Alienated 1 - 8

[newbaby]

Being a person of no fixed abode I spent a lot of time bumming around trying to scrounge monies from people and begging for food.  When I had outstayed my welcome in one town I would move on to the next and that happened regularly, so much so I never even bothered to remember town names, to me it is leaving last town to go to next town



It was during one of these transit periods while I was wending my way down a lane that a black Transit type vehicle pulled alongside me.  Looked like something straight from the A-Team, black paintwork and dark tinted windows.  As it cruised alongside me the passenger window lowered a little and all I saw was a pair of eyes.  This was eerie beyond belief.  After a moment the window closed and the van moved off ahead of me and disappeared out of sight.



I continued my trudge toward the next village/town (whichever came first) but decided to stay off the road and moved several yards into the woodland running alongside the road as a precaution in case the van returned.



It was a particularly dark as the moon was obscured by heavy clouds and it was not long before rain began to fall urging me to hurry.  A bad mistake as I stumbled blindly into a clearing I fell headlong into the side of the van. Two burly fellows appeared from nowhere, grabbed me from behind and lifted me into the van.  



Inside the van was well illuminated and set out with a cot on one side (bed with a high lift rail), various lockers and a small washbasin.  Also, a fearsome looking lady at least 6 feet tall dressed in nursing clothes.



With the side door of the van now closed she told one of the men, ‘this one stinks to high heaven, get some ventilation running.’  Next thing was my clothes (such as they were) were quite literally ripped from my body and along with my little bag of possessions the nurse lady told the second man to take them and burn them.



Every time I tried to protest the nurse would smack me really hard across my bottom until finally she said you need teaching dear.  She put a plastic apron on, a smear of cream under her nostrils and a gauze facemask.  I am going to spank you good and hard so you learn quickly, BUT I do not have to smell you, you odious little creature.



In a matter of seconds she was sat down and had hauled me across her lap face down.  Then the brutality started, this woman was expert at wielding the strap she was now using on my bare buttocks. In less than a minute she had me screaming for mercy and sobbing my heart out. She ignored my pleas and proceeded to give me 25 lashes, at which point she stopped and I heard through my crying ‘Are you going to behave now lady?’ Bewildered by the term ‘lady’ I just screamed ‘yes, yes, yes.’



‘Right’ she replied; firstly we try and remove some of this filth you are encased in and she proceeded to give me a stand up bath, perhaps my first one in 2 or 3 years.  Thirty minutes later and satisfied she had cleaned as best as she could with facilities available she told me to lie down on the bed so she could put a nappy on me. I instantly said ‘no way will I wear a nappy.’  Less than a minute later I was again screaming as knives, spears, swords, branding irons and every imaginable painful device appeared to be striking my bare buttocks. After 10 lashes she stopped and asked, ‘still not wearing a nappy?’  I never argued again.



Quite placidly I lay back on the bed while a thick disposable nappy was placed upon me and the nurse said as I had been naughty I would have to wear noisy plastic panties too.  Once these were fitted to her satisfaction she then removed an all in one sleeper from a drawer, I wanted to say no but the fire in my cheeks advised me not to.  She fitted the PINK sleeper and I noticed it had feet, mittens and a hood.  It was fastened only with a zipper at the back and took a small padlock, so even if my hands were free I could not take the garment off.  Next she tied the ribbons set within the garment at ankles and wrists.  â€˜Don’t want you slipping out’ she sarcastically said. Next came a harness, the style babies wear and was even complete with little bells. This was securely fastened upon me and then I was laid back on the bed where two clips attached to the bed were clipped to the harness. I was going nowhere.



One of the men then opened the door and said to the nurse, ‘can we get moving now?’ to which she replied, ‘I will TELL you when we can move and it will not before our lady here has had her bottle.’  BOTTLE!! I thought, what is going on but again and especially now, I was not going to argue, so, when the bottle of warm milk was offered I eagerly drank not realising I would never eat solid food again. The bottle was gentle, quite filling but did carry a strong laxative to purge me and a muscle relaxant from which I would never fully recover, all that aside the bottle was quite filling and for the first time in a long time my stomach felt full.



Within the period of one hour I had gone from a filthy rag clothed tramp to a relatively clean nappied whatever you would call me, and why did the nurse keep referring to me as ‘she’ or ‘her’, what was going on??



