Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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LITTLE HOBO
No one really took any notice of me. Unless they looked down they would not even see me. I stand 4’ 11” and so thin I can walk out in a rain shower and have the rain miss me. I am a familiar sight on the streets as that is where I mainly live. Sometimes do a little begging but not too often and then the law doesn’t bother me. My meals come mainly from restaurant bins late at night. I usually manage a varied diet as we have several Chinese, one Italian and two India restaurants plus an English one.
Today had all the symptoms of being a normal day, met a few people who knew me, and, because they know I did not partake of too much alcohol they would give me 50p for a cup of tea without me even asking. A polite good morning or afternoon would suffice and today was good to me; I collected £3.50p., a very good day for me. This was enough for 2 cups of tea and a can of beer to take back to my residence (large polythene covered cardboard box) under one of the local river bridges.
Several people had offered help (although sometimes I thought charity) in the form of part time work etc. but nothing enough to afford shelter too. Also I feel a lot was from pity. Until today!
It was quite late in the afternoon and I was doing my usual preamble down the main street in town. It was blowing a bitterly cold wind and I was looking for somewhere to shelter away from it. Anyway, a large car stopped alongside me and a giant of a man got out (to me 5’ 6” is a giant but he was well over 6ft) and asked me if I was interested in some work, ALL found, food, shelter and clothing. Too good to be true I thought, what is the catch? When I asked for a little more information he simply gave me a card and said ‘Be here should you decide to accept’. When I asked if he would drive me there, he simply looked down at me and said ‘We would never get the smell from the car, Walk’. I decided as he was so rude and arrogant I would continue my normal day. Look around gather what I could and return to my residence. I know while I could not afford to be real choosy, but I was always polite to people and a little politeness in return I felt I could expect. So I did my routines and returned to my residence only to find someone had been there and slashed my boxes to shreds and in this bitter wind I needed shelter and warmth.
To consider going to the address on the card was out of the question as it must be at least 5 miles from here, so I gathered some of the polythene sheeting to wrap myself in to try and protect myself from the biting winds.
As the night progressed and the temperature dropped I feel I went from sleep to coma because I no longer felt the cold, I certainly did not feel someone picking me up the following morning.
It would appear the person from the car had been sent to find me again to try and persuade me to accept the position. Apparently when they found me I was near death through hypothermia and was rushed to the address on the card, placed in a warm bath and warmed through. However as it turned out I was to remain unconscious for some 6 days, during which time I was cleansed (all bodily hair removed included) placed in nappies, pink baby sleeper and wrapped tightly in a warm blanket, placed in a cot and allowed to recover.
As I slowly regained consciousness I was not only very weak but also confused. I tried to move but everything felt strange and what are these bars? I tried to sit up, but the first thing I noticed was I could not close my legs something bulky was stopping me from doing so and the exertion made me feel dizzy. I decided to lie where I was for now. It was at least warm and comfortable and I smelled unusually clean, even babyish and slipped back into a normal sleep. What I hadn’t noticed at the time was the bulkiness between my legs was soaking wet.
I do not know how long after I fell asleep it was when I was awoken by a kindly looking lady about 30 years old asking me if I was feeling alright. When I tried to talk everything was muffled and mumbled, something was in my mouth stopping me talking properly. The lady reached down and removed a dummy from my mouth saying it had been used to stop me swallowing my tongue while comatose. I had a million questions but she just shushed me and said to rest. She then placed the teat of a feed bottle between my lips and told me to suc-k and feed. I don’t know why but I just did as she said, the contents were sweet and creamy and it was while I was taking this bottle that I realised I was wet. I tried to push the bottle teat from my mouth but the lady was equally adamant and she kept it there until I was finished.
Once I had finished the bottle of formula the lady said time to change my nappy, even in my befuddled state of mind I knew I never wore nappies. I asked her was happening and she said to relax and all will be explained and sorted very shortly.
The blanket I was tightly wrapped in was removed revealing the pink sleeper. The lady rolled me onto my stomach and proceeded to undo the sleeper to remove it. Once I was undressed I was lifted from the cot and placed upon a table which was protected with a plastic covered mattress, a strap placed over my chest and tightened. This I was told was to stop me falling while in my weakened state. The lady then proceeded to remove my pants and nappy, cleansed me, applied some cream and powder to my nether regions (that smell again) and then replaced the thick nappy and plastic pants. I did manage to see as she shook the panties out they were pink. I managed to remove my dummy and asked ‘why are you doing this to me, and why all girly things?’ ‘Shush now it is all we have that will fit you and all will be sorted soon’. She undid the strap across my chest and sat me up making it possible for her to slip the pink satin romper suit over my head, putting my arms through the short puffed sleeves. She then pulled it down as far as my crotch whereupon I was manoeuvred to allow her to do the poppers and close the suit. A pair of white knitted bootees was to be my only footwear.
