Juliet was now in her twelfth week of pregnancy, and the seven-year-old showed it when she was naked. She didn't show it at the moment though, as winter weather had arrived, resulting in her attire of boots and the thick long overcoat as she walked to school. Juliet did not find clothes comfortable. She would be glad when she got inside the warm school and could ditch her clothes.
Her sisters walked along with her, attired the same, and so did Rorie, who as normal biked to their house and walked the rest of the way. Kerstin was finally leaving her little Dawn home to be watched by their mother, but she was already five weeks pregnant with baby number two. They didn't know yet if Harriet had gotten pregnant from her one night with Rorie, but Juliet would not bet against it. The Lord seemed to like keeping Breedloves pregnant, though their mother seemed to be able to at least put some time between having babies.
They approached the corner to wait for the signal to cross Cherry Street. The school was almost immediately on the other side of that street. As they stood waiting, a van pulled up, stopping even tough its light was green. The back door opened, and two women exited the back, grabbed Harriet, and bundled her struggling form back into the back of the van, before speeding away.
Juliet barely had the presence of mind to obtain the out of state license plates, "GD ANGL5"
She heard Rorie already calling on his cell phone. "This is Rorie Yarborough, I need to report a kidnapping in progress of a five-year-old Conceptionite girl. Violet panel van, may have been previously a sheriff van. Anyone catch the plates?"
"Gee Dee A Nee Gee L 5" Juliet replied. "Florida plates."
"Florida plates, Golf, Delta, Alpha, November, Golf, Lima, Five," Rorie continued. "Currently heading North on Cherry, running light at Jubilee. Kidnappers are at least three. White female about five seven with short straight hair, stocky build. White female about five three with curly brown hair, frosted in front, thin. Driver is a white female wearing a nun's habit, all white. Two are in back with the kidnapped girl, wearing pink jump suits. Do you need me to repeat any of that?
"Kidnapped girl is Harriet Breedlove. I've got two of her sisters with me here. I'll get them both to the school quickly, ma'am. Right. Lieutenant Yarborough will meet us there. Rorie out."
The panel van was completely out of sight now. Juliet wondered if she'd see her sister Harriet again. It had taken more than six years before the three oldest Breedlove girls had been returned to their parents, and it looked like they'd been split up again.
"Come on everyone, we need to get to school, now," Rorie ordered. "Conceptionite girls to the inside of the sidewalk. Victoria, Krystal, keep between the road and Kerstin and Juliet."
Harriet found herself bundled into the back of the panel van. As soon as the doors closed, it sped off, and the three women in the back of the van, all dressed in pink jump suits, secured Harriet enough that they were able to remove her overcoat, leaving her just in her boots, before they pushed her down to the floor of the van. Then one of them started to pry at her Conceptionite band around her head.
"It's on her head really tight," the woman wearing a blue mask around her eyes said. "Hold her head for me." Another woman wearing a black mask around her eyes took hold of Harriet's head, as Harriet began to try to twist out of their grasp. She wasn't successful. "There, it's off. I think it scraped her a bit in the back though."
"That redness where it was is going to be a bitch to hide," the black masked woman said as the third woman removed Harriet's boots. The black masked woman moved to hold her shoulders and sit on her upper legs.
"Not a problem," the third woman with a green mask said. "At least for the outfit we're putting on her."
Harriet stopped struggling against the women, as she felt the van take a tight turn. There was no way she could escape at the moment, and without her band she felt a bit strange. She hurt a bit in the back of her head where the band had pressed against her the hardest. Then she felt a need to cover her not even developed breasts and naked pussy. Her free left hand went down to cover her pussy.
"I think we can start dressing her now," the green masked woman said, pressing a bandage against the back of Harriet's head. "She's stopped struggling now that we've taken off her control band."
The black masked woman got off of Harriet, but Harriet didn't move. She wondered if the woman was right. Could her Conceptionite Band have controlled her? She remembered what had happened when it was put on. She remembered how she'd calmed down and let her mommy undress her. She remembered how she'd once objected to girls being naked and pregnant. She also remembered how she had wanted Rorie to make love to her, and put a baby in her. She remembered how good it had felt to be naked and how Rorie had spent the whole night making her little body feel good as he tried to put his baby in her. Her thoughts were conflicting, paralyzing her from moving.
The blue masked woman slid a pair of long socks that almost went up to her knees onto her feet. Harriet didn't resist as they sat her up and slid a baseball uniform shirt over her head. Then they slid a pair of plain white panties up her legs, followed by pinstriped pants. A pair of brand new Nikes followed, and it was all capped with a Yankee's baseball cap.