Now that I was safely tucked in and now had a blanket over me the nurse raised the side and told the men now was the time for a cigarette if they wanted one as the vehicle was now a no smoking area.  All three persons left the vehicle, nurse knowing I was going nowhere and had their last smokes (yes Betty you can smoke here but not in the van) before embarking on the final part of the journey.

 

Before actually moving off, nurse had one more surprise for me. She dropped the side of the bed and undid one of the harness clips allowing her to roll me on my side, this done she then proceeded to open a little Velcro patch in the seat of my attire, pulled my nappy down a little then, OUCH!! I felt a stab in my oversensitive buttock. The nappy and panties were pulled up and the Velcro patch replaced. I was rolled back and before the harness was re-clipped I was sound asleep. Nurse had injected me with a sleeping draft.



How long I slept for and where we were I had no idea. All I recall is awakening with a serious headache and knowing we were in motion. Next thing I noticed was I was wet and had poo’d in my nappy. I went to speak but something in my mouth stopped me.  We continued on for possibly another 90 minutes before stopping briefly.  By this time I was getting sore from all the acids now in my nappy and making murmuring sounds from behind the dummy strapped in my mouth. Nurse told me to be patient a little while as we were at our destination and I would soon be changed. She did not fill in ALL the ‘changed’ details. After a brief stop we moved on again but only for about 5 minutes this time.



A few minutes after stopping the second time the rear doors of the van were opened and two people wearing white coats stood in the opening. ‘God! what is that stench?’ asked one.’ Nurse just pointed a finger at me and verbally said nothing but her finger said all. She did make one comment though ‘Should have smelled her before I cleaned her up’ Again this reference in the feminine.



The two men in white coats then entered the van, dropped the side of the bed, unclipped my harness and lifted me on to a waiting trolley outside the van.



‘Okay’ said one, ‘we will take her now, get her ready for the new life she will have, and Hey! Maybe filthy and pong but she sure is a little cutie this one’.  Everyone laughed.  Why always the reference in the feminine, and WHAT new life?

[newbaby]

Once satisfied the restraints were correctly attached to my harness I was wheeled inside the building and into a brightly lit room that looked more like an ablutions room. A Shower, bath and two tables, cupboards and shelves carrying various preparations’ and garments.



In less than two minutes of my arrival this grotesque looking character entered and said ‘what have we here then apart from some horrible stench.’  â€˜Been washed too Boss’ said one of the porters.  â€˜Look at that hair’ said the new person, ‘if I had my way that lot would be chopped and she be made to start again; as it is I have instructions which say I have to get you all nice and clean.  They don’t say it has to be painless though.’



Once he had his plastic coverall, gloves and mask on and with malice aforethought he happily set about his task; first filling the bath with some disinfectant and water. ‘Got to kill the lice you know’ he smirked. I was then stripped naked and immersed in the bath at which point the grotesque on picked up a nail brush and shampoo.  He set about washing my hair with a fury, enjoying my screams at every harsh stroke of the nailbrush on my scalp.  After a few minutes of that, he rinsed my hair, put conditioner in it and gave it a few minutes to work, at which point he rinsed it again.  Next came the stiff hairbrush which like the nailbrush did nothing for my comfort.  He spent about 10 minutes trying to get the rats tails out of my hair with little success so went through the whole procedure again.  Each time he tried brushing he would get more of the tangles out but it took 9 attempts to get to the point where he could easily pass the brush the whole length of my hair.  This was also the first time I had seen it’s full length, it was just below my shoulder blades.



At this point one of the porters handed him a towel, this he wrapped my hair in and then proceeded to bathe me.  I am sure the soap was carbolic, very little lather and needed a lot of scrubbing.  Again I was screaming at the pain from the brush, but he covered EVERY part of my body with it.



Once satisfied I was as clean as he could get me he had me transferred to a seat in the shower where he proceeded to wash me with more gentle products, and, finally from the shower I was returned to the bath, only this time it was filled with a perfumed bubble bath.  After this bath, although still sore from the scrubbings I was a little more comfortable and certainly smelled different.



