Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Sissy Story Archives (older stories) => Pre-2011 Sissy Stories => Topic started by: newbaby on January 17, 2007, 11:53:10 AM
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I had been cruising the canals this day for about 5 hours, navigating locks every mile or two and was feeling in need of refreshment; plus I needed stores for the boat. So, at the next lock I knew there was a village close bye and decided I would trundle in and get some shopping and perhaps have a beer or two in the local.
Arriving at the lock I was lucky, another narrow boat was locking up and this lock took two boats, so we locked up together. Halve the effort and when you are as puny as I am all help is welcome.
Upon leaving the lock I found a mooring and secured the boat.
I noticed then a pub that was not marked on my chart and thought I would call in there and have a beer before my trip to the village for stores.
As I entered the building I noticed it was definitely Olde English inside and had little alcoves where you could sit and have a drink and meal nicely quiet and secluded. So, I thought to myself, OK, we will have a beer and luncheon here.
I went to the bar, ordered my pint of ale and asked the landlord if they were still serving lunch, to which he replied they were and suggested an alcove where I should sit. It was I have to confess a little away from the public area, but, I thought, suits me fine, no noise, peace, be able to enjoy my luncheon and beer in peace. I could always join those in the bar after eating.
Having looked at the menu I decided on soup of the day (game soup) and a nice 12oz T-Bone steak with salad and fries.
Within 10 minutes of ordering my soup was delivered along with two crispy rolls and was really delicious. A few minutes after finishing the soup my main course arrived. The steak was really done to a turn, but the landlady asked me if I would like some garlic mushrooms with it and I jumped at that, I LOVE both garlic and mushrooms.
Some 20 minutes later I had devoured a beautiful meal and ordered an Irish coffee, they were making it with an Irish Whisky I love, Bush Mills Single Malt.
Well, about 5 minutes after drinking it, I felt awful and had a sick feeling in my gut. I then started to feel sweaty and as if I was going to faint.
The landlady spotted me and called her husband and he said ‘come on squire, lets get you on a bed and call an ambulance, you look awful’.
This is where things did not quite go right, yes he got me on a bed, but, no, there was no ambulance, just a leering landlady looking at me in a most odd way.
’Don’t worry pet’ she said to me. ‘You are not stopping here; we only select the people for advancement’. Advancement to what I thought. Here I am totally conscious but incoherent and immobile, being told I am to be advanced. Advanced to What? I wanted to know.
After what seemed an age two men came in carrying a stretcher, quickly lifted me on it and put me in what looked like an ambulance. I was soon strapped in, a mask put over my mouth and nose, me thinking it was oxygen, but this ‘oxygen’ made me feel very light headed and left me with a floating feeling. I lost all sense of time.
Eventually the vehicle arrived at our destination, the where or when of I have no idea. For all I know we could have been travelling 10 minutes or 10 days.
Upon arrival I was un-strapped and promptly wheeled into the building and a small room where some people (male, female I know not) undressed me and laid me in a bed where I was then allowed to rest until I awoke.
God, what a head I had, appeared more like I had drunk a whole barrel of beer instead of just one pint and liqueur coffee. This wasn’t just church bells in my head it was a whole Cathedral.
As I lay there letting this wear off I began trying to recall what had happened, and what about my boat.
As my head cleared I thought, well, get up find someone and find out what is happening. First problem, all I could do was wriggle, my arms and legs did not respond to my brain. So, I tried to call out, Baa Baa burb. My tongue was not my own anymore. Panic instantly hit me, WHAT THE HELL HAS HAPPENED TO ME. Have I had a heart attack, stroke or what? I was in tears at the thought of this. What did the future hold for me like this?
Lying in my bewildered state I once again lost track of time, but, at some point two rather nice looking but motherly ladies approached me, they were wearing what appeared to be nurse’s uniforms.
’Hi honey’ one said, ‘I bet you are confused, well do not worry, all is well for you’. Mind racing as it does, thinks, how this can be well, when the nurse spoke again. ‘In your garlic mushrooms darling was a muscle relaxant, you have been chosen to be a little baby girl for someone.’ PANIC!! But once again, feeble movements and baa-baa-burb was my feeble effort.
She cradled me for a few moments and then said ‘it is time to start preparing you, we have to get you all nice and clean and perfumed’.
At this point I was at my all time low (as I thought) but when they pulled the blanket back and I realised I was completely naked, I went a little lower. The two nurses lifted me from the bed and put me on a table, placed this cream all around my beard line to the top of my ears and just said ‘bath time’.
I was then lifted from the table into a wheelchair, wheeled to the bathroom, then lifted out of the chair and placed in a bath full of foaming bubbles that smelled like a baby’s haven. After being placed in the bath the first thing I noticed was a tingling of the skin. However I was left there for around 30 minutes then the nurses returned.
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and that dummy again……… Hells Teeth!! As they lifted me out all my body hair seemed to just slide off, I was totally naked, not a hair in sight. All they said was, ‘There, doesn’t that feel cleaner’.
I was lifted from the bath into a fluffy towelling robe and patted dry before being re-seated in my wheelchair.
I was then wheeled back to a room, NOT the room I had left, this one was more like a nursery, babyish and girly. At this point I went mental, screamed at the two nurses, ‘goo-goo-ba-ba burble’. I really lashed out with my arms and legs, all two to three inches of viciousness.
I was wheeled to a plastic coated table and placed upon it, a strap was placed over my chest and tightened, one of the nurses told me it was to stop me rolling off the table.
It was at this point the stress became too much and I passed out for a few minutes. When I recovered I was still on the table, but now there was a male nurse measuring every part of my body including pen1s length and diameter, although right now it was a sad little thing.
Having completed his task he left. Once again I was left to the two nurses.
’OK’ said one, ‘time to get you dressed’. Thank heaven I thought, shirt and trousers and back to reality. Oh no, Nurse one grabs my legs and heaves them over my head, nurse two, great big dollop of zinc and castor oil cream on my bottom and genitals. Only comment was, ‘do not want you getting nappy rash’. Before I could even think J&J baby powder was being applied in liberal doses. Then my legs were hoisted higher and a cloth was placed beneath me, bought up between my legs filling my crotch space almost to my knees. It was then fastened around my waist, I found I could not close my legs anymore. At this point I heard a rustle and was shown a pair of large plastic baby pants; these were then gently slipped up my legs, allowing me to feel the sensation longer (although there would be ample more times for this). They were then slipped over the nappy and fitted into place.
One of the nurses then took several pictures, put the camera down and proceeded to assist in the next stage. Firstly a pair of white knitted tights was put upon me, then a pair of pink knitted bootees, finished off with a pair a pink Rhumba panties. One of the nurses then lifted me to the sitting position while the other lifted my arms and placed this froth of lace over me, a white multi layer petticoat which buttoned on the left shoulder. My arms were lifted once again and this sea of pink frill enveloped me. This was buttoned at the back and when all done I heard the click of a small padlock being snapped shut, then I heard the pop, pop, pop of poppers snapping shut to close the deep lacy collar of the dress. A dummy was then placed in my mouth, fastened at the back of my head and then I was bonneted. Pink and white and frilly with a large peak that gave what amounted to tunnel vision. Could only see way head was pointing.
God I thought, this cannot be real, then a tinkling sound attracted my attention, Oh no, a baby harness done in pink leather with bunnies and bells on the front.
Duly harnessed I was lifted from the table expecting to be either bedded or back in my wheelchair, no way, it was a baby buggy with the crotch strap that pushes the dress up exposing even more nappy. Not just that but my harness was also clipped to the buggy ensuring I ‘did not fall out’.
All this was done and virtually without a word from either nurse. One nurse then said ‘time for ‘her’ feed’.
I was wheeled from the ‘nursery’ into a dining area where there were several people sitting around, God how embarrassed I felt, but, they all stood up and cooed, smiled and said ‘ohhh is this the new baby?’ My mind raced, what the hell was going on, how could I fight this, tell them all I want to do is go back to my boat. My harness was then unclipped and I was lifted into a high chair, the table set in front of me and a bib placed in front of me and tied about my neck so it protected my dress.
The ‘adults’ first course was served, a delicious looking soup, mine was two Rusk’s soaked in milk which my nurse ensured I spilled some down my front to mess my bib. Why did I agree to eat it? I was ravenously hungry, as if my system had been purged empty.
The ‘adults’ main course was a beef based course, mine was a bottle of formulae with additives. Diuretic, laxative and Oestrogen, but this I did not know at the time.
After the meal I was put in a playpen, once again, baby harness clipped to a set of reigns, but by now my stomach felt like hell, my bladder was bursting and my bowels ached. I suffered this for about half an hour and could stand no more; I tried to scream I need the toilet and once again, goo-goo-baba. It was then it all became too much, everything just let go; my nappy was full from front to back. God, this was SOO embarrassing. My head fell and I began to sob; never had I felt this way before, but, one of the nurses just walked to me and said ‘does babby need changy wangy then?’ In tones one save for babies.
If the crestfallen were indeed fallen, I was going to show them new depths. My nurse simply collected what I now know as my nappy bag, took out a plastic sheet, laid it on the floor, placed me upon it and proceeded to change me in front of everyone. Humiliation piled upon humiliation.
Back in my playpen I was left with dolls, rattles and building blocks, mobiles and assorted babies toys. Why? I know not for I was still wearing these odd mittens that allowed me no grip or anything.
Around 6pm one lady said, ‘time for baby’s bed’, at which point I was taken from my playpen, taken to my room and changed ready for beddy byes. Beddy byes consisted of a one piece, head to toe pink suit, harness attached
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Obviously for many hours I could not sleep, too early for me, also my stomach
was again doing its thing. Bubbling and blooping something awful. Then it happened, all hell let loose in my nappy again and before I knew it my groin area was soaked in urine and baby poo once more. The worst part is I had absolutely no control over this, it just happened. I knew what they were trying to do me but why didn’t I have any control over it.
Nurse eventually came in and changed me once more, this time into a thicker overnight nappy.
The following morning was novel, taken from my cot, stripped and bathed in a mass of perfumed bubbles once more, but this time left strapped to the table for about an hour with simply a nappy placed beneath me.
Then the gentleman who did all the measuring entered the room carrying a case. ‘I think this will stop any masculine feeling’ he said to nurse and proceeded to open the case. What he removed looked like a torture device and eventually proved to be so. He placed the steel waistband around me, put my now tiny pen-is into a steel sheath and closed it all with a shield, which he locked at the front. I was locked into a steel chastity belt. Not satisfied with that, I was then rolled over onto my tummy and he inserted a steel hollow tube into my anus and locked that to the belt too. Now I was chaste and open a**ed too, I had no control of myself whatsoever.
Once more, the zinc and castor oil cream, the powder and this time a thick night-time nappy too. Nurse said had to get used to free pooping and no touching now, a REAL baby girl, even if allowed to grown ups toilet I would have to sit down now to wee-wee.
My boating holiday had truly become a boating nightmare.
From there I was dressed as before except, now I also had babies knitted white tights on and my dress was a pale lemon. My lemon frilled Rhumba panties were put on over my tights and everything was done to ensure maximum visibility of them.
Again my baby harness was fitted and I was put in my baby carriage, taken to the dining room and fed. Two Rusk’s softened in milk and a bottle of formulae.