"I told you she'd stop resisting once she lost that band," the blue masked woman said, as the van came to a stop.
Harriet shook her head. She didn't want the conflict. These women were taking her away from her true family. The van door opened, revealing a baseball field. "Your name is Henry now," the black masked woman said. "You're going to play catch with John and his family for the next few minutes."
John was about her age and was wearing a Florida Marlins uniform. Harriet didn't see a way to alert anyone, and the field was far enough from everything else that she didn't think she could run, so she took the glove she'd been handed, and played catch. She barely noticed when the violet panel van left, but she did notice. She also spotted where they'd dropped her Conceptionite Band.
When they were done playing catch, John and his family took her to McDonald's for lunch, and they played on the playground. Harriet found herself getting used to wearing clothes again, though the fact that it was a Yankees uniform grated on her a bit. She was actually a Marlins fan, and it wasn't fair that John got that uniform.
She went home with John, and found that she'd be spending the night there, sleeping in the lower bunk. It wasn't until bedtime that John found out that Harriet was a girl. She was offered pajamas, but ended up sleeping nude, removing them in her sleep.
Kerstin wasn't sure how it had happened, but she and Juliet had ended up going home with her brother Rorie instead of home. Her daughter Dawn had been delivered, and was currently nursing from her naked breast as she sat in her old chair in her old room. Rorie had set up both her old computer and his to bring up the various evidence that had been collected from the kidnapping of her sister Harriet. Rorie had bet their father that they would be able to work through the evidence to find their sister before the City Police could.
"The plates on the van actually belonged to a 1992 Pontiac Grand Am, so that's not going anywhere," Juliet said. "The van has been found, on the side of I-75, just after the Golden Gate Parkway exit. Only things in there were Harriet's overcoat, with a bit of blood on it, a bat, and her boots."
"That means somewhere there has to be her Conceptionite Band, as I'm certain it's been taken off," Rorie said, before putting his bubble pipe to his lips.
"What makes you think she's not still wearing it?" Kerstin asked. "It tends to get embedded in a girl's head. Mine has about three inches under my skin now.
"Elementary, my dear sister," Rorie said. "She was kidnapped because she was a recently returned Conceptionite girl. The blood stain on the overcoat confirms it. Harriet hadn't had any of her band covered yet by skin, but it was starting, and when it was ripped off, the back part bled just a little bit. You can see a slight arc on the third picture of her overcoat. I suspect that the band fell out wherever they let her out. Juliet, do we have the address of the stolen plate car?"
"San Damiano Monastery," Juliet replied, working on Kerstin's computer.
"Lee County Schools didn't open today, neither did Collier," Rorie said. "So it wouldn't be hard to hide a child going anywhere, unlike here in Monroe. The Monastery is a red herring. We need to look at baseball fields. Which ones were open for public use in Naples, today? Oh, and any schools nearby."
"Golden Gate Community Park," Juliet said. "Lots of nearby schools. Anything to narrow things down?"
"Look for religious schools, ones that don't allow Conceptionites, limit to Elementary," Rorie said.
"Saint Elizabeth Seaton Catholic," Juliet replied.
"I'm going to see if Dad can get us a new enrollment list," Rorie said. "It will probably take a court order though. I'll let him know about the park too."
"I'm not sure I follow you, Rorie," Kerstin said, as her daughter pulled away from her breasts.
"This group plans," Rorie said. "They hid you and your sisters for years. If it wasn't for Father Michael noticing how much you looked like your mother, I'm pretty sure they'd still be successful with the scheme that captured you. They're not going to do things without planning. That means that Harriet is going to have to be hidden. The getaway vehicle was set up going south, and an hour after they left there was a report of a streaking child in Fort Myers, running across State Route Eighty-Two, and picked up by a blue mini-van. They wanted us looking further North, and thinking that Exit 105 was just the disposal of the get-away vehicle. But they left the bat, and the mud on the back bumper told me more."
"I'd think you were going on a wild goose chase, but I know your methods, Rorie," Kerstin said, putting Dawn down in the bassinet. "Our cousin Tabitha works in the McDonald's in Naples, on Golden Gate Parkway. I'm betting that's nearby, and very popular. Can you find out if she was working today, and if she saw any kindergarten age children who didn't take off their baseball cap?"
"IMing her now," Rorie said. "I hadn't thought of her." A couple minutes passed before he got a reply. "Two boys, one in Marlin uniform, and another in a Yankee uniform. She thought it strange that the one in the Yankee uniform didn't seem to respond to his name when he was asked what he wanted. The boys' names were John and Henry. Passing the information to Dad."