Once out of the bath and dried I was lifted to one of the tables where I was put with a backrest up so I was in a sitting position.  Once again the grotesque one came over, but this time with hair dryer and brush which he now used to dry and fluff my hair.  When that was done he looked as though to admire his work and said ‘Oh yes, you will be the pretty one. Perhaps the smallest one we have ever had here, you will be worth a fortune at your new home.’ Then grabbing my p3nis between thumb and forefinger gloatingly said ‘you won’t need this there either.’



The backrest was then lowered and I was once again placed in a nappy, but nothing else this time. Once happy with everything, he tightened a strap across my chest, fastening me to the table, gathered his bits and pieces together; he then looking at me said ‘someone will be in to see you soon’. At which point everyone left to the echo of the grotesque one’s wicked laugh.



It must have been almost an hour before anyone came. All this time I was panicking wondering what was happening, why the references in the feminine all the time and the final remark made by the grotesque one.  Why the nappies? What did he mean new home?  However the gent that entered the room was wearing a white dust coat giving him a medical air.  I tried to ask him what was happening and the only reply I received was ‘Shhhhhhhhhh, soon be all done’.  He then explained at this stage it was hair removal time and skin treatment.



Having satisfied himself I had been prepared properly and was ready for the procedure he left the room returning a few minutes later pushing a trolley which had some weird looking overhead device.



Firstly my face was prepared, eyebrows had some form of gel applied to them, my eyes were covered and my sideburns were shaved off to the top of the ears.  Next he opened a huge tub of what can only be described as goo. With expert ease he applied a coating all over my face being very careful not to affect the hairlines. Once this was done he then applied a really thick coating over the front of my body, arms and legs etc.  This also included my genital area.  Having satisfied himself not a mm had been missed he now got the overhead tool and slowly scanned my body with it and as he did so the thick paste set and became like concrete. After a few minutes I was lifted, turned on to my stomach and the procedure repeated over my back, even to filling the crack between my cheeks.  Once again not a single mm missed.



When the back had been scanned with this ray machine and the casing was complete and hardened I was turned once again to lie on my back and left for what appeared to me to be an eternity but was in fact about two hours.  All this time only the top of my head, palms of my hands and soles of my feet were uncovered allowing my body to breathe, so it soon became hot and uncomfortable locked in this statue like casing.



Once the two hours had passed two men returned, lifted me from the table and placed me in a bath of warm water where the rock-like casing began to dissolve, but in doing so took every hair where it had touched with it.  Also it removed two layers of skin so by the time it was completely removed and I was cleaned I was totally devoid of all bodily hair and had lovely soft pink skin.  The hair I was told would never grow back as the treatment was designed to destroy the hair follicles.  Next was a clean warm bath which left me smelling of baby soap and feeling cold with my new nakedness.



Once I have been patted dry I was once again lifted to the table and every part the paste had been was now treated with baby oil and finally an all over dusting of baby powder.  I now smelled 100% a Johnsons Baby.  Next he applied the nappy rash cream and more powder, then the thick terry nappy and plastic pants. Finally an all in one sleeper and a knitted bonnet was placed upon me and I began to warm up again. The man who had done my skin treatment then told me it was time for a bottle then sleep as it had been a busy day/night for me. He then sent his assistant to fetch the prepared bottle which he fed me while still on the table, but once I had finished it I was lifted into a cot which must have been an institution one as it had a top and could be locked shut, as it indeed was once I was laid inside. He also told me he had put a mild sedative in my bottle and I should rest as much as possible as tomorrow would be a huge change in my life.

[newbaby]

Despite all that was going through my mind trying to keep me awake, I did eventually fall asleep and all too quickly as it does morning arrived.  When I awoke the first thing I noticed was that the previous day was not a dream and I felt uncomfortable in my groin area and was smelling worse than normal (to my nostrils that is).  I then remembered I was wearing a nappy and to my horror had used it to the maximum.  Even in the worst of my Tramp times I had never relieved myself in my sleep.  This must be something to do with the injection I was given when kidnappied or the bottle the previous night.



However, I was not left alone to ponder my situation for very long before a Doctor and assistant entered the room and quickly commented on the smell.  The cot was unlocked, the side dropped and I was lifted out and put upon the changing table once again. The orderly then removed everything I was wearing and with sterile wipes cleaned me quite thoroughly, but then with no powder or cream placed a disposable nappy on me.