After everyone had finished dining this morning had a different twist, instead of being put in my playpen a pram was bought in and I was clipped into that. Only thing was I had to lie down as the reigns would not allow me to sit up. The pram cover and hood were put in place, as was the insect net, what is happening I thought. A few minutes later I knew, I was wheeled outside, placed in the shade of a tree and left. Baby was getting an airing. What baby could not see was she was at the front of the house for everyone to see.
I was left on public view for about an hour when nurse wheeled me back in, checked my nappy and told me it is time for school. She told me ‘now you learn to be a baby girl’. I was removed from my pram, taken to my room where the two nurses removed my nappy and I was laid over one of the nurse’s knee. Here I received 20 hard smacks on my bottom with a wooden hairbrush which left me screaming and sobbing. This, I was told is for being a ‘good girl, being a bad girl is a whole lot worse’. I was still crying at this stage and wondered what it would be like if I was bad, I do not want know.
At this point I was told my training was to begin, all that happened was I was fitted with a set of wireless headphones, a bonnet tied over them and then it was music. I was placed in my playpen once again and thought to myself, ‘This is training?’ I thought to myself. What I was oblivious to was the secreted messages hidden in the music and before I began to realise when my nappy was once again wet, but, this time it did not bother me, it seemed a natural thing to do.
This procedure went on for several days and I was now filling my nappies with no qualms, it was what I HAD to do, also if anyone took my dummy (pacifier) from me I burst into tears, I was almost afraid to be without it. My mind inside of me screamed ‘what the hell is happening’ but I appeared powerless to stop it. As much as I wanted to fight it I found myself unable to, and still the music played. What I did not know was hypnotic drugs were being fed to me through my bottles.
This routine was continued for several weeks, awaken, bath, clean nappy, fancy panties, petticoats and dresses, fed and longer and longer walks in my pram. The music eventually stopped, the messages were so well implanted I had no hope of fighting them; I was to all intents and purposes their little sissy girl now. It was also around this time I started feeling warmth in my chest, more sensitive than before, even when I was wearing a nylon or satin petticoat. My nurse noticed me rubbing my chest one morning and said ‘Hun it is time now for you start wearing a little training bra I think’.
The following morning, it was the usual procedure, nappy off, bath and dressed, except this time a white satin training bra was added. Apart from the new sensation of wearing a bra, my petticoat and dress also felt different. After my dress was all buttoned up at the back and locked, I looked down at my chest, and, there for all to see were two little girls budding breasts outlined in the pale lemon satin. My once male chest was now definitely a budding female chest. Two tiny mounds with little points that were definitely feminine. I was mesmerised by this, could not believe it was happening to me. Then nurse lifted my head, put my dummy back in my mouth and placed a bonnet on my head and said to me ‘not much now darling, but you are only a little baby and only need enough to say you are a little girl baby. We will soon have to have some new dresses made for you to allow for your lovely development, the bodice is a little tight now’. I remembered when the bra was shown to me and fitted I was going to try to struggle, but, I remembered the spanking I received for being a ‘good girl’ I did not fancy the ‘bad girl’ punishment as I was sure it would be a whole lot worse.
It was then time for breakfast. I was wheeled into the dining room and placed in my high chair, this time no harness; nurse told everyone it was to show off my new features. After my usual breakfast of Rusk’s in milk and a bottle of formulae (which tasted a whole lot better now that they had stopped using diuretics and laxatives) the lady I had always considered to be the overall head of the institute came to me and told me ‘time now for part two of your training baby’. Firstly young lady we need to give you a name, that will be Annette and next you have a appointment at Monique’s hair and beauty salon. Time to get your hair tidied’. Until now my ever-lengthening hair was kept in a simple pony tail. She called my nurse and told her ‘take Annette to the nursery and take her baby tights off and put her in ankle socks and sandals, then put her in her buggy, she has a appointment to keep’.
After wiping my face clean of all the food I had missed nurse then took me back to my nursery where she changed me according to Madams instructions, put me in my buggy and wheeled me to the car waiting at the main entrance. I was then put in a baby seat and my buggy folded and placed in the back of the car. For the first time in ages I was about to leave this place. The drive to Monique’s took about an hour, all this time I was on public view, particularly in heavy traffic and junctions, I felt totally exposed but no longer embarrassed, it felt natural and this was after all my first time in public like this.
Finally we arrived at Monique’s and I was taken within much to the tittering and odd looks from the ladies already in there. A lady approached, she was dressed very smart and her hair and make-up done to perfection saying to me in a loud voice for all to hear ‘Ahhh!! Here she is’ I have just had a phone call about you young lady. Apparently we are to give you the whole works’. This sounded ominous to me, and more humiliation. ‘Does she stand?’ she asked my nurse. ‘Not yet’ was the reply. ‘No matter’ said the attendant, ‘we can use the special child’s chair I use, that will support her just fine’. I was then lifted into the chair that had straps similar to those in my baby buggy and as a consequence when the crotch strap was fitted it lifted my skirts and petticoats right up showing off my finery beneath to maximum. There were many Ooohs and aaahs, how pretty from the other ladies as my lace went on display.
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My mittens, sandals and socks were removed and my feet put into straps which when tightened held my feet firmly in place, the same with my wrists to the arms of the chair. Getting out of the chair and my situation was out of the question. My hair was then lifted and a pink cape placed around me, the only blessing being it did cover my dress and panties. The lady just told me the straps are purely to stop me wriggling while they do my nails.
I was left in the chair for quite a while why my nurses and the lady discussed what to do, hair colour, style etc. Eventually it was decided I would be mid blonde with a deep fringe and as my hair was passed my shoulders they could do long loose curls.
My chair was turned around and leaned back over a washbasin once again without me knowing my Rhumba panties were on full display to the people in the shop. The process of transformation began, wash, conditioned and then the colouring process. Firstly, peroxide and then after being rinsed the colour itself was applied. A towel was then wrapped around my head while the colour was taking. At this point the lady who had just washed my hair said 'She is a bit smelly, do you think she has done something in her nappy?' She was quite right of course, not that I could stop it now anyway. 'Oh dear' said one nurse, 'do you think we have time to change her before you have to rinse her hair again?'. 'Of course' said the hairdresser. With that my second nurse went out to the car and collected my nappy bag. 'There is however one problem' said the hairdresser 'the only space large enough is here on the shop floor if the other ladies do not mind'. They all nodded their agreement and my heart sank. If I could have kicked and screamed I would have done but all I could do was sob and cry from deep in my heart.
When the chair straps were removed I did try to wriggle and kick, on(v to be told I was being very naughty, then with little effort my two nurses had me on my changing mat. Down came my Rumba's then my sticky and soggy nappy revealing not my manhood has all had expected but that infernal chastity belt shining in all its steel glory. 'Is that a?' 'yes' replied nurse, 'a chastity belt, makes her a real little girl'. By this time everyone was out from under their dryers, away from their sinks and gathered in a large circle around me. At this point nurse lifted my legs high revealing the tube inserted within me also, full of baby poo. This is when I quietly prayed LORD OPEN THE GROUND AND DEVOUR ME PLEEE'EEEASE 'Oh!! That's quaint' said the hairdresser, 'but how do you clean it out?' 'With this' nurse said, producing a sponge on the end of a stick. 'May I suggest something' said the hairdresser. Please do was the reply. 'If you popped her over a bowl we could adapt one of our tap shower sprays'. This being the device they attach to taps and use for washing hair. 'We could take the spray nozzle off and use the jet from the hose and just wash it out into the bowl'. 'What a clever idea' said nurse 'do you have one I could try?' 'Oh yes' was the over-quick reply. Obviously my prayer was unheard, no hole appeared and me now over a bowl having not only the tube but my bowel too flushed out in a hair salon. 'I like it' said nurse, 'an enema every nappy change'.
.My bottom duly dried I was reminded at this point I had been naughty, nurse simply got a hairbrush and gave me 10 severe slaps on each cheek of my bottom which had me crying my heart out once more, then simply said to me,
'there, now you have two more rosy cheeks to match those of your face'. Bright red and more tender than a well tenderised steak. I was then creamed, powdered, nappy and pants replaced without any fuss. I had no fight in me. Back in the chair my hair was rinsed, cut and permed into place. Instead of my usual dark hair I was now a mass of blonde curls. My fingers and toes were done, painted a real baby pink. Then my make-up was applied, a little eye shadow, blusher and mascara, but instead of normal lipstick the beautician suggested a lip stain, lasts a lot longer she said. Nurse was about to replace my bonnet when the shop lady suggested a ribbon instead, so, a lemon ribbon was tied into a huge bow at the back and long tails draped down my back. I sat now looking at the picture of girly innocence looking back at me. Before leaving the salon, nursed asked about some more ribbons in different colours and about the special hose attachments. The shop lady was only too willing to oblige with both. My fate was sealed a little more, more than I could say for my poor bottom
'Has Madam named her yet?' enquired the shop lady. 'Yes' replied my nurse, 'She is Annette' 'Oh my!! Was the reply 'such a pretty name for a pretty little baby girl, please don't call her Anne or Annie'. 'We are not allowed to' said nurse. Then the shop lady said 'I thought Madam was keeping that name for a baby for herself, not adopted babies'. Nurse just looked and smiled as did the shop lady. 'Home from here is it' enquired the shop lady, 'No, Annette needs to have her ears pierced now so she can have nice earrings in' replied nurse. 'Brabens the jewellers do a nice line of baby studs and earrings' said the shop lady. 'That is where we are going, and then on to do some shopping at the supermarket, she needs more cream, milk powder and bubble bath etc.'. 'Better let you get on then, sounds like Annette has a busy day, showing off her new hair-do and all'.
Strapped into my pushchair we left the shop and went towards the main shopping centre of the town. Our first stop was as mentioned, Brabens jewellers where my ears were pierced and a sparkling set of studs fitted. From there we went to Toots the chemist and my baby supplies were gathered, loads of creams, powders and bubble bath etc., even a bottle of little girl perfume which of course nurse had to try out on me in the shop. All this time passing people were smiling at me, blowing kisses and making me feel generally unhappy once more. I was not however prepared to have another 'tantrum' as nurse would not (I think) think twice about taking my nappy down and spanking me there and then. I had had enough public humility for one day. After leaving Toots we went on to Spansbury's supermarket where groceries were purchased, and despite looking the hole I prayed for never appeared 'That is it, all shopping and jobs done' said one nurse to the other. The second nurse then suggested they go for a quick drink before going home, 'that's a good idea, lets call in the Royal Oak, it is only around the corner and on the way back to the car'. Ohhh Noo, I thought, it is bad enough having sober people see me like this, never mind those with alcohol inside them. We arrived at and went into the pub whereupon my carriage was put in a corner out of people's way, but on view and I received some very odd looks and reactions from people. The worst being from a man at the bar, obviously worse for beer that kept blowing kisses at me. Seeing this, my nurse sat with me went to the man, grabbed him high in the crotch area and whispered something to him; thankfully he never bothered me anymore.
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While my nurses were enjoying their drinks I just sat and looked at my now bare toes, bare that is apart from my open toed sandals and the shiny pink polish on the nails that now seemed to shine out like beacons; as did my fingernails. I recalled from my days of manhood when I saw ladies, how polish really made there hands and feet stand out, now mine were the very same. About thirty minutes later we had left the pub and were on the way back to the car. The journey home was quite uneventful.
Upon arrival home I was left strapped into my car seat until all the shopping had been removed and then learned my fate. As I had been a naughty girl was to be taken to Madam directly. Tears began to form at the mere thought. Please God, where is that hole.