"They made Harriet dress a boy... oh, she's going to hate that," Kerstin said. "She was hoping that you'd get her pregnant and jump start her development so she wouldn't be mistaken for a boy."
"As if we couldn't tell the difference as she was naked all the time," Rorie replied.
"Well, she hasn't entirely forgotten what her classmates said before she returned to being a Conceptionite," Kerstin said. "And just having the pussy, even naked, doesn't stop you from looking like a boy. You don't look down."
It was early the next morning when Rorie woke up from the bottom bunk in his room, intertwined with his sister's sister. Juliet had asked for it last night, and they'd fallen asleep together afterwards. It was the crying of his niece Dawn that woke Rorie, and he could feel the bed shake as Kerstin descended from the top to take care of her daughter. Knowing he was not going to get back to sleep, he carefully untwined himself from Juliet, kissing her brow, and rubbing her just starting to swell with his baby belly one last time.
"Good morning, Kerst," he whispered, before kissing his sister on the lips. He'd gotten a lot better at kissing since his sister had left.
"You keep doing that, and I'll demand my turn," Kerstin replied. "Diaper change. I'll be in the bathroom. Let me know if the Police have found anything."
"The answer is not much," their father said, stepping towards the door. "We did recover her band, in the park you suggested. We're getting a warrant for the roster at Elizabeth Seaton this morning."
Juliet didn't really have a problem spending the day at Rorie's house instead of going to school, or going home. That being said, her worry over her little sister had really made her morning sickness bad. She'd had gotten rather close to Harriet and missed her little sister. It didn't help when Father Michael came by with Harriet's band, cleaned and waiting to be placed back on Harriet's head. Roy's Father had been given it, so it could be put on as soon as she was found.
She wanted her sister back, and now. Not days later. It had already been a week. Stupid court system. Stupid school fighting the court order.
"We're going home now, Juliet," her mother said from the door. "Lieutenant Yarborough is on his way to get Harriet, and we want to meet her at home."
Harriet was not happy with her situation. She'd been dressed in a Catholic School Boy's uniform and sent to Kindergarten. She was a second grader, not a kindergartner. She didn't like that she was apparently now being forced to live with a third set of parents, who didn't like the fact that she slept naked in the same room as a boy. There was a third bedroom in the house. They didn't have to put her in with John.
Harriet had to admit that without her band, she wasn't as sure about her faith. John's mother seemed to think that with time she'd find going back to the way she was. It didn't feel wrong to get dressed this morning, but she really didn't like how the boys clothes were so tight against her body, especially her tender nipples. She still wanted to have Rorie's baby, like her older sisters were having, but wasn't quite sure she wanted it now.
As she sat coloring, there was a knock on the classroom door, and the teacher went to answer it. It was Rorie's father, in full police uniform, accompanied by pair of other officers. He had a Conceptionite Band in his hand. "I am Police Lieutenant Roy Yarborough, and I have reason to believe that this class contains several children that have been kidnapped. If you are not residing with your legal custodial guardians or have their permission to reside where you are, please stand now."
Harriet stood up and said, "Lieutenant Yarborough, take me home to Rorie and my family." There were a half a dozen others in the class standing.
"Harriet Breedlove, what is a second grade genius like you coloring instead of studying?" Rorie's father said, as he approached her and slid the band over her head. "Are you okay?"
It felt so good to have her band back. Harriet knew what she should be now. She'd had her first period, so the Lord had informed her that she was to breed and have babies. She hoped she was already pregnant. She couldn't stand the uniform anymore.
"They made me wear a Yankee's uniform," Harriet said. "And boy clothes. I'm not supposed to wear clothes." She unbuttoned the polo shirt.
"Well, I think Rorie would like you to keep the clothes on for the moment," Lieutenant Yarborough said. "I think you may know why. Plus it is a bit chilly outside today."
Kerstin was very jealous of her little sister Harriet at the moment. Her brother Rorie had undressed Harriet and then proceeded to give the whole family a lesson in how well he could make a girl scream with pleasure. Everyone had watched, even Emma and Fatima. Fatima had even asked when Rorie would do it to her. She was going to have to get dressed sometime just to let him do it to her. The only problem was, she was sure there wasn't a stitch of clothing in the house or her old house that would fit her. She'd grown a bit taller, and her lactating breasts wouldn't fit under of her old shirts. The six weeks of her current pregnancy were not distorting her belly yet, but the first one had pretty much ended her small waist, so the pants she'd left at her old house wouldn't fit.