Colin looked nervously through the frosted glass of the front door. It was probably far too late for his wife, Hayley, to be up waiting for him, but there was always the chance. If she suspected anything about his three-month affair with his secretary, Julie, she hadnât let on. However, the stories about âhaving to finish a projectâ were become more and more fanciful, and the excuses for âa couple of days awayâ more and more difficult to think up and sustain.
He hadnât meant things to go so far, but Julie was so attractive, and she smelt so good, as well as being a constant distraction, that he couldnât help himself. He checked for blonde hairs on his collar, and wiped his face for traces of lipstick, before he put the key in the door. The hall was dark, which was unfortunate, since he didnât hear the approach of his wife from behind, and was barely aware of the sharp hypodermic stabbing into his buttock before the strong anaesthetic took effect, and he crumpled to the floor in a heap.
It was hours later that he woke, groggy, and tried to put his hand to his throbbing brow. But his hand wouldnât move. Nor would his arms or legs. He couldnât even raise his head, which seemed to have a tight band across his forehead, holding him down flat. He tried again, and as his head began to clear, realised that he was strapped down to something. He decided to call for help, but realised to his horror that his mouth was filled by something rubbery, preventing him from uttering anything except grunts. He heard voices somewhere not too far away, and concentrated on making a noise by struggling, hoping that whoever it was would come to his rescue.
As the voices got closer, he recognised his wife and her sister, Kelly. Thank goodness. They would be able to help him sort out whatever had happened. âLooks like baby is awake at lastâ Hayley said, and Colin saw her lean over him. âHow are you feeling Poppet? Did you have a good sleepums?â Colin stared at her. Why was she talking to him like this?
He struggled again, and she stroked his hair. âThere, there Diddumsâ she cooed âDo you want to get up? Iâm afraid thatâs not going to be possible for a while, not until we have finished your initial treatmentâ
Colin glared. âInitial treatment?â What on earth was she talking about? Hayley continued, in a soft voice, as though she was talking to an infant. âNow, we have to get you looking and feeling right donât we Pet?â We have some lovely clothes for you, and toys to play with, but you have to behave like a good little baby girl, or we canât make progress, can we?â
Colinâs head reeled. She must be having fun with him. Surely this is all a large joke? As though she sensed his thoughts, Hayley leaned over him, placing her face close to his.
âThis is no joke, my sweet. You thought you could get away with having an affair behind my back, didnât you? Well you were wrong. Weâve known about this for weeks. Weâve had time to plan your demise. How we are going to make you suffer! You made a huge error in two-timing me, and you will regret it every day for the rest of your life.
Colin was now very worried, and his face must have showed it. He was helpless in front of these two mad sisters, and there was no way of telling what they would do. A tear trickled down his cheek. Kelly laughed âAwww. Little baby is crying. Perhaps she needs a feed. What do you think, Hayley?â
âI agreeâ laughed his wife âShall we get him some nourishment?â their evil grins told him that something awful was about to happen, but he had no idea how awful. âI think you need to sit up dearâ grinned Hayley, and pressed a button on a remote control that he now saw she was holding. There was a whirring of gears, and he felt the bed, or whatever he was strapped to, fold in the middle, and push him into a sitting position. It was now much clearer where he was. It was some kind of hospital ward, with machines and leads. He was strapped to a bed, and looked down to see that he was wearing a flimsy pink hospital gown, with something stitched across the front. He couldnât make it out though. His hips felt funny, as though he was wrapped up in towels down there. No doubt heâd find out soon enough.
He still couldnât speak, due to the rubbery thing filling his mouth, and became aware, to his embarrassment, that he was now dribbling onto the front of his gown. Kelly came over with a wet wipe and cleaned his chin. Hayley stood in front of him, arms folded.
âSo, would you like to know your future?â He tried to speak, but could only nod. âThatâs it dearâ she continued âfor the time being, you are not allowed to speak. You may communicate in one of three ways; by nodding your head, shaking your head or by crying like a baby. Is that clear?â He nodded, aware that he was in no position to argue.
âYou have been very naughty. Naughty children get punished.â He tried to say âIâm not a childâ but only grunts and squeaks came out. Hayley stepped forward and slapped him hard across the face. His eyes watered. âWhat did I tell you? Only nods, shakes and crying! You will be punished later for that!â
âYou are now going to be made to look like, and treated as a six-month-old baby girl. Your name is Sally-Anne. It says that on your smock. You will behave like a six-month-old baby girl at all times. At any stage, if you show the slightest sign of masculinity or adulthood, you will severely regret it. Do I make myself clear?â Colin nodded, now feeling very nervous indeed.
âYou have a dummy in your mouth, and it will remain there until you learn to behave. Even then, it will only be removed for brief periods. Clear?â He nodded again. âNow, I believe you may be hungry, yes?â Even though he wasnât really, he thought he had better agree. âGood girl. Well, babies need their milk, and we have been lucky enough to find someone to act as a wet nurse for you.â His eyes widened. A wet nurse? Didnât they suc-kle babies whose mothers couldnât feed them? This must be a joke.
Hayley called to Kelly. âBring her in, darlingâ. Colinâs eyes looked to the door. Kelly was pushing in a wheelchair. Oh no! Sitting in the chair was his lover, Julie. Like him, she was strapped in, with a dummy in her mouth. However, her mounds were much, much larger than he remembered.