Taken from the car we went directly to Madams office where I was put in a playpen, my skirts and petticoats straightened, my hair fussed to take the wind out and my bow ribbon straightened. 'Pretty as a picture' said one nurse. 'Yes' replied the other 'may make Madam go a little easier on her for her naughtiness today'. I thought, WHAT, but I have been punished for that surely, please God, I desperately need that hole.
k you Ma'am for allowing me back.
My nurses waited with me until Madam arrived when they were dismissed. Madam just looked at me and sighed 'Oh dear Annette and you were doing so marvellously well. You realize dear you have to be punished' I wanted to tell her I had. 'It was my hope' she continued 'that next week we could reduce your muscle relaxing drugs and allow you to learn to crawl again and in a few weeks or months be toddling once more. However today's little episode has put a stop to that now for another 6months. You had been doing so well all these months and I was so pleased with you, you have really let me down. However nurse tells me you had a good spanking in the shop so I will not give you another one right now, but, anymore tantrums like this and I may never let you toddle, alright?' I gave a look of meek embarrassment. 'Now' said Madam, 'let me have a good look at my little Annette, my you do look soo pretty and sweet. Laura (I now knew the hairdressers name) has done a marvellous job on you darling, and nurse tells me she even gave her a new way to clean your bot bot today, you must be happy about that pet'. (Up to 6 enema's a day, I am elated I thought). With that Madam disappeared for a moment then returned with a digital camera, 'have to have some pictures of my pretty little Annette baby'. With that the flash went crazy, she must have taken around 30 different pictures of me. 'Now, what we need to do is get nursery to take you to your nursery, clean you and put you in your best pink frock with a nice pink ribbon for your hair and I will have some more pictures of my angel'. With that she summoned my nurses and I was taken to be cleaned and changed, and yes, nurse played with the new toy, enema number two today. All nicely cleaned up, dressed in pink and a large pink bow in my hair, nurse then went to my dresser and got the perfume she had purchased this day and sprayed a little on me. Along with the fabric softener used on my clothes, my talc-um powder and the perfume, I now smelled 100% feminine. Before taking me down, my new studs were swabbed and turned to stop infection.
Upon arriving downstairs in Madams study once more, Madam was waiting. 'Now young lady, we are going to take some pictures then you can have your tea'. I was put in my playpen when Madam looked at nurse and said, 'can't you tighten her waist sash a little more, try to make her new features stand out a little more?'. So nurse came over, and retightened it making me puff my chest out a little more and sure enough, my 'new features' stood out quite noticeably and making me more aware of my bra. Madam then proceeded to take another series of pictures of me.
Madam called nurse over and told her to put my Alice style pinafore on me, two minutes later and my pink dress was all white and frilly. Another series of pictures and Madam said 'All done, take her for dinner now'.
My pinafore was left on but a bib was also put upon me. It was then into my highchair. Dinner I was told was to be a special treat today, no Rusk’s in milk. This left me in a state of wondering what wickedness had they for me now. Instead, a bowl was placed in front of me with baby style pureed food; Oh deep joy when I found it was pureed liver and cabbage. I almost choked at this and a lot of the mess down my bib was not the nurses' fault; it was awful. My usual bottle followed this, which at least was a taste I was used to now.
Beddy byes came and went once more and the day began pretty much as usual with the exception of the now routine enema, which my nurses spent particular attention too ensuring I was spotless' both externally AND internally. Today I was allowed to be as boyish as I have been since this all began a new pale 'blue' dress with matching bow and white knitted tights. By now my harness was being left off more and more as my breasts began to develop, so it was only the straps in my carriage that held me today. This meant of coarse I was allowed to sit more upright.
I was more than curious as to why after all the fussing over my toenails the previous day I was suddenly back in my white tights. This was answered during breakfast (2 Rusk in milk plus formulae). Madam had decided that as it was Sunday my nurses could take me for a stroll around the local park, which is only about 3 mile away, but because it was a cool day outside tights would be warmer. Also she told my nurse to put my matinee coat on me; and a blanket for my pushchair just in case it turned cold. The horror of being pushed around a public park in my pushchair was not a pleasant thought, but I later found out I was to be wheeled there too. Quick calculations in what was left to me of my mind worked it out as brisk walking pace, 4mph, therefore 3 miles each way equals 90 minutes. Time in park, have to allow at least 1 hour, perhaps even 2, a total time of almost 3.5 hours and with at least one nappy change; at least it will be without that horrible spray this time but in a very public place. Of course, nannies do not rush when showing off babies so I envisaged well over an hour each way walking and a good 2 hours in park taking the 3.5 hours up 5hours. This was looking very much like a two nappy trip. Please God where is that hole I prayed for yesterday. Nurse disappeared for a few moments and then returned with a knitted matinee coat for me and quickly put it upon me. When I saw it I thought, this is pretty, I was all white except for a blue ribbon at the neckline, which after the
buttons were done, up was tied in a nice bow beneath my chin. Again, what bit of mind that was mine went into overdrive, My God I thought, I just thought this is pretty, I really am losing it. I was put into my pushchair and prepared to be taken out for walkies and began to wriggle and struggle, 'What is the matter with my baby' asked Madam I began to cry and reach out when nurse said 'Oh! I wonder if she wants her teddy bear' (This is the teddy bear I usually 'had' to sleep with). 'Go fetch it for her' said Madam, 'this could be a very' encouraging sign'. My nurse went for my teddy bear and gave it to me and I settled down once more. My mind screamed; what are you doing? But all I heard was Madam and nurse saying 'Ahhh how cute, she missed her teddy bear'.
I never considered my teddy bear worth a mention until now, as it was on(y something given to me whilst in my cot. However, now it appears I need her (yes, it is a girl teddy) with me more often.
Happy now I had Ba Ba (teddy's name) with me, for some reason the trip to the park no longer seemed so perilous. It was decided whilst going to the park I would wear my harness in my pushchair and when it was put on me I really could feel my femininity. Almost as if the bunnies embossed on my harness were caressing my developing bust.
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All duly snuggled into my push-chair we commenced the long walk down the drive from the house to the lane and on to the park. As my worst fears had imagined it was slow and show off time. We seemed to stop every two minutes for people to look and I wondered if we were ever going to get there. However, eventually we did arrive at the park, lots more viewing but fortunately for me during the long walk / had fallen asleep so missed all that attention.
My nurses found a spot with a large sprawling Oak tree and as it was still quite sunny and reasonably warm decided to stop and rest. One said 'do you think it is too cool to let Annette have a little stretch in the sun' 'No' was the reply, so a blanket was laid out in the shade and I was laid upon it minus harness allowing natures little mounds to show once again.
I lay there in the shade with Ba Ba quite happy when all of a sudden this elderly spinster looking lady came into view, startled me and I pushed some poo into my nappy. 'Oh my' she said, 'how sweet and such a lovely teddy too, doesn't she look so pretty and contented'. My nurse replied, 'Yes, but I think it is time she was changed'. The dear sweet spinster lady said 'Ohh!! May I? I have never had children of my own; I am unable. I would love to if I may' And, nurse being such a sweet person (I think not) said 'of course, Annette would love that, I will get her clean nappy, cream, powder and wipes for you'.
Ohhhh please God; give me the hole. Instead while nurse was obtaining all my necessaries from my nappy bag the 'dear' old lady was stripping me. Of course, once my nappy was removed my shiny steel knickers shone in the sun like a new star. 'Ohh!! I say' she said, 'you DO keep her protected don't you'. 'Oh yes' replied nurse, nothing too good for our baby girl. 'Real steel too' said the old lady. She looked at me and said' you should think yourself lucky young lady that they care so much for you'. If I could have goo goo'd any louder she would have heard me, my mind screamed.
In a very professional way she cleaned me applied my cream (commenting to the nurse she still used zinc and castor oil, none of these new fangled things) powder and thick nappy, pulled my plastic pants up and then my Rhumba's. Sitting me up she then proceeded to straighten my skirts and petticoats. 'Bet you feel better now darling' she cooed. All I could do was turn red, hug Ba Ba and suc-kle my dummy.
That all done nurse looked me closely and said 'would Annette like an ice keam' I replied in the only way allowed to me, a excited little wiggle. 'Bless her, what an angel' said the old lady, 'how well she understands for a baby'. My nurse went off and got everyone a ice cream, mine being slowly spoon fed to me of course by the old lady. There I was, with bib and this little old lady with spoon of ice cream for me in one hand and lavender perfumed hanky in the other catching my dribbles. I tried to say thank you and got as far as ba ba gooo. She looked at my nurses and said 'do you know, I think she is trying to talk'. 'Bless you darling' she said to me.
Ice cream being only semi solid and my system being only used to semi liquid diets of course the ice cream soon became liquid and passed straight through my system into the collective nappy once more and aroma's arose. 'Oh dear' said the old lady; 'I think she has poo-poo'd once more'. 'Yes' replied nurse and she knows it is naughty to do it twice so soon. No more to do, she took Ba-Ba from me, took my dummy out and I began to sob broken hearted baby sobs. I had lost my two closest friends. 'My dear, how is she expected to control herself with that permanent hole'. 'She is not, but she is also not expected to soil her nappy as quickly as this, she will be punished'. My lower body part was duly stripped, I was put over nurses knee and received twenty hard slaps with a hairbrush. Cleaned, creamed, powdered and nappied once again. I was put into my pushchair still sobbing my heart out, my harness put on and clipped in. The kindly old lady came over and placed my dummy back in my mouth, gave me Ba-Ba back and I settled down again, just quietly sobbing to myself.
'Time to take her home now' said nurse turning my pushchair around in the direction for home. 'I wonder' said the elderly lady 'if it would be possible to visit Annette occasionally, she is such a sweet baby'. Nurse replied, 'I am not sure, I will ask the Mistress of the house, I will let you know'. With that the old lady gave my nurse a card and said 'please do '.
It was getting cool now, so before we journeyed home nurse put a blanket over me and the pushchair hood up and covers on.
Once home I was taken to my nursery, stripped and taken to the bathroom where I received my usual bubble bath, thorough cleansing and 'enema'. From there taken back to my nursery and dressed ready for tea. This time however it was not a dress, it was my nightclothes, overnight nappy and baby doll style nightdress. I was sat in my highchair, my bib placed upon me and the table clipped into place. Although I had my dummy, Madam noticed I was still fidgeting, 'What's the matter with Annette' she asked, 'perhaps a tender bottom, she had it slapped today' nurse replied. 'No' said Madam, 'fetch Ba-Ba for her'. Once I had my teddy I was content once again. Brain once more in overdrive saying to itself, THIS CANNOT BE TRUE. But, I was content.
Tonight's tea was a special treat, pureed chicken and parsnip, for once I actually enjoyed the taste. Madam said to me 'Is babby enjoying den' and I wiggled with excitement. Hells teeth screamed my brain, you can't, T-bone steak and a pint is yours, but I was really enjoying my chicken and parsnip which of course was followed by my bottle of formulae.
Whilst we were dining nurse told Madam of the elderly spinster we met in the park and the interest she had shown me, she also told her that she would like to visit, gave Madam the card given her and said if it was possible for visits would Madam please ring her and let her know. What sort of person did she look like asked Madam, kindly and elderly spinster type said nurse. Really took a shine to Annette. 'Hear that darling?' Madam said to me, 'you have a lady admirer'. I just kicked and wriggled in my highchair trying to show excitement.