At this point the lady called out the name Robert and the man from the car appeared, ‘Would you bring her to the conservatory please Robert’ ‘Of course Madam’ he replied.
I was thinking what is it with this ‘her’ bit, my present clothes may be girly but I am not.
That was as far as my thoughts went as I was taken from the table and stood to the floor, I felt dizzy and wobbled a bit but managed to recover (or so I thought) Robert then took a firm hold of my hand (swallowing it in his huge hams) and walking slowly (that is all the nappy and my present health would allow) led me to the door, out along a little corridor to the head of some stairs. He said to me ‘Take them one at a time then you won’t fall’. That is what I was doing when once more I came over feint and began to fall………epo
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My next recollection was waking to find myself lying across the lady’s lap with my head cradled in her arm and she was fanning me cool with one of those flip open fans ladies use. I tried to sit up but she quite firmly held me down telling me to relax, that I had feinted and almost fallen down the stairs. It was only Robert being there and catching me that saved me from a nasty accident and we don’t want anymore of those right now. Next thing I heard was the lady calling ‘Sarah!! Is little ones bottle ready?’ ‘Yes Ma’am!’ came the reply. I tried to ask what was happening but once again I was shushed. When Sarah arrived she handed the bottle to the lady who then as before ‘encouraged’ me to accept it.
For the next few days I slipped in and out of sleep quite a lot, perhaps the body healing itself, but each waking time was the same, wrapped tightly in a blanket and lying in a cot.
However the day came when I awoke fully and felt fine. It was time to ask questions. The first question being; ‘What the devil is going on?’
I began to call out to attract someone’s attention and was successful, in a matter of minutes the kindly looking lady appeared. ‘Ahh!!’ she said to me ‘you have rejoined us, lets get you sorted then we can talk’.
Two minutes later Sarah and Robert entered the room, lifted me from the cot and unwrapped me from the blanket I had been wrapped in. I was about to sit up when I found the bulk of the nappy slowed me down but also Robert put a hand on my shoulder and held me back down.
‘Just lie still’ said Sarah ‘We will take care of everything’. She then began removing the romper suit I was wearing, followed by my plastic pants and well soaked nappy. Sarah then told me to get up and follow her. We went to the bathroom whereupon she ran a very perfumed bubble bath and told me to get in.
Being somewhat confused at this stage I just went along with what they told me. After the bath I was dried in a large fluffy towel and Sarah took me back to the nursery room where Robert was waiting. I was feeling a little concerned, but Robert just picked me up with little or no effort and placed me on the table I was laid on for undressing. Sarah then approached with clean nappies in her hands. I began to protest about wearing them, but, as she pointed out ‘was the one she removed wet or dry?’ I could not argue the point right now, but I certainly would, I still needed some time to clear my brain.
Once dressed once more I was taken to the conservatory and this time placed in a high chair. The tray was bought down and fastened in front of me. I looked to the outside world and saw about a foot of snow on the ground and still more falling.
A few minutes later the aroma of frying bacon and sausage wafted into the room and I had visions of a lovely breakfast at last.
The kind lady I remembered then entered the room and sat down in a chair almost opposite me, still leaving me with a view of the cold and snowy weather outdoors and that wonderful aroma permeating my nostrils.
She looked at me and said ‘I am Julia; I have a proposal for you which I hope you will accept. Please allow me to fully explain it before you make a decision’. I thought, well at least now I know some names. She then proceeded to explain to me what she wished.
Firstly, she wished for me to be a baby girl of 1 year old or a little less. Why, there was a baby competition coming up and she wanted me to be her baby, but, it would mean total dedication, living and being the part.
What did it mean?, total dedication from me and from them, she told me I HAD to appear as a NATURAL baby for the age group she wished to enter me.
All this time, my view was of a very very cold outside and my smell sensors were in overload with the aroma of that wonderful breakfast.
