Chapter 07 – First role change

"What you mean there's no pill for my problem?" shouted Mickey in Dr. Oscar Wulf's office. The dog's eye twitched by the yell, but he tried to stay calm.

"As I said a minute ago, Mr Mouse, the morning sickness, just like the sudden mood change and sensitivity for smells and tastes are normal in your condition."

"Screw my condition!" Mickey pouted as his expression changed, almost burst up in tears "I just want to work..."

"Then better if you accept only easy cases than chasing bad guys." suggested Oscar "Or you want to take your 'maternity holiday' already?"

"H-heck no if I have a chance for it." lowered his head the mouse "I still have many things to do."

"I see... How long we have started this? One month ago?" changed theme Oscar.

"Yeah... something like that..."

"Maybe its time to check your condition." Oscar pointed at the bed. Micky, now in a shy mood took off his shirt and laid down. The dog leaned closer and gently touched the belly. "Oh I think we already have a little shape now. Hmm it seems the period of pregnancy is a bit faster than I expected."

"What you talking about?" raised a confused brow Mickey.

"No need to worry, Mr Mouse. I only mentioned your condition is just great and probably your pregnancy will shorten by a month or two."

"But this will have no effect on the infant, right?" glanced at his belly the mouse worried.

"The baby will be just fine. Now, if we talk about baby... Let's check it, shall we?" Oscar pulled closer the ultrasound system and switched it on. He placed the small, cold head at the tummy and a black and white picture appeared on the screen. "Ah there it is..." the doctor pointed at a small blur "Looks like the serum helped the embryo encase into your abdomen. That's good, very good." Mickey stared at the screen in awe. In the next moment Oscar heard him sniff.

"Need a tissue?" he asked.

"N-nah thanks... I just... wish Minnie would see it..." rubbed his wet eyes the mouse, trying to not cry.

"She will have plenty of times in the future." sighed the dog, scribbling something into his notes "Now, if you not mind, I'd like to make some short test on you..."

Later that day Mickey met up with Minnie at home and told her what just happened. At first Minnie was shocked by the gash her mate had on the face, worried if he wounded seriously. But after Mickey shook off her searching hands and talked about the other news Minnie eased up and hugged the mouse lovingly.

"Oh I'm so glad." she cooed and touched Mickey's belly, making the male blush "Indeed you turned rounder." noted with a smile.

"Next time you must come with me, ok?" stated the mouse.

"Hehe sure." chuckled Minnie, then clapped her hands together "Oh I have an idea! Now, as you became the 'young mother', why not we go and get some clothes for you?"

"Hah?" Mickey stared at her startled "Clothes? Why should I need any?"

"Because, my dear Mickey, soon you need to act like a woman, and with that tummy you won't fit into my dresses." explained Minnie with patience.

"But I still have time! Leave me a bit more." groaned Mickey.

"And go outside when you will be too round? Use your brain please!"

"But Minnie..."

"No 'But Minnie'!" folded her arms the female "Let's go and change clothes." she said and dragged Mickey upstairs, not accepting any kind of resistance.

The scene of humiliation was nowhere else, but at Clarabelle's fashion store. The cow was a very kind female with one tiny little problem. She just couldn't shut that big mouth of hers. She talked with anyone, no matter if the other wanted a conversation or not. Mickey just knew well about her habits. He had plenty of times to hear them from her husband, and Mickey's policeman colleague, Horace. And now he needed to enter into this 'deadly lair'. He sulked a little in the car while Minnie drove, but had no other choice.

"Okay, let's act as we discussed." sighed Minnie when they parked on the other side of the road.

"Sure, sure..." sighed Mickey, then glanced at his mate, gasping "Ehm, Minnie..."

"No, no, right now YOU'RE Minnie." she answered with a chuckle.

"I know but you forgot about your bow!" the male pointed at Minnie's ear. She yelped a soft 'whoopsie' and quickly untied her bow.

"Hehe... thanks..." smiled at Mickey awkwardly " I think we can go now. Our first role change... oh I'm so nervous..."

"So do I..." muttered Mickey and slowly moved out the car "Let's do it quick..." Minnie agreed and, holding each other's hand they entered the shop. A soft bell rang above the door, showing new customers have arrived. A moment later Clarabelle herself appeared. Noticing the mice she showed a wide smile.

"Minnie, dear one!" greeted and hugged the disguised Mickey tight. "I'm so glad you visiting my shop."

"Gah... e-easy there, C-clarabelle. You c-crushing me." groaned Mickey, trying to act a higher voice.

"Oh yes, sorry. But you look so pretty. No wonder people say pregnancy makes the woman more beautiful."

"Hehe, it's already this visible?" chuckled the mouse.

"Yes of course, sugar, you radiating."

"Ehm, excuse me Clarabelle, but we came here to buy some clothes to my mate." interrupted Minnie, imitating the male's voice. The cow blinked for a moment.

"Ah yes, hehe sorry. I'm just so curious and happy you two..." but a sour glance from the mouse stopped her tongue "This way sweeties." sighed and guided them to a small section full with pretty female dresses. Minnie almost squeaked, while Mickey tried to hide a grimace. "Just call me when you need something." told them Clarabelle and left.

"Oh look, Mickey, aren't they cute?" chirped Minnie, taking out one dress.

"Indeed, but please..." Mickey sighed and snatched away the robe "...act a bit more impassive."

"I do, don't I?" asked Minnie, while her head moved from left to right, thinking what should they try first. The other rubbed his temples then snapped his fingers.

"No you don't, hon. You act normal. I mean, you still you. But you need to act like a male. And males aren't interested in pretty things." hearing his words Minnie lowered her head a bit sadly.

"You're right... I'm sorry." put back the dress. Mickey felt guilty and sympathy toward her. In the next moment a hand touched Minnie's and she was gently kissed.

"It's okay, love. You did nothing wrong. And... you know what?"

"What?" the girl raised a brow, Mickey awkwardly smiled back.

"Some secret help would be nice. I don't know which clothes you like." Minnie's eyes sparkled again and hugged her mate.

"Of course I help." whispered gladly. So secretly she chose some dress that might suit well on Mickey, then headed to the changing rooms.

"O-kay... I feel so stupid again." muttered the male inside the room, as he tried to change. Outside Minnie waited patiently. At last he came out in a pretty dress, having a miserable expression.

"So?" opened his arms Mickey. Minnie let out a soft squeak of joy.

"Oh you look so pretty! But please smile. It's not a funeral."

"But yes it is. The funeral of my manhood." he groaned, forcing a smile onto his face. Minnie gesticulated some move how to act, so did Mickey. They spent a long, torturing hour at the shop until they decided some elegant, less frilly and modest dress that Mickey endured to wear.

"Gosh, this was terrible." he huffed, leaning his back against the passenger's seat.

"But we survived it, no?" answered Minnie.

"Y-yeah. I just hope we won't have any worse situation or I run away." this made the girl chuckle.

"You worry too much Mickey. Just relax and enjoy your last weeks."

"Thanks to remember me..." Mickey groaned and began to strengthen his will for the next 'tortures'.

End of chapter 07.