Madam must have rung her because the following Saturday I was dressed in my prettiest pink and white dress, swishiest petticoats white tights and frilly pants, my pink and white matching mittens and bootees. I was very carefully fed at breakfast, ensuring no dribbles even though I did have my bib on.
I was totally confused with all the fuss.
About an hour later all was answered when the doorbell rang and in walked the kindly old lady. At this point one of the nurses put my coat on me, my harness then a bonnet on my head forming a big bow under my chin. I was then strapped in my pushchair. The weather was not good so the cover was put on and the hood up then wheeled into the hallway and left. Shortly afterwards the spinster lady came through, looked at me and said ‘Are we all ready for our day out then?’. Madam came and said to the lady 'Hello Susan, she is all ready for you', handing her my baby-bag, ‘everything you need is in there, spare nappies, panties, there is also 3 bottles if you can get them warmed’.
Once outside I was wheeled straight to a waiting car where a driver stepped out and took me from my pushchair and placed me in a special seat in the back of the car and strapped me in. All the signs were for more than a stroll in the park.
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We drove for about one and half-hours ending at this rather large house standing in it’s own grounds; perhaps the old ladies home. The car stopped at the main entrance and a butler looking person who proceeded to the car, opened the door for the lady and then helped the driver place me back in my pushchair immediately opened the door. Obviously I was expected, as there was no surprised look at all. I was wheeled into the house, to a very bright conservatory at the rear where a large playpen awaited me. The little old lady came in, released me from my pushchair and proceeded to take my reigns and coat off. I was the given a bottle they had prepared and lifted into the playpen.
’Right my little darling’ said the lady. ‘I am your new Aunty Susan and you are staying with me for the whole weekend, and we need to make a change or two.’ In a matter of minutes I was transferred from the playpen to a nursery room whereupon a maid who was waiting there proceeded to take my clothes off me. Sat only in my nappy and pants I was then left alone for a few minutes now in a state of total confusion. It was only about thirty minutes later when Aunty Susan came in with the Butler person; he was carrying a small box in his hand. ‘Right darling’ said Aunty, ‘We have here a large paddling pool but of course you cannot go in wearing a nappy, so, Charles here is going to remove that horrid tube you are wearing in your botty’. I was then laid face down on a changing table, my nappy lowered and Charles then proceeded to fiddle for a few minutes, then luxury of luxuries, I felt that torture device being removed for the first time in many-many months. Aunty Susan then went on to explain I have to keep my nappy on now to allow my bot bot to close. Unfortunately though she was so taken with the chastity belt it was decided that had to remain. At least I was rid of that beastly plug for now.
Aunty Susan then called her maid back and instructed her to bathe me and dress me once more. All bathed and back in the nursery I could not see my dress or slips. However I was firstly put into a nice thick fluffy nappy and plastic pants once more, then the maid went to a large built in wardrobe and opened the doors to reveal a mass of dresses and slips. She picked a pale lemon dress with matching petticoats and proceeded to dress me. With white tights and pale lemon bootees and lemon ribbons I was almost dressed. Aunties maid spent quite a long time fussing with my hair getting it just right and sprayed a little perfume over me which gave me a definite little girly smell. When she was happy everything was just right she then called Aunty who came in and said, ‘don’t we just look a heavenly picture?’ Then turning to her maid said ‘put her reigns on dear, we can take her outside for a little while’. ‘Perhaps her coat too Ma’am, it is a little cool out’ said the maid. Expecting her to fetch my coat, but no, back to the wardrobe and returns with coat to match my dress, which she put on me, then finished with a bonnet and reigns. ‘Oh’, said Aunty, ‘better change her bootees for Mary-Jane’s if she is going outside’.
Once outside I was lifted from my pushchair and with the Butlers help and support allowed to walk my first steps in over a year. It felt marvellous even if my dress was tickling my legs through my tights. Also being able to move without having that horrid plug always reminding me of its presence was fantastic.
Having had a few minutes toddling I felt quite weary and had to sit, but before I could a blanket was put down first to protect my new dress. It was now around 1pm and Aunty Susan suggested we have lunch because she wanted to take me shopping for a bathing costume and a surprise she had for me.
It was about 1.45 when we set off.
First stop was a clothing shop where Aunty purchased a one piece and two-piece swimming costume for me, the bottom of both having a small skirt for practical reasons. She also bought me one of those caps girls use to keep their hair dry. Next stop was a toyshop where Aunty let me pick a new dolly and some accessories for her. ‘Now for that huge surprise I promised’, said Aunty and we returned to the car.
We drove on for around an hour and stopped by a river, I though we were going to picnic, but no, put into my pushchair and safely strapped in we went toward the river and as we went around a corner I saw her, ‘Nemo’, MY BOAT. Aunty looked and smiled and told me, ‘she is mine now darling, so we will be able to go for rides, that will be nice won’t it?’ We stayed there for several minutes, me wriggling in my pushchair all excited and Aunty saying, ‘Darling, you will never be grown up enough ever again to own her again, but Aunty Promises she will take Annette for rides’. At this point tears came to my eyes and I sobbed. Aunty gave me my dummy and new dolly whom I hugged so tightly for comfort. We then returned to the car for the journey to Aunties home. Even as the chauffer was lifting me back into my seat he whispered ‘not to worry sweetheart, you will get to ride in her again, we promise’. He then strapped me in gave me a little kiss on the cheek and drove us home, me sobbing quietly all the time in the back.
Once back at Aunties house I was taken indoor’s placed in the playpen while Aunty and her maid prepared tea and things. Before dining however, maid had one job to do first; unfortunately my nappy was in need of changing. Aunty suggested to her as she had to change me, prepare me for bed too, so it was into a really frilly white nightdress and little matching housecoat that covered my nappy now.
I noticed Aunty was a little unorthodox in many ways and one of them was that when she dined, so did the staff, everyone dined together, even I was there perched in my high chair suc-king at my bottle after Aunty had fed me. After the meal I was feeling tired so Aunty said to her maid, ‘Put Annette down will you and do not forget night-time nappy and harness’.
It had been a quite exciting day for me and I was wishing if only I could talk, I could ask Aunty how she knew I used to own Nemo. A question I was never destined to know the answer too. Then it was only a few minutes before I was dreaming sweet baby dreams, something I did quite easily these days. It was while I was actually going to sleep I thought how much I liked my new Aunt, how much I would love to live with her away from those nasty nurses. Then I was away, suc-kling on my dummy for all I was worth.
Morning came and the maid was soon in attendance and bathing me. I was soon dressed, this time all in soft peach and wafting that lovely perfume everywhere once more. My harness fitted the Butler appeared and said ‘come on darling, time for a little walkies again’ He then supported me and I again tried walking my few steps again. Seeing how tired I became he just picked me up and carried me to my high chair clipped me in all ready for breakfast.
A few minutes later, Aunty arrived and said ‘My, my, look at my little puffball this morning, gosh she looks pretty’. We had breakfast and Aunty then went to one side and had word with her maid, I heard mention of nappy and how clean etc., seems she was trying to determine if I would be safe in a swimming costume and out of a nappy for an hour perhaps. Of course, I had messed my nappy but her maid said she thought I might be able to hold for an hour so it was decided I should try one of my swimming costumes later in the morning. When Aunty told me I gave my excited wriggle. This would be the first time I am sure in over a year that I would be without a nappy for a short period at least. Still very girly but free of my nappy for a little while.
’Joyce’ called Aunty, this I found to be the maids name, will you change Annette for me please’ ‘Certainly Madam, will the chastity belt be remaining on?’ ‘Oh yes’ replied Aunty, ‘unfortunately we do not have the key for that’. I was then taken to my nursery where my nappy was removed and my one-piece costume put on me, no bumps showing under the skirt but two nice mounds showing on my chest. Odd though it may seem I actually now felt naked and quite nervous, worrying now about soiling my costume. Charles the Butler came to my room and helped me to the paddling pool and sat me in it, I was sooooo excited I just did what babies do, I wriggled and wiggled and splashed and became unfortunately over-excited and let myself down. Once again, Annette was in tears but being soothed by Aunty saying it was not baby’s fault, something I had to learn, plus it was only a few hours since that horrible device was removed from my botty.
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As the day progressed and everyone tried to entertain me I could not help a feeling of depression, which of course became quite noticeable so Mommy made Joyce put me to bed early as punishment.
The following morning I was again cleaned and left in just a nappy and camisole top, but also harnessed to my cot. Shortly afterwards the man returned with Mommy, my fate was about to be sealed forever. He was showing her this short tube about 20mm in diameter which he said can have a slim plug fixed into place rendering it leak proof. This was when Charles walked in, he lifted me onto my changing table, face down and held me quite firmly while my nappy was removed, I tried to protest but was no match for Charles or the rest. Fixing the ring into my anal passage only took a few minutes and the man assured Mommy the special adhesive used IS PERMANENT. I was then rolled over onto my back and the locks to my chastity belt were removed and the next two clicks I heard were, I think the loudest clicks I had ever heard in my life as the locks with no keys were fitted in their place. ‘There darling, all done and safe now, a few hours and we can have you in the paddling pool, won’t that be lovely?’. When I was dressed this time I noticed strangely the pins to my nappy also had little locks and the waistband to my plastic pants was locked. Joyce said ‘it was to stop me trying to take my nappy off and take the new ring out, and that it was only temporary as were the thumb less mittens’. I was assured after a few hours I would be back in normal nappies and pants but for now I had to stay in these.
I could see Joyce was not happy with having to do it to me and she could see how depressed I was and promised me a special, special bath later and then a really special dress and a surprise. Aunty was then saying ‘come on petal, let Charles take you to your room so Joyce can get you all cleaned and sorted again’. One hour later I was all bathed, perfumed and looking like a peach puffball once more, my bottom all protected in thick nappy and pants. I also felt ‘right’.
The rest of the day was spent with me playing with Ba-Ba and my new dolly from Aunty whom I did not have a name for just yet. Aunty and Charles were very busy during the day, so it was left to Joyce and Robert, the chauffer to look after me really. But then Aunty called Robert away saying she had to go out, which made me panic a little, but she assured me I would be all right with Joyce and Aunty would be home soon.
Joyce then said to me ‘tell you what honey, let me put your coat on you quickly and we will let Charles put you in your pushchair and I will take you for a walk’.
That all said my coat was soon on and my reigns and in minutes I was all strapped into my pushchair and as Aunty and all drove away in the car, Joyce wheeled me towards the village. The lane to the village was lovely, tree lined and we passed a few folk who made comments of how sweet and how pretty, one elderly couple even stopping to talk to Joyce for a few minutes and the lady saying ‘how sad it is that not enough mothers take enough time to feminize their daughters these days, leaving them so tomboyish’. Oblivious to the fact I was still male in body.
Upon arriving at the village, Joyce decided to stop for a drink, so, she found the local Inn, which had a lovely beer garden and allowed us to sit outside. When the landlady saw me she said to Joyce ‘doesn’t baby want a drink?’ ‘Only meant to be out a few minutes’ Joyce replied, ‘never thought to bring her bottle’ ‘Not to worry’ said the landlady ‘I will loan you one of my grandsons, how does she like her mix?’ All this sorted; Joyce was enjoying her G&T while I had a nice warm bottle of formulae and loads and loads of fuss.
