disgust.

 

“Hey, MC,” the soccer player rumbled. “You doing okay? Xenia’s not giving you too much grief, is she?”

 

“She’s fine,” Constantin said, wanting Dragan to get the hell away from him, he wasn’t interested in boys, he was never interested in boys.

 

“You know, I was thinking about a date, you know?”

 

“Dragan…”

 

“A date it is, then! How about we see that R-rated movie, huh?”

 

Constantin squirmed under Dragan’s gaze. “I’m a little busy…”

 

“Too busy for me? Blasphemy.” A smirk. The ermine hated that smirk. “C’mon, your dad, my dad, we know each other. It only makes sense.”

 

He looked at the impala. Just because their dads played soccer on the same professional team didn’t mean he was interested in Dragan. Not. One. Bit.

 

“I’ve got a lot of other things to do,” Constantin said, a hint of finality in his tone.

 

“It’s a date then! You know where I’ll be.”

 

The school - Frederick Frost High, the biggest public school in Chicago’s suburbs - came into view, and Constantin could not wait to get off, which he did…but out of the corner of his eye, he saw his three former friends get off as well, along with a fair few other obvious FIIDers, saw the two feline caregivers, what were their names, oh, right, Colleen and Carolina Cross, give assistance, and something drew him over to them, as he hid behind the school tree (a blooming oak tree, one of the few trees left after the Fallout), watching Allyson start to cry as her diaper was checked.

 

“Aww, it’s okay, Ally, you’ll get potty training down eventually,” Colleen the caracal cooed, wiping the ocelot’s tear-and-snot-covered face with a wet-wipe in her paw.

 

“Uh oh, looks like we have a couple of other stinkypants on our paws!” Carolina the serval announced as she checked Krysten and Haylee, who both looked embarrassed and on the verge of tears.

 

I…they were my closest friends. What have I done? What the hell have I done? Was this really worth it?

 

Don’t be a pansy. Of course it was! You and them…it wouldn’t have mixed. You’re on the girl’s basketball team. You’re a top basketball recruit in the nation. They’re going back into their second toddlerhood. And you didn’t have a choice.

 

No, you ALWAYS had a choice! YOU chose to leave them when they needed you the most! YOU chose to hide everything about yourself! YOU chose to live a damned lie every day instead of being honest! You deserve EVERY bad thing that comes your way! You don’t deserve true friends!

 

The feelings of guilt and shame tore him up, and he slumped down the tree, starting to silently cry.

 

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Well, here's hoping for the best for Constantin~ Feel free to review, tell me what I did right, what I can improve on, or even something you liked; that helps me, as an aspiring authoress, more than just blind praise.