While that was happening the Doctor had obtained a kidney dish with a few bits in it and waited for the orderly to finish, at which point he came over to me, tapped the back of my left hand to raise a vein and proceeded to fit a cannula.  Once the cannula was taped into place the Doctor then injected a small dose of saline solution.  I couldn’t help but notice a second syringe in the dish, but this was to be saved until after the mind torture.



At this point the Doctor pulled a high stool alongside the table and said to me ‘I will explain what is going to happen today’, and with a wicked smirk on his face began to outline the events about to happen to me. ‘Firstly he says, I will give you another injection that will make you sleep and then you go from here to theatre.’  



He then asked me a rather odd question, ‘have you ever seen those dolls you give a bottle to and they wet themselves?’ I shook my head in the negative and he went on to explain that they were quite featureless around the groin apart from a tiny hole from which the water came out, this he explained is how I would look. Also there would be two small injections around the bladder ensuring I could not hold the water back. Next he explained how two similar injections around my anal sphincter would produce the same effect there, so I would be double incontinent and need nappies for all time.  Next, he went on all too gleefully, we come to the mouth.  



Firstly (and showing me what looked like a tiny integrated circuit) we implant this in your larynx and these little claws (looked like the legs of an IC) actually grasp your vocal chords and adjust them, once done the chord between the legs is cut making removal impossible or you totally dumb. Speech will be a few baby sounds plus crying and giggling so your communication will be very limited from now on.  Continuing on, all your teeth, if you can call them that will be removed and replaced with these. He proceeded to show me some moulded soft gum forms. These will keep your face and mouth in shape but you will never be able to eat solids again, so it is baby food and bottles from now on. A small injection under the tongue reduces any chance of shaping words even further but will not affect your swallowing ability; finally for the mouth, small Botox injections in the lips to make them a little more full and more girly.



 Next he took joy in telling me that I had been misinformed about previous muscle relaxant being permanent, however the ones today will be. He took great pains telling me of the different levels and strengths and how it was administered as four painful injections along the spinal column. Me being so tiny he said I would be about as strong as a one week old baby.  Then trying in a sadistic way to cheer me up he said that there is an antidote, few minute pause, but it is only partial, you will never obtain more than short distance toddling.



Grinning broadly and holding up the microchip thing that was to be implanted in my throat, he said ‘And where are you going? Well let me tell you, this is not of this world.’



I wanted to scream and leap from the table, but the dummy fastened in my mouth and the drugs in my body made both impossible.  I pleaded with my eyes but this only bought a wicked smirk again from the Doctor.



The next thing I knew was he had the second syringe attached to the cannula in my hand and was pressing the plunger down.  In a matter of seconds I was sound asleep.



When I awoke later in the day all but one of the procedures had been done. The one not done was the spinal injections; apparently this had to be done with the patient (victim) conscious to allow monitoring of the heart etc.  So it was I found myself sore and aching already and lying on my stomach with this mad doctor standing over me with a syringe.  I felt him carefully feeling down my back with his fingers then all hell broke loose as he inserted the needle right into my spinal chord.  I wanted to scream and scream but my mouth was full of dummy again and this time it kept the tongue pressed against the floor of my mouth.  This procedure happened four times when the Doctor proclaimed he was happy and all it now needed was the final one in my buttock.



When I was rolled onto my back once again the Doctor explained a tube had been passed through my nostril to my tummy as I would not be able to mouth feed for several days while healing took place.  With tears from the pain streaming down my face, I was too shocked by now to even consider worrying about it.



Once satisfied I was as recovered as I could be for now I was transferred from the operating table to a trolley and wheeled away to another room.  Looking around as best as I could this looked like a new baby ward in any hospital, it was a ward full of baby cribs (about 6 actually).



I was wheeled to one near the nurse’s station and placed on the changing table alongside the crib.  A nurse came over and after carefully checking all dressings and instructions. Carefully nurse creamed my nappy area and then powdered it before pinning a thick Terry nappy and soaker on me which apart from padding me well very effectively kept my legs apart.  These were followed by a pair of pink plastic pants.  Then with the aid of the porter I was sat up while the nurse placed a baby’s nightdress and knitted bonnet on me, after which the porter lifted me into the waiting crib.  Once in the crib, nurse placed some knitted bootees on my feet and matching mittens on my hands.  Finally she placed a bag of formulae on an IV stand next to my crib and connected it through a pump to my feeding tube.  After adjusting the rate for a steady feed she just looked and smiled at me and said, ‘who is going to be one lucky little lady in her new home?’