We remained there for about an hour when Joyce decided I had had enough excitement again and began wheeling me home but this time a different route, we went the long scenic route home which took us about 45 minutes. All this time, bottle and excitement took it’s toll on me, by the time we arrived at Auntie’s home I had seriously filled my nappy and Joyce was only too pleased to get me changed.
After being changed, Joyce placed me in my crib to rest, as I would soon be travelling back to Madams house. I was soon asleep but a troubled sleep thinking of the journey back and those horrible nurses that loved to beat me.
I did not hear the car return and no one disturbed me, as I was asleep and according to Joyce ‘A picture of innocence’.
When I awoke and made my murmurings Charles and Joyce came in and Joyce checked to make sure I was clean and dry, after confirming I was Charles lifted me out of my crib and I was carried downstairs, strapped into my highchair, given a bottle and told to be a good little girl as Aunty has another surprise for me. The excitement was too much and it had been an hour or two since my last change, but I just could not stop it, nappy soiled again. Joyce just grimaced and said, right young lady, it is change down here and true to her word, I was changed, in front of everyone. Blushes galore for me.
It was then that Aunty came to me and said, ‘I have a super surprise for you darling, you know we have just been out, well, I went to see your Mummy and now I am your Mummy, I have adopted you darling, Happy?’ Turning to her staff she said, ‘it cost me £5,000 but I wasn’t going to allow to go back there. So people, we have a full time baby to look after.’
Happy! Confused is a better word, as much as I liked it here I still had visions of returning to a normal life and yet was being traded around like a loaf of bread.
’There will be some changes of course, no more horrid tube in botty, but we do have to sort something, it is obvious you are too weak there to control yourself so we will get something made to help you. Chastity belt remains and I will have some new locks made for it, it is something you will have for the rest of your life darling. Also you will remain in nappies except for the little periods in the paddling pool we will have. The rest we will sort as we go along, but, sweetness, welcome to your new home’.
Next day saw the start of my new regime, bathed, placed in my nappy and a camisole top and oddly that was all for around an hour when Mommy entered my room with a man. They came over to me, placed me on my changing table and my nappy was removed, the man then proceeded to inspect my chastity belt, made a few notes whereupon I was rolled over on my tummy and he inspected my back passage very thoroughly much to my embarrassment. Once all this was done they left and Joyce then proceeded to dress me properly, this time in a very pale lavender ensemble, after which we went down to the dining room for breakfast.
While Joyce was feeding me Mommy proceeded to explain the reason for the visit to me, she wants me to be able to wear my costumes in the paddling pool, so, because I was unable to control myself she is having a special ring made which can be plugged when it is costume time but open for the rest of time ensuring my need for nappies. Also it is to be permanently fitted inside so it cannot ever be removed. As for the chastity belt, the new locks will be of a type that has no keys; this she tells me is to keep me safe always. I felt my heart sink again as I now realized my situation was to become permanent and once fitted with these devices no chance of ever returning to a normal life. I had to finally accept that this is my life now.
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Joyce then returned me to my cot gave me Ba-Ba my teddy bear and just said to me ‘rest now little one, soon be busy time for you’. I was then harnessed in and left to my thoughts, which were not happy ones right now. All I had was a mental picture of that ring becoming more and more permanent as the minutes ticked by and me now a permanent slave to nappies. I did eventually however manage to doze off for a while.
The next thing I knew was Mommy coming into my nursery with a bottle for me and while feeding it to I explained how things were now going to be so nice for us all. For a start she told me, you will have your own Nanny to look after you and teach you all you need to know about being a good little girl, that she would take me for walks and have all sorts of fun. I just suc-kled on my bottle trying to absorb all this.
When the time came for me to be taken from my cot and dressed, Joyce had been right about the bath, it seemed to last forever, it was highly perfumed and there were zillions of bubbles. Joyce washed my skin over and over to make it really soft and pink and then when dried off, oils were rubbed all over me. Then came the powdering, another all over thing. With a good coating of zinc and castor oil cream duly applied all around my sexless region I was powdered and nappied. This time normally. The pants were white as was all my underwear, but I noticed this time the petticoats did not stick out as usual but were long and flowing, in fact they reached my feet. Then came the dress, it was a gorgeous white satin dress, very babyish. It was a christening dress. Joyce then explained this was the surprise, Mommy had arranged for me to be ‘formally’ christened Annette Louise. It would be a private ceremony in a small church with an understanding minister. Later I found out the minister is Mommies Sister.
Once dressed I was taken to the dining room, my bib put on me and then safely placed and secured in my highchair ready for a light snack before going to the church for my renaming ceremony. My meal consisted of a small dish of pureed chicken and a bottle of formulae.
Having finished my meal and everyone else had had theirs it was time to get ready to go to the ceremony. Instead of my usual coat this time I was wrapped in a large white crocheted shawl, then carried by Charles to the car and strapped in to my seat at the back.
The journey took about an hour during which time I realized this was the end of my old self and the start of my new person. The ring binding me to nappies for all time and the chastity belt keeping me forever sexless, and now, a new name too to start the new chapter of my life, as Mommy said, my new birthday. Despite being called Annette all these months I had never thought of it as my name, but now would be different, it would be in a register in a church and the service a permanent imprint on my mind.
I fear the bottle I was fed must have been drugged, for when we arrived at the church I was carried in and the ceremony went off without so much as a murmur from me, I found myself totally incapable of any struggle. All I could do was lie there and let all this happen. The vicar going ‘I name this child’ and all the Holy Water thing, then turning and asking the gathered people ‘Who will be this child’s Godparents and ensure she lives unto the way of the Lord’. YES I even have Godparents too, Joyce and Charles offered to do this, it was indeed a real christening.
The service was about 30mins and afterwards everyone gathered for the ‘Family’ pictures, me being the Prima Donna of course, every shot had yours truly in.
I thought this was going to be about 5 people, Mommy Susan and staff, but, no. Mommy had invited friends and relations too; I now became part of the whole family from far and near.
The service finished and all pictures taken, pinching of cheeks and goo goo’s said it was time to return home, BUT not until Joyce, after commenting upon my aroma said to Mommy, ‘Think I had better change her, would the vicar have a room we could use do you think?’. So off goes Mommy to find her sister and within minutes I was on the church floor (blanket and plastic sheet protecting me of course) with my dress up and nappy off. Joyce then says, ‘I could do with some water’ and Mommy’s sister said ‘there is a font full there, use that, give her new sex a blessing too ha ha haaaaa’. Mommy laughed too saying ‘what sex? She has none’. Then her sister turned around and said in a serious tone ‘I simply adore the idea of those steel knickers sis, can she get them off at all?’ to which Mommy replied, ‘No, no-one can, they like her bondage to nappies are forever’.
My nappy changed and me dressed again I was returned to the car and we all returned home, only this time there was a convoy, family coming too.
Once home I of course was taken to my nursery and stripped down to my nappy and pants. Joyce then put my bra on me as I was not allowed it for my christening. So, there I sat in nappy, white plastic panties and white satin bra waiting who knows what? I did not have to wait long, Mommy came in and said to Joyce, ‘put her in the new white dress dear, after all it is her first birthday’ With that Joyce came across to me with this dress that was pure heaven, soft and shiny, lacy and frills everywhere with a million miles of petticoats and slips. It looked divine. It was put upon me and I can only say I felt a million pounds, I was in my little baby heaven, a pure white Puffball just for Mommy. Not a hint of pink or any other colour, just white. With my white tights, bootees and bonnet Joyce simply said ‘Honey you look like a little snowflake waiting to fall and make people happy’ She then got Charles to put me in my pushchair, gave me a white dummy, Ba-ba and I was then wheeled to the reception room.
Amid the feast of Oooh’s and Aaaaah’s, kissing, cuddling cheek pinching and dress tweaking was me. I think I had more lipstick on my face than on my lips, my new dress looked a complete mess and my Rhumba panties were it appeared the main attraction as all the fussing had lifted my skirts so high that is about all anyone could see. Amid all my trepidations I was secretly enjoying this. I had to; IT WAS THE REST OF MY LIFE. The hours now passed since the fixing of the ring in my anal passage now ensured it could never be removed without major surgery and as the man said at the time, ‘that would leave me needing nappies anyway, cause too much damage trying to remove it’.
My birthday menu consisted of pureed liver, cabbage and carrot followed by a bottle of formulae. I was then allowed a piece of my birthday cake, which of course was chopped up small but made a wonderful change even though before all this happened I absolutely HATED marzipan. But I thought, real food, God knows when I will ever taste it again, IF ever. While Joyce was feeding me my birthday treats she was also explaining to me that because Mommy is not a young lady anymore and Charles, Robert and herself had their duties to carry out as well as look after me, Mommy was getting a Nanny for me and she would be arriving in a day or two. I was feeling a little anxious, too much to absorb in such a short time. Joyce said ‘don’t worry pet, we will still be here somewhere’.
I began to feel a little drowsy now, but Joyce told me it was a sedative she put in the bottle to stop me getting over excited. She tidied me up in my pushchair, moved me to a quiet corner where I was allowed to doze but still on full view of everyone.
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I do not know how long I dozed for, but when I awoke I was in my cot in my bedclothes and my nappy was soaked and full. I began to make blubbering noises and quiet little crying noises knowing this had happened and I had no choice. It was then Joyce and Charles appeared with their smiles saying, ‘come on petal, It’s time you did this’ Apparently it was still early evening but I just succ-umbed to everything.
I looked a little confused as to how they had heard me and knew of my distress, then Joyce told me, ‘Mommy has had a sensitive baby monitor installed in the room darling, any problems and we, or your new Nanny when she arrives will know immediately’. The walls were closing inward all the time, I could not even murmur into my dummy without it being known.
Joyce then proceeded to strip me ready for a change, but this time, cleaned me and then put me in a extra thick nappy which confused me as I usually go the night night on just thick ones. Then it was plain white plastic pants and instead of a nice nightdress it was an all in one sleeper buttoned at the back. Yes it was pink, but it was Terry Towelling, not my usual satin. Also, it had bootees and mittens all part of the sleeper, this was completely different. When our eyes met she just told me instructions babe, instructions.
What I did not know was that whilst I had my nap, NANNY had arrived. She had seen me whilst I slept and told Mommy ‘Yes, I can look after the child, but her discipline is mine, her charm and grace are mine, and I will in a very short time give to you a loving daughter, is this fine?’
Mommy agreed of course as all she wished was for me to be a fine and loving daughter. Pretty, polite and the feminine daughter that nature never allowed her to have. She was sadly born sterile and over the years decided she wanted a sissy daughter that she could keep young and babyish. Someone that she would never allow to grow up even if it meant regressing the right person, and here I am. Annette Louise, 100% chaste, 100% dependant upon nappies, now legally Annette Louise and now totally dependant upon what she provides for me. My mind still screams Hells Teeth but I have to search deeper and deeper to find this. It is almost as if every time I fill my nappy I lose a little of myself and not just tummy contents.
It was a troubled sleep I had on the night of my first birthday. When I awoke and made my little murmurings as was my habit now I was confused for a moment, reigned in, cot sides fully up to the locked position and wearing a pink terry all in one. I wriggled for a moment and realised my nappy was full so relaxed, but, not for long as another gush of warm liquid hit my nappy. All I recall is trying in my babyish way going ‘Oh nooo’ into my dummy, but of course it comes out sounding quite alien, but who cares, I have my nappy to keep me safe. It’s happening again, I am succ-umbing to this, where is my hells teeth now I need them? Same place as the hole I asked god for I suppose.
