Boating Blues:----: moorings 1 - Fin

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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.