It was during the dressing and moving I noticed how really weak I had become because now the staff were lifting and moving me very carefully, even to the point of supporting my head as you would a newborn baby.   I was now at the dawn of a new life as a one week old baby girl, unable to walk, talk or even eat solid foods; no control over my bodily functions and 100% reliant upon others for EVERYTHING.  This was scary beyond belief and somewhere I was screaming to be allowed to go back home and for this to have never happened

[newbaby]

My tummy now felt warm and full and when I managed to get my eyes to look where I wanted them I saw the IV bag was empty and the pump stopped.  I think once again the feed was sedated as I fell into a deep painless and dreamless sleep waking only when nurse came around in the morning to change my now well soiled nappy, something I now had no choice about getting used to.



This nurse was a well built but still attractive lady and she was able to lift my flyweight body from the crib and onto the changing table with relative ease.  Here she began stripping me of all my clothing and soiled nappy, soaker and panties. Instead of redressing me at this point though, she released the brake on the table and wheeled me across the room, through a door and into what turned out to be ‘babies bathroom’.  It had a raised bath which made it easier for the staff to manage the new babies.  I was bathed and when finished the antiseptic smell of theatre was gone and new baby smell was all I could smell.  Nurse then put a disposable nappy on me and with the aid of a raised backrest even managed to put a babies dress on me telling me I looked much prettier now.  



I was now wheeled back into the baby ward and the nurse opened a drawer under the table, withdrew a hairbrush and gently began brushing my hair out, gently humming nursery rhymes as she did so.  She spent the next 30 minutes just brushing and under-brushing my hair until it was silky smooth and noticing the brushing was also having the desired relaxing effect upon me.  Next, she parted my hair front to back with a centre parting bringing each side into tow bunches, one high above each ear which she tied off with pink ribbons tied in bows.



Happy my hair was now right nurse put knitted bootees and mittens on me once again, but these were pink with white ribbons. At this point nurse took a digital camera from her uniform pocket and took a series of pictures of me saying I was the most petite ‘baby’ they had ever had.  



Next, nurse placed a chair alongside the changing table so that when she sat down she was looking me in the face.  She the proceeded to read to me from children’s books for the next hour until the Doctor came round to see me.



The Doctor looked at the nurse and said ‘any problems?’  â€˜only the usual psychological ones Doctor.’  â€˜Ok’ he said, ‘let’s have a look at things’ and proceeded to undo my nappy. ‘I see she is working well down here’ observing my now full nappy.  â€˜I think you had better keep her in a nice thick Terry nappy and soaker from now on. It will serve two purposes, one to keep her cleaner but secondly to make her feel more baby-like.’  He then checked his handiwork down there and satisfying himself all was well, washed his hands and proceeded to remove the gag from my mouth.  However, before I could utter a single sound he had a wooden spatula in my mouth holding my tongue down and was shining one of those medical type lights they also look through down my throat. After a moment he removed both from my mouth and told nurse all was looking well and inflammation going down already. I moved my aching jaw about to try and say something, but before I could utter a sound nurse had replaced the gag and fastened the strap. Looking at me she simply said ‘we are not ready to try our new voice yet are we sweetheart?’



Once he had finished his inspection of me the Doctor said to the nurse ‘we will begin hypno-therapy this afternoon, but, then it will be 2 hours each morning. I only want her retrained to enjoy being a baby girl, accept using nappies as a natural thing and then babies communication skills, i.e. being able to cry for attention as a normal act, being able to giggle with pleasure plus the quirky little moves a baby makes. So when she is ready to go to her new home, she will be a happy baby girl with her (part of my old) own character’. ‘Very good Doctor’ the nurse replied and proceeded to change my nappy in the way suggested. A thick Terry nappy with a second one folded into a rectangular soaker.  Once pinned into place my legs were spread as if horse riding.  Next she put the pink plastic panties on me but this time with little rows of lace on the rump, after which I was placed back in my crib and told to rest.