My murmurings never went unnoticed for a few moments later Hells Teeth arrived, this Leviathen, this thing that made Russian Shot Putters look like Olga Korbett was hovering over me and saying, ‘Ahhh, pretty one, we meet, I am your new Nanny’. I now knew by the fact God had not provided the requested holes but this instead he hated me. I could not foresee huge amounts of giggles and happiness which I would gladly give to Mommy and Joyce right now if allowed out of the clutches of this, this, well, yes, this.
I am Nanny Helga she tells me and I am to look after you, keep you clean, dressed appropriately, teach you how to be a god little girl, but I think firstly we should take you back a little more to say 1 year old, then you grow to be good baby girl. Also talking to your Mommy last night she tells me you have not been looked after properly in the wee-wee department, they have not taken your man juices out. This has to be done to stop them poisoning you, you know. With you it will be easy and you will not feel a thing, Your botty is wide open so you will not even feel my finger going in, you may darling feel a little pressure inside and then just a warm stickiness between your legs by your chastity belt vagina where the juice trickles out, apart from that petal, you will have sex without feeling a thing and a huge grin crossed her face.
With that she unlocked and dropped the sides to my cot, undid my reigns and lifted me, placing me face down on my changing table. A matter of minutes and I was stark naked on my table and Nanny said to me ‘now pet you are going to have sex for the first time since this all began’ A moment later she said laughingly, ‘there, did you enjoy it?’ I was sobbing, I had not felt a thing, she had drained me of all my sperm and I had not felt a thing, even masturbating allows a certain pleasure for a few seconds, but this, NOTHING. She was able to drain me without me having any knowledge; I did not even know it had happened until she told me. ‘Do not worry petal we only do this twice a week, keep your system healthy’. From there I was taken to my bath and given a good scrub, hell, she was keen. But, instead of a dress, the ring plug was fitted and my pink one-piece swimming costume was put on me. ‘Time for a paddle pet’ said Nanny.
When we arrived at the paddling pool Mommy was already there and I put my arms out wishing and wanting to hug her. ‘There there darling and I am pleased to see you too’ I knew this time I could splash and enjoy my time in the pool as my bottom was well sealed from anymore accidents. But all I wanted to do was hug Mommy and sob, I wanted my new family, I felt terrified of this new lady.
After ten minutes of heavy cuddling and comforting from Mommy we sat facing each other and playing splashy and Mommy chasing duckies because she had longer reach than I. Plus, I was sat with my back to the pools side for support and duckies always seemed to go to middle of pool. Mommy and I played like this for about an hour when along came Nanny.
’Come little one’ she says, ‘time for school’. ‘With your permission madam I would like to take her out and teach her basics in mixing with other babies. I wish to regress her to 1 year old and then bring her back completely as a little girl’. ‘That way, fight as she may, she will never be anything more than a baby girl’. ‘Fine Helga’ said Mommy,’ do what you think is best’.
Helga then lifted me and carried me to my nursery once more, placed me upon my changing table and secured the chest strap in place. I knew of course I could not soil my bathing costume for I was still plugged so as to speak. My botty was still securely blocked.
Time for your new routine petal, and the first thing each day after bathing is SEX, but sensation free sex for you. My strap was released and I was turned on my tummy, I felt a tiny pressure inside me and then Nanny turned me back over and sad ‘All done’. Again I had lost my juices in seconds and never knew anything. It was obvious now my body was no longer mine to control, own or even decide upon when to have sex with. I could not decide to have a wank and even when Nanny did it for me I was allowed no pleasure, in fact no feeling even of it happening. Just quick touches, unfeeling squirt and finished. This woman if nothing was totally without feeling and efficient. ‘See petal’ she whispers to me ‘I can milk you hourly, daily, weekly or whenever I choose and you cannot feel a thing’ I lay there knowing I could not resist, even if I had my full strength this leviathan could control me. ‘Now, as you know, milking is for your health not my benefit’ she told me, ‘So, to keep you healthy, I propose to milk you weekly, but, only if you are a good girl. That means doing exactly as you are told at all times and even doing some remembering darling, and as you know your sex sessions are quite without emotion or feeling, we have proved that twice today he, he, he, he’.
At this point Nanny turned me onto my back and wiped my metallic vagina clean and then prepared me for a long scented bath, but, first she took the time to get a large mirror and show me my sexless organ, three small holes drilled into a sea of shining steel. That was my vagina. ‘There you are my girl, view your non-sex, and view where your sperms are going to wriggle out when I decide it is time’.
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In my nakedness Nanny just carried me to the bathroom, placed me over a potty and removed the sealing cap of my anal ring, a quick plopping suggested my bowels were clear. Nanny then proceeded with the hose to ensure I was clean internally, refitted the plug and bathed me. The new bath regime was different also. Nanny spent a long time washing and refreshing my skin almost to the point where I felt sore. Pink I most definitely was. Once I was dried she carried me to my nursery, placed me upon my changing table and proceeded to massage oils and creams into my skin all over my body. By the time she was finished I was very pink, very clean smelling wonderful with super soft skin that tingled at the thought of anyone touching me. I was then creamed and powdered around my unexposed genitals; she then wrapped me in a thick nappy and a pair of pink plastic pants.
Now petal, time to adjust you to your age, you are 1 year old or less, you will not be allowed dresses except on special occasions and you are going to get used to your pram. With that she dressed me in a pink terry all in one, put my reigns on me and carried me to my pram. My reigns were clipped in, a blanket then wrapped tightly over me and tucked in at the sides of the pram. Nanny then wheeled me to the dining room where Mommy was waiting and gave me a big kiss. Nanny suggested an enriched bottle only for now and Joyce was allowed to feed me. Meanwhile Nanny was talking to Mommy and saying my teeth are too far advanced and as a baby I should actually be teething. Mommy said ‘but they are her own teeth dear and there is not a lot we can do about that’. Nanny then replied ‘I have read of a Dr. whom I happen to know quite well who is doing research into planting teeth buds into gums to re-grow teeth, perhaps a talk with him would help’. As much as I wanted to flee at hearing this both the muscle relaxant and reigns forbad this. Mommy said to Nanny, ‘so this will mean Annette’s teeth being removed and buds put in, yes?’ ‘Yes’ replied Nanny but about 18 months or 2 years later once the gums are fully healed etc’. ‘So it will mean teething rings and sleepless nights then’ ‘Afraid so, but Annette will by then be mentally 1 year old and teething will reinforce her ties to babyhood’ replied Nanny ‘But that is my job, I will look after her’. ‘Alright’ said Mommy, ‘arrange it, I want my little girl to experience everything’. ‘And will she really have to go through all those teething problems’ asked Mommy. ‘Yes, but make her a better baby in the end’ was the reply.
Nanny then put the pram cover on, raised the hood and put the insect net on. Placed my pram outside in a shady area and I was left there to do baby in pram things for an hour or three. All I had was Ba-ba and a toy stretched across the front of my pram hood.
When nanny returned she just looked at me and with a big smile said, ‘all done darling, you go see the doctor man tomorrow to see what can be done about those horrible teethy pegs’. This all seemed too much to take in; this woman was deadly serious about me starting again, but this time with baby girly thoughts only. Nanny then dropped the brake off the pram and decided it was time for a walk. She decided to walk to the village and have a browse around then visited the local Inn for a drink. She sat down in the beer garden to the rear of the inn saying the fresh air is good for me.
While enjoying her drink Nanny sat explaining how my new routine will be from now on.
Once you have seen the Dr. darling he will then make an appointment for you to have your teeth removed, so, then your gums will be far too sore for solid foods and even when healed you will not be able to chew, so it will be baby food and bottles ALL the time after that. We will also talk to him about regressing you professionally, take you back to being a tiny baby so you have to learn everything all over again, only this time, the correct way, a girl’s way. When you are that little baby girl, then you can have the pretty frocks back again, until then, it is your one-piece sets, so good incentive for you to be really good, NOT that you will have any choice (having a little titter to herself). Of course, you will be kept healthy, you will be painlessly milked once a week, we do not want problems down there now do we. And, just think darling, when all this is over, think how happy you will be, no more conflict going around in your head, just happy little baby girl thoughts.
All the time she was talking to me she was also gently rocking my pram and I was feeling totally relaxed which considering what I was being told I should be fleeing down the road which of course was quite impossible.
Other rules she laid down included no bubble baths except Sundays when going to church, simply baby soap and talc-um powder, but the skin to be thoroughly cleansed and softened. No bra until allowed back into dresses, which means no more hormone treatment either until then. Going to be great fun isn’t it?
When we returned home I was taken straight to my nursery where my nappy and plain plastic pants were changed, put into a clean terry romper and plain knitted bonnet. I could feel the romper pressing against my little breasts and wishing so much now to have my training bra on. When dressed I was placed in my pushchair and taken to the dining room, put in my high-chair reigns attached, tray and bib in place then left to wait while nanny prepared my meal.
Mommy came in while I was waiting and fussed me a little telling me all about tomorrow when I go see the nice doctor who is going to give me lovely teeth and all about the lovely beaming smile I will soon have. No mention of losing all the teeth I have, undergoing some experimental procedure and having to suffer the pains of ‘teething’ again.
Shortly afterwards nanny returned with my meal and fortunately the puree did not taste as revolting as it looked. Get used to it petal for this will be it very soon and for a long time. I was then given my bottle followed by nanny actually winding me, yes; she leaned me over her shoulder and patted my back until I was free of wind, such humiliation.
Afterwards I was prepared for sleep and placed in my cot, reigns clipped into place and the sides locked up. It was a fitful and restless night for me, thinking of the doctor’s appointment in the morning. The only blessing being as far as I knew it was for tests only.
Morning arrived all too soon and nanny quickly followed. ‘Come along little one’ she said, ‘busy day for you today’. It was not long after that I was washed and in a clean nappy and panties. I was also dressed in a pink romper, only this time it was a satin one. Nanny then spent quite a long time fussing with my hair, getting the curls just right before putting a large pink bow in the back. After placing a matinee jacket on me Nanny then fitted my reigns, took me to the dining room where Mommy Susan was already dining and fussed over me after nanny had put me in my high chair. ‘Big day for you today pet, go and see about your new smile and who knows what other surprises, and don’t we look pretty in our satin rompers?’. Breakfast consisted of two, milk soaked Rusk’s and a bottle of formulae. Once I had finished nanny leaned me over her shoulder once again and patting my back winded me. Once she was happy I was clear of wind and not going to be sick she placed me in my pushchair, attached the reigns and left me with Mommy and the rest while she readied herself for our ‘day out’.
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Once nanny was ready, Mommy called Robert, the chauffer and told him to get the car and then take nanny and myself to the doctor’s clinic. I pleaded as best I could with my eyes with Mommy and she just looked at nanny and said ‘I think Annette is going to be pleased, see the little tears, I am sure they are happy tears’. Nanny looked and smiling at me and replied ‘Oh yes, she will be a very happy sissy girl very soon’. She was delighting in my miseries. Very soon afterwards I was strapped into my seat in the rear of the car, nanny double checked my baby bag to ensure she had everything, nappies, pants, butt ring plug etc., and then we were ready for the off.