I did manage a little natural sleep at this point but was woken when nurse returned with another bag of formulae and connected it to my feed tube.  She apologised for waking me but told me I now had to have bottles every 2 to 3 hours, also I needed preparing for my therapy. This she told me would be a little injection to allow me to understand and accept the pictures and sounds easier that I would experience during therapy, also that the suggestions would have better effect and be permanent.



Nurse gave me the injection and within minutes my mind was floating.  I was taken to another room where I was subjected to full audio visual treatment.



This routine continued for a few day when one morning the doctor came to me and decided it was time to remove the stitches in my groin area and at long last the gag from my mouth. He told the nurse I should how have full ‘vocational’ training and be taught how to use my new voice.



I was already brainwashed into baby communications but was totally surprised when I wanted to say let me go and I burst out crying in the most babyish of voices.



Nurse was elated and said quietly ‘now we can make you a real baby, you can now try to talk back to pictures and sounds.’



The next thing I found out was, my feeding tube was removed and I now began a regime of bottle feeds only. Every three hours, day and night I was given a bottle of formulae.  Other than formulae all it contained was a mild, mild dose of female hormones, enough only to keep skin soft and feminine.



For 30 days I underwent this procedure and by the end of it my adult persona was well trapped within my mind and my new baby persona was the controlling one.



Happy with his work the Doctor said we will keep her here one more week the she can be transported to her new homeworld

[newbaby]

The next week was a complete change to everything previous. No medical procedures, no pretty pictures and voices, just my early morning bath, clean nappy, pants and dress.  Then it was time for a bottle after which I was placed in a push chair and taken out for about 2 hours, returning in time for my next bottle and change. I was also getting used to the sound on my voice and the programming had taught me when I should cry, giggle etc.



I was constantly assessed during that week and a final report just said ‘a lovely baby girl, small enough to be a newborn in their world’.



Upon my final morning at this centre I was bathed as normal, put in a clean nappy, this time disposable and then simply wrapped in a blanket before being placed in a steel crib. I t was lined but still steel. I was placed within and two straps were then fastened over me making it additionally impossible for me to get out. Finally to stop my sobbing I was given my dummy.



An attendant came up and released a brake on the crib and wheeled me to another much larger room full of scientific machines.  With no more ado he collected a steel mesh top for my crib from a nearby shelf and fastened it securely to my cradle effectively now making it a cage.



I was then wheeled into a room where the frame of the crib was attached to some sort of mechanism in the floor for moving the cradle forward, but when I looked all I could was what looked like the entrance to a cave.



Approximately fifteen minutes after my cradle was fastened to the manoeuvring device there were sudden loud crackling and humming sound, the sort one hears when huge amounts of electrical energy are being used and the cave entrance suddenly looked like a vertical wall of water. At this point the connection between my crib and the mechanism waiting to move it was double checked; after which I began slowly moving toward the wall in front of the cave.



I wanted to struggle and scream, escape from this thing but the combination of drugs injected into me and the dominance of my infant mind and the straps holding me, the best I managed was a tiny excited wriggle and found myself giggling from behind my dummy at the pretty moving wall. The lack of fear babies have was now manifesting in me.



Slowly but surely my cradle was pulled ever closer to the moving was and once one was a few feet from the wall Ozone was in the air indicating the amount of energy this machine was using and how powerful it was. Ever onward went my cradle until the end was at the face of the wall.  



Without faltering my journey continued and the front end of the crib passed through the wall at which point some clamps released the cradle from the trolley it had been attached too and the crib was then suc-ked completely through and the most fantastic journey began. Suddenly I was travelling at speeds beyond the imagination in what appeared to be a tube but in fact an inter-spatial wormhole where one could travel several light years in minutes.



How long this journey took I don’t know, at some point I either slept or feinted. I only know when I awoke I had arrived at my destination.



I had been taken from the very basic steel cradle and now lay in a wooden cradle that was luxury lined and finished with a satin type fabric, then trimmed in multiple layers of lace trim. The next thing I noticed was the amount of space I had; this wasn’t a scaled up cradle, this was a cradle for a baby and I was small enough to be that baby.



As I looked around more and more I began to notice everything was soo huge, rooms being 50 feet to the ceiling, the height to the rim of the hood on my cradle was at least 6 feet. I also found that even the small movement I had started the cradle rocking as it was pivoted each end. This motion had an adverse effect at this particular moment and I quickly soaked my nappy.