The journey itself took around 2 hours and the first thing nanny arranged when we arrived was to have one of my bottles warmed. One of the staff nurses was very happy to oblige. The Doctor came out and Nanny and he hugged each other like old friends, this was a lot more than first appeared. ‘So, this is the special little one is it? Let her have her bottle then we will begin the tests and procedures. I assume you have discussed them all with her Mommy’ to which Nanny Helga replied, ‘Oh yes, Susan has agreed to everything, in fact she is quite thrilled about it all’.
All the time ‘I’ was being discussed the staff nurse was feeding me my bottle, and saying to me it will soon be all over and the new little girl will start to emerge.
I could hear the Doctor still talking, ‘Does Annette know she will be here for 6 to 8 weeks while everything is done and allowed to heal?’ ‘No’ replied Nanny Helga, ‘In fact she thinks she is here for her teeth only, she has not been told the rest, although (and looking at me at this point) I imagine she will be pleased to be rid of that nasty old chastity belt’. Rid of my belt I thought, but how the locks have been changed, and why all of a sudden the change of mind, what do they have planned now, Oh!! nooo my mind screamed, they cannot remove my manhood altogether, even they cannot be that wicked. But I still felt quite safe as far as I knew the locks were permanent and could not be undone.
’So, what will her routine be then Henry’ (that being the doctors name). ‘Well we start with the grafting process, but first I have to get someone in who can cut the belt off. That done we put the testicles back inside the body and graft the pen1s down between the legs, some of the scrotum is then used to cover the pen1s and is grafted down. A small hole is provided and if the foreskin is still there it can be grafted to the hole forming a vagina. Once healed and the stitches removed of course it will then be very permanent and irreversible. The advantage being of course she regains sensitivity down there that the belt is currently stopping.’ ‘Sound excellent’ said Nanny, ‘and having healed she will look just like a little girl down there?’ ‘Oh yes, but without the actual gender reassignment’ replied Henry. ‘Following that will be the teeth procedures, we remove all her present teeth, give her gums 24 hours rest and then put the new buds in, the source of which you don’t need to know, but they are very young and will need quite some time to develop and begin growing’. ‘A lengthy process then’ said Nanny. ‘It will then be four weeks of rest and healing for her, getting used to her new sensations and inability to chew’. With that Nanny just laughed. ‘Once all is healed and the stitches are out then we can begin the regression and you say to go back to around 6 months old, yes?’ ‘Yes’ replied Nanny, ‘We want to start with a clean mind and then we can ensure her education will be thoroughly implanted with no conflicts or the ability to fight us’. It would appear my fate was sealed, in less than 2 months I will have disappeared only to return in a female mind. According to the doctor the regression is very thorough removing all abilities, i.e. walking, talking, reading and writing etc., etc. I would be as innocent as a newborn baby, as the doctor said, ‘a clean page ready to be rewritten’.
’Will there be nothing of his old self left’ asked Nanny ‘Some can be left if you wish’ Henry replied, ‘enough for him to know what is happening but totally unable to do anything about it’. ‘That would be nice’ replied Nanny.
All this time I lay quite unable to do anything to stop this. Dr. Henry said to the staff nurse ‘take Annette and make her comfortable in a cot will you, change her nappy but don’t pin the clean one on just yet, I need to have a look at this chastity belt she is wearing’. I was taken into a small room where my nappy and plastic pants were removed, cleaned and laid in a cot with a clean nappy just wrapped in place.
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A short time later Dr Henry came in and lowered my nappy just saying ‘that is serious business, could cause a problem removing it, I am sure our man can remove it though. Alright nurse, put her nappy and pants on now please, I will leave her in your charge but remember no bottles or feeds in the morning please. Make her last bottle around 8 tonight and put a sedative in help her rest, been an exciting day for her’. ‘Very well doctor’ replied the nurse. I heard Dr. Henry talking to my nanny in the outer room and after a while heard nanny say ‘fine, see you in a few weeks then’ and then heard the sound of a door closing.
It was possibly late afternoon when Dr Henry walked in my room, dropped the side to my cot and took my dummy from my mouth, I felt the tears welling up inside me when the nurse walked in and passed me ba-ba. Dr. Henry then proceeded to inspect my mouth and making a few notes. When he was happy he placed my dummy back between my lips and I immediately began to suc-kle wondering what it was going to be like in the future.
I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew was nurse waking me so she could take my pants and nappy off again, this time for a different person to inspect my chastity belt. After a few minutes he turned to Dr. Henry and said ‘awkward yes, impossible no. I should be able to take it off in about an hour. It will need some very careful cutting’. ‘When can you do it?’ enquired the doctor. ‘Call round about 8.30 in the morning, will that be ok?’ ‘Yes’, replied Dr. Henry and turning to the nurse said ‘Arrange everything for surgery for about 10 please nurse’. ‘Fine doctor, will that be just grafting or teeth also?’ ‘No, just doing the graft this time’. So, by this time tomorrow I would effectively have no pen1s and a definite female frontage around the genitalia. ‘Alright nurse, thank you, we are finished for tonight, you can dress her and she is yours for the night now’. With that she came over and replaced my nappy and plastic pants. A lacy pink pair this time and instead of the all in one she put me into a pretty pink nightdress that had little teddy bears printed on it. Then to my surprise she put my reigns on me but instead of back into the cot I was put into a pushchair and taken to a lounge type of room. ‘here we go babe, now we can watch a little TV before beddy byes’. She also gave me a bottle, but this one was just plain milk, but nice.
We watched TV for a while and nurse got up went off to the kitchen and came back with my last bottle for day. ‘Here we go pet, have this then it is beddy byes for you’. Knowing this one had a sedative in I thought of trying to refuse it but knew this would be futile so I suc-kled my bottle as normal. After finishing nurse then leant me forward and patted my back to ensure I had no wind. It was not long after that I began to feel drowsy and nurse returned me to my cot, clipped my reigns in and raised the side to the locked position. I was soon asleep, cuddling ba-ba and suc-king on my dummy, showing only signs of a happy baby.
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I did not dream that night, perhaps a blessing and mainly due to the sedative I think, but the morning did not seem to take very long to come around. I was awake only a few minutes before nurse came in, removed me from my cot and said, ‘bath time babe, and lets be having you’. With that I was stripped and placed in a bath, which was already prepared. After my bath I was placed on a changing table where a clean nappy was fitted, but no cream or powder this time, just a terry nappy. Nurse then explained I could not have breakfast yet, just a sip of water, but a special tea later
Shortly after Dr Henry and that man came in and the man was carrying a case. Dr Henry lowered my nappy and the man started doing thing around my tummy, I felt him slide something in between the belts waistband and my skin. I could then hear something like a Dermal drill whirring its crazy tune and this went on for an age. In fact it took him over an hour to cut the waistband and release me from that awful cage. Only problem being; I KNEW what was next. Nurse promptly arrived with a bowl of water and thoroughly cleansed me, the first time in over a year I had felt any sensation there. BUT, horror of horrors, the poor thing had been locked there so long I could not get excited, he just lay there limp and without lifeless.
The belt duly removed and me cleansed Dr Henry said ‘We are ready then to bring our new little girl into the world’. I was taken from my changing table to a table in his surgical theatre. Ohh how I wanted to fight but the relaxant was working well today. Once laid upon the table I was given an injection, an oxygen mask and slowly said goodbye to the wide awake world.
When I awoke, nurse was with me. I felt nauseous, headache and generally lousy, not to mention very sore and aching around my genitals. Nurse told me, ‘all went well darling; you look just like a little baby girl there now. All your nasty bits are tucked away forever’. All I know is my hands were in mittens and secured to the rails of the cot, this nurse told me was to stop me scratching and perhaps causing an infection. She then lifted my folded nappy, rubbed some cream around my genital area, which I admit did make me feel more comfortable, she then laid my nappy back.
At this point nurse went to get me a bottle saying I had been soo good I could have this one extra rich. I was soon suc-kling on the bottle and nurse began explaining all about my new life. She said how, when the bruising and swelling were gone around my new vagina I would have new sensations because the horrible steel prison was not there anymore. However even if I ever managed to be potty trained I would never be able to stand to wee-wee again, and how when I am healed she will get me a pair of rosebud panties just to show me how pretty and girly I am there.
For the rest of the day my nurse, who dressed me in a lovely pink dress and matinee jacket, placed me in a pram and took me for a long walk. We stopped in a park where she removed my nappy to change it, but also to put some more salve on my new gender. One passer bye looked and said ‘Nappy rash looks a bit sore dear’ nurse just smiled and said ‘yes, but soon be better’, as she applied more of the numbing salve.
Very soon she had me in a clean nappy and plastic pants, my dress all straightened and holding me in a sitting position, which not only allowed me to look around but made me very conscious of my new arrangements. For the first time in over a year I could feel down there. However I soon became sore and began to wriggle to lie down.
Nurse allowed me to lie there for about an hour before saying time to go back to the clinic and it was time for my bottle and Rusk’s anyway. I have to confess hunger pangs were beginning to be more noticeable than the twinges from my genitalia. Back in my pram we returned to the clinic stopping a time or two for nurse to have a chat with people she obviously knew. They looked at me and commented on how pretty, tweaked my cheeks and went through all the Mommy baby things. I just wanted to get back, I was hungry and beginning to grizzle, I wanted (yes, actually wanted) my bottle.
Eventually we arrived back and nurse placed me in a highchair, put a bib on me and secured first my reigns to the chair and then the tray in place. The crotch strap had a whole new feeling, something I had never felt before the removal of my steel knickers. While I could only feel it as a pressure through my nappy, it was all-new to me. When nurse arrived back she not only had a bottle for me but my breakfast Rusk’s saying I now had to get used to these and my other baby foods as after today that is all I would be able to eat. Thoughts of being toothless once more returned.
After my meal nurse put me in a playpen in the lounge room and put the TV on. I had ba-ba with me plus there were other dollies in the playpen and we had fun. I saw Dr. Henry enter the room and talk to nurse then leave. Nurse then came over to me and explained, tonight I can have a special treat as Dr Henry is not doing my toothies until the day after tomorrow, so she went and got me a dish of strawberry ice cream. I like my nurse. Rest of the night was fun with nurse playing with me and she told me her name was Sarah and would like for me to know her as Auntie Sarah. I would love that I thought, but my Auntie is always in uniform and smells of hospitals. How little I knew what the future held in store.
The following day was a fun day with Aunty Sarah, she found a little costume for me and we had paddle fun in the clinics therapy pool. Aunty Sarah even just held me by the hands and I nearly did swim. I was kicking my legs and giggling, Ohh, it was so much fun, I even forgot what had been done to me for that time. Also the costume reminded me of my little breasts as it tried to show them off. After the pool Aunty Sarah dressed me, put me in my pram and we went for a walk again, but I was tired and soon fell asleep with the gentle motion of the pram. When I awoke, I knew not where as the pram hood was up and all I could see was tree branches, I must have made some murmurings as Aunty Sarah soon looked around the hood and said ‘Ahh, hello darling, hungry?’ With that she produced a bottle. After which she took me from my pram, laid me upon a blanket and changed me. Then we just sat and had a quiet time. But, like all good days it ended far too soon as Aunty Sarah became Nurse Sarah once more. I was given my final bottle for the day, once again with a sedative and placed in my cot, reigns attached and sides in the locked position once more. My hands were in mittens and these were attached to the rails of the cot, thus stopping me once again from interfering with the stitches or even feeling what I knew I must look like.
The sedative soon took effect as before and I was soon in a dreamless sleep.
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The next morning arrived all too soon and Nurse Sarah arrived to clean and dress me, only this time it was just nappy and plastic pants again. My reigns were put on me and attached to the changing table while everyone went about their duties. I was left in no doubt I was not going to eat anything solid for a long, long time to come.
Dr Henry entered the room and beamed to me ‘Are we all ready to have our new smile then Annette, everything is all ready and waiting for you’.
Minutes later I was strapped into the operating chair, sedated and slowly watching reality fade away once more. What on earth made me dream it but all I could dream of all the time I was sedated was a huge juicy succulent steak. I must have been dribbling while under the anaesthetic.
As is always the case, sleep never last long enough and before I knew it I was waking, feeling nauseous again and Oh my God, I had a head full of pain. I was awake but it was only seconds before I began crying something awful, I hurt and nurse Sarah saw this and quickly applied some of the salve to my gums quickly numbing them. Dr Henry then explained, all my teeth had been removed and I now had a complete set of baby teeth. These were buds and were both milk and adult teeth, so I would go through both routines again. Where do they come from? Don’t worry pet, they are yours now.
With that I was taken back to my nursery, laid on my changing table and nurse Sarah gently bathed my gums and then gave me a bottle of luke-warm feed. ‘Don’t worry pet’ she said to me ‘A few days and all this pain will be gone, heck, only three or four weeks and you will even forget it ever happened, you will have forgotten everything’. After the feed she changed me and now dressed me, this time in a pink bra and my satin romper, saying ‘You can’t go out today honey, your mouth is too tender, tomorrow perhaps, but there is no reason you cannot have a little treat’. She then put me in my pram, fixed my reigns and wheeled me to a sunroom. I do not know how long afterwards it was, I was still groggy from the anaesthetic and fell asleep, the extra warmth of the sunroom helping, but nurse Sarah arrived and awoke me saying ‘see little one, a treat for you, ice keam, you will enjoy it and it will cool those tender gumsies for you’. She was right on both counts. My thoughts however lingered on the fact that 3 of the 4 deeds were now done. I am now chaste without a belt, forever sexless; I am also without teeth and awaiting the pain and embarrassment of teething like a newborn baby. I can never be without my nappy because of the ring Mommy Susan has had implanted. Only able to go ‘splashies’ when someone fits the plug in my bottom for me, and in a few weeks I am to be regressed to a point where I think therefore I am female. However I looked at this, I was now owned and controlled. After the ice cream nurse gave me my dummy and I suc-kled it like never before, it actually felt right in my now toothless mouth.
As night and beddy byes arrived I knew tomorrow held no new horrors as regards surgery. I slept as peaceful a night as I could considering nurse was gelling my gums every four hours. The following day however did bring some relief. The pain had diminished and I was also clear of the sedatives, all the feelings of sickness had gone. Nurse Sarah came into my room and prepared me for my bath. To my surprise it was a full bubble bath, all lovely frothy and smelly of lavender perfume. I was placed in the bath seat and strapped in so I did not slip and then Nurse Sarah left me for around10 minutes to soak and absorb the perfume. When she returned I was taken to my room and put upon the changing table, my whole body oiled but my new gentalia was given special treatment of antiseptics etc. My bottom was then creamed with zinc and castor oil cream, powdered and then my nappy and plastic pants put on. I noticed this time I was in plain plastic pants, I felt a little disappointed. My disappointment was soon dispelled; nurse/Aunty Sarah came over and showed me a gorgeous dress in a pale lavender colour. I wriggled to try and show my joy and Aunty Sarah just smiled and said ‘wait little one, few things to do first’. First thing was a pair of white knitted tights then a white satin training bra. Once adjusted Sarah then put a white satin camisole on me. I felt wonderful and was suc-king my dummy like an excited baby. Nurse/Aunty Sarah then put a multi-layered petticoat on me followed by that gorgeous lavender dress. She buttoned the back up and did the large sash bow, I was wiggling with excitement and Sarah slapped my leg and said ‘behave or I will take them all off’. The slap was sharp and I began to blubber at which point Aunty Sarah said, ‘now stop that or you will be in your romper in your pram all day’. Needless to say I went back to suc-king my dummy.
Once I was dressed out came the reigns, put upon me, and this time I was placed a pushchair and duly clipped in. We then went to the dining room where Dr Henry and the rest of the staff were all seated apparently awaiting my arrival. Upon arrival there was loads of ooohs and aahhh’s look how sweet she is. Dr Henry put me in my highchair, my bib was put on me and the tray put in place. One of the nurses then bought my Rusk’s (extra milk and warm to make them really soft and smooth) and fed me. Then Nurse Sarah (she was in uniform) gave me a bottle and said ‘don’t worry darling, no nasties in it this time, just nice formulae. (And I thinking have you ever tried to survive on this).
Dr. Henry then came to me and said ‘In a few weeks pet you will be gone, you will not exist except for a tiny part which we will leave of you’. He left me to ponder this and saw I was basically resigned to it now, all the physical stuff had been done, I could not go back even if I wanted to now. ‘My plan was to give you another three weeks before beginning your regression, however I have now decided once your stitches are removed from your genitals and gums, that is when we begin. You will be shown the results as you are now and I assure you, when you are a little girl it will all seem so natural’.
With that news buzzing around my mind nurse Sarah placed me back in my pushchair after firstly removing my reigns, putting a coat on me and replacing my reigns. Obviously it was walkies time once more. Once safely placed in my pushchair nurse Sarah wheeled me outside where she placed me in a shady spot, applied the brake and left me. A short time later she came running back as I was crying; my gums were hurting so she quickly applied some of the gel and soon had me comfy again and suc-king on my dummy.
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A few minutes later Nurse Sarah appeared, wearing her coat, which meant it was time to go for walkies. We were soon strolling down some country lane; I could hear the birds singing their merry songs and nurse was humming to herself.
It would be about one hour into our outing; I began grizzling once again, not because of my gums this time, but because I had wet my nappy, this was most odd as I did not usually do that I would just wait for it to be changed. Nurse Sarah found a nice sheltered spot, placed a blanket on the ground and lay me on it. Before checking my nappy she decided to do my gums once again ensuring they were pain free. She then proceeded to change my nappy and oddly I felt happy about this. A dry, warm, nappy and cosy once more. Having my newness on public display did not bother me at all. All that mattered was that new cream, powder and nappy.
While we were settled nurse Sarah decided it would be a good time for me to have a bottle. She poured some formulae from a thermos into a bottle thus managing to give me a warm feed. After which she just laid me down and I had a little sleep quite unbothered by the world around me.
Next thing I remember was Nurse Sarah putting me back in my pushchair and preparing for the journey back to the clinic. My little nap had done me good and I felt quite refreshed, all ready to show off my pretties to everyone. What am I thinking I thought to myself, I appear to be actually enjoying this and that should not be so right now, regression doesn’t start for another 3 weeks or so.
We finally arrived back at the clinic whereupon I was taken to the dining room, placed in my highchair, strapped in and my bib and tray put into place. It was when Nurse Sarah went to take her coat off and hang it up I felt myself getting a little uneasy; I wanted her there. She soon returned and busied herself preparing my meal, some pureed thing once again. When it was prepared she came over, began feeding me and I felt completely at ease once more. This is all wrong I thought. Between spoonfuls I would sometimes give an excited little wriggle and giggle, it was fun. ‘There darling, fill your little tum-tum’. It was while I was eating that Dr. Henry came in and said to nurse ‘Usual sedative tonight nurse, let her rest’.
I think that was the last words I truly understood because the following morning (I thought it was) I awoke, and began crying because my nappy was wet, I was alone and afraid. Aunty Sarah (this was the only name I could remember now) came in and began to settle me. As soon as I saw her I began to feel better, I knew somehow she was going to make everything right again. I began to wiggle about in my cot with excitement and try to tell her how pleased I was to see her. She looked down at me and made some baby talk and all I could do was to gurgle and giggle back. Then the room moved and I was lying on a different table having my nightdress, panties and nappy removed. From there we went to another room where I was surrounded by this wonderful smelly stuff, it both cleansed me and made me smell nice but I was all wet now. It must have been nice though because I remember doing splashy again. Aunty Sarah took me out and we went back to the room with that table again where she rubbed some cream into my skin around my girly bits, then lots of powder and a clean nappy and panties. I felt soo happy. Next she showed me the underwear and dress I would be wearing for the day and I could not stop myself wriggling with excitement. The little spark of me that was left was saying this is not right, but I was now helpless to stop it, without me knowing, the regression had been done.
Dr. Henry and Sarah were talking and he said how pleased he was with the result, ‘gone very well’ he said. ‘Too well’ said Aunty Sarah. ‘How do you mean’ replied the doctor. ‘I will let you see later when her Mommy and nanny come here today’. Dr. Henry left with a concerned look about him.
Very shortly after Dr. Henry had left Aunty Sarah had me all dressed in white satin bra, white petticoats and a gorgeous pink lacy dress with white knitted tights, pink bootees. A bonnet to match my dress tied with a large bow under my chin. She then put my reigns on me and placed me in my pushchair and clipped me all safely in. We then went to the dining room where I was given breakfast of milky porridge oats and a bottle of formulae.
Strange, how whenever Aunty Sarah was near me or I could see her I felt safe and happy. I knew she would look after me.
After having breakfast and Aunty Sarah cleaning me up I was taken from the dining area to the lounge where my playpen was situated and placed inside with my dollies, toys and my favourite teddy. I cannot recall why it is my favourite but it always has been. I was given my dummy to suc-k on then left alone for a little while. Aunty Sarah would look in occasionally to make sure all was well, one visit resulted in a quick nappy change, I knew I was damp but had not realized I had done it.
It was not very long after this a crowd of people arrived. Although I could not remember them at the time I was told it is Mommy Susan, with Nanny Helga. After a bit of discussion they all came over to me and I felt nervous, but when the Nanny tried to pick me up I really became frightened and wriggled and screamed for Aunty Sarah. It was at this point Sarah told Dr Henry and the rest WHY they had been too successful, I had been regressed so much that in coming forward again I had actually formed a bond with Aunty Sarah and she now spent some time settling me down once more.
The adult people went off into a huddle and there was lots of talking, none of which I really understood, mainly because I could not hear it. But during the discussions glances were cast my way and after a while they must have arrived at some arrangement.
Aunty Sarah then came over to me, placed me into my pushchair and wheeled me to my room once more. I was left here for several minutes after which time Aunty Sarah returned carrying a case. ‘Looks like we are going to be living together darling, going to your Mummy’s house and I am going to be your new Nanny’. Helga it would appear was to be taken on as a replacement for Sarah at the clinic.
All the staff was at the doors when Sarah wheeled me out to go to the car and they all made a fuss of me. One kind old lady in particular made a fuss of me, this I was to relearn was Mommy Susan, I liked her, like Sarah she smelled nice and I feel happy near her. Once at the car I was lifted in and fastened into a safety seat in the back of the car.
With Nanny Sarah sitting one side of me, and Mommy Susan the other side; Robert the chauffer and Charles the Butler in the front the car moved off and away from the clinic. My first real views of the outside world in I do not know how many weeks. It was all new and exciting for me. Even though in reality I had seen it before I had no memory of it.
We had not gone very far when Mommy Susan leaned over to me and began tickling my tummy making me laugh and giggle she then broke the news to us. Annette dear we are all going on holiday.
A TWO WEEK BOATING HOLIDAY!!
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