In keeping with my retraining a few minutes later I began my babyish crying demanding attention.  It was at this point I received a major surprise and realised why everything was scaled as it was.

[newbaby]

Only what could have been seconds after I began to cry I heard the calming voice of a lady telling me she was coming.  Oh yes, when she looked around the hood of the crib her face filled my vision, this lady was huge.  Not as in highly muscular or fat, quite the opposite, she was very attractive; but; she must have stood some 20 feet tall.  When she lifted me from my crib all she needed was the palms of both hands.  To her I was a newborn baby in size.



Considering only perhaps a few moments ago I was almost as tall as my captors, and now this; panic set in and I cried as loud as I could and wriggled as hard as I could only to have the lady lay me along one forearm, cuddle and begin gently rocking me, even humming a tune to relax me.



Perhaps ten minutes later I had calmed and the lady (who was in fact a nurse) told me it was time now to get rid of all the old clothes I travelled in and considering the state of my nappy I was pleased about that.  Also that it was time for a nice baby bath and a clean nappy then go see the doctor man for a check up.  Deep, deep within my mind something thought, Oh nooo, not more torture.



The nurse totally undress me, then took me what to me was a full size bath but her more a washbasin but was in fact a baby bath on a pedestal.  There she carefully and gently bathed me after which she wrapped me in the thickest fluffiest towel ever and patted me dry.  After this she laid me on a table and bought over a cloth nappy. Well, like everything here it was scaled to their size and that included the thickness of the fibres (explains the thickness of the towel).  This nappy even unfolded was at least as thick as four Terry nappies back home and when folded was huge on me.  Without any preparation (creams or powders) nurse simply folded the nappy and placed it around me, not bothering to pin it.  Although the thickness forced my legs quite wide open this felt the most luxurious nappy I had ever worn and soon I was cooing with glee.



At this point she carefully lifted me and we went through several automatic doors, along corridors and stopping occasionally for other staff to see me.  A few minutes later we were in a doctor’s surgery and I was laid on a bed/table at which point the Doctor walked in.



Looking at me he said to the nurse, ‘this one’s tiny, definitely newborn status for her.’ Then looking at the nurse he said ‘Do you realise this is only the third newborn status child we have had in 500 years’.  He then removed my nappy and began his checks and test. Firstly I was weighed, then; he physically inspected me, at which point the doctor looked at my altered genitalia and remarked, ‘how crude they are at earth station, we will book her in for surgery and shape her properly. She is going to be a baby girl for a long, long time and may as well be comfortable and look right.’ Next; he began preparing syringes and looking at me said now we need to inoculate you against baby diseases here which are different to your world. I received one in my right buttock and one in the upper left arm.  This very quickly had me crying again and I was soon in the nurses arms again.



The Doctor then told the nurse ‘little one here is going to a very wealthy family and they want her to have the course of longevity drugs, so perhaps you will hold her while I give her this one, again in the buttock.’  â€˜How long will this course extend her life?’ asked the nurse ‘5,000 years’ said the doctor.  â€˜Not long ‘said the nurse and the doctor replies ‘Oh, she is booked for full 100,000 year course but we have to build her body up to accept this’.



(Why these time periods?  Simple, the forefathers of this race were possessed with achieving immortality and almost succeeded. However, that in it self created problems.  Breeding being the main reason. Population had to be maintained or everyone dies. So, it was decreed that no-one be allowed a child unless an elder died. Then; there would be a planetary lottery in which only couples under 2,300 years of age could enter and the winners to be the couple allowed to have a natural child.



It was after this that this race realised what they had done, NO CHILDREN. So, it was then the scientists turned their knowledge to interspatial travel and the search for ‘babies’ began.



Earth was deemed a good source as we were same humanoid features and we spoke the same language (almost). Despite me coming through unable to speak and understand little, it was comforting to hear familiar sounds.)





After the Doctor was finished, nurse picked me up once again, cradled me in her forearm and we left.  However this time the room nurse too me too was decorated in soft pinks and whites and was a warm room.



‘Now little one’ she said to me, firstly, a nice baby bath and make you smell nice, then?  Well wait and see’

[claudia]

I enjoy your story so much please

 keep up the good work.

                  Claudia