Julia went on to tell me that everything would be provided; all I had to do was accept and behave as told. She also told me there would be a ‘safe’ word should I feel distressed or wish to stop everything, and using it I could leave whenever I wished. BUT, ALL cash prizes would be mine, but cups and titles hers. When I was about to ask she pre-empted………. £5,000
Julia then placed a contract on the table of my high chair and said, ‘I will fetch your breakfast, give you a few moments to decide. I hope the papers are signed when I return, if not we will get you some fresh male clothing and you may leave’. With that she walked toward the kitchen.
I was now alone and pondering, I thought, well, go along with it for a while, use the magic word when weather fine and disappear, or, go along all the way to competition and get £5,000. Third choice, go now, but where, I have no idea.
By the time Julia came back with a nice full plate of bacon, eggs, mushrooms, sausage etc. I had signed the form. Of course when Julia saw this she placed the plate upon a nearby table and picked the forms up to ensure they were correctly signed.
‘Excellent Paula dear, Oh!! That is your new name dear, from this point forth you are a bay girl approaching 12 months old’.
She then called Sarah and told her to bring MY breakfast in, a Rusk in milk and a bottle of formula. ……………………………………………….ept
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Miss Julia I was told was now going to be my Mummy and Sarah and Robert my Aunty and Uncle. What of my bacon and eggs I screamed, Adults food is for adults is all I was told, baby food for you now. Also I was told ‘talking’ is for grown ups, not little babies, so I was not to talk adult talk anymore or I would be punished.
As I sat in the chair being fed I realised how Julia had very cleverly used a little psychology by using my own senses to convince me to sign the contract. Seeing the cold weather outside; and, the overpowering aroma of bacon and sausage cooking emanating from the kitchen played a large part in convincing me. I was later to find just how binding it was to become.
Once meal time was over for everyone Mommy Julia told Sarah to fetch my new clothes and accessories. Two minutes later I was taken from the high chair, laid upon a plastic sheet covering the sofa cushions and my romper removed.
When Sarah returned she was carrying several items. The first I was shown was a dress, then a petticoat. These were put on me, the petticoat was a single layer and the dress was white satin with elbow length puff sleeve, the only fancy trim being a row of pale pink lace at the neckline, sleeve and skirt hems. Neither item covered half of my nappy. Next to be put on me was a pair of white knitted tights followed by pants which had 4 rows of lace to match that on the dress around them. I am sure they are highly visible. Next came the pair of white knitted baby bootees tied with pink ribbons at the ankles. Sarah then looked across to Mommy Julia and said ‘Mittens Miss Julia’ ‘Yes for now at least’ she replied. With that a pair of mittens was placed upon my hands. They were a strange pair inasmuch they only have one finger and that was inside which held the thumb into the palm of the hand. With the straps done at the wrist I now no longer had proper use of my hands. The straps were of the broad plastic ratchet type sometimes used by the police as temporary handcuffs. Once fastened and checked neither too tight or loose, the excess was cut off and a pink ribbon bow tied over them making them look normal. Aunty Sarah then explained it was only a temporary measure until I settled into routine.
This done, Aunty Sarah had me stand on the floor; my legs took on a bowed effect due to the bulk of the nappy between them. Mommy Julia then came over to look and said ‘It’s a good start, plenty of room for improvement. Put her down now would you please Sarah’. ‘Yes Ma’am’ Sarah replied. I was made to sit on the sofa. Sarah disappeared but only for a few seconds this time, when she returned she was carrying something and it was tinkling. It was pink leather baby harness with pictures of leaping bunnies and 3 bells on the front panel. I wanted to protest but seeing Robert standing by the doorway did not bother. Aunty Sarah approached and placed the harness around my chest, fastening it in the rear, then two straps over the shoulder, before attaching them to the waiting buckles though, she crossed them over, this she told me would ensure they did not slip.
Once fitted to Aunty Sarah’s satisfaction she looked at Uncle Robert and simply said ‘OK, she’s ready’. He walked over and picked me up with comparative ease, holding me so I was looking over his shoulder. Next thing I knew was he was putting me down, but in a lying posture and what is more, he was putting me in an oversized pram. Once I was in he simply attached my harness to waiting clips ensuring I remained there. The cover was put on the pram and the hood raised reducing the light. I was then left to get my first baby nap. Naturally I did not do much sleeping but spent a lot of time considering the situation I was in. What had I signed up to? Kept in baby girls clothing, treat 100% as a baby, no longer allowed to talk and expected to use nappies all the time. Lying here there was no way I was able to argue about it.
I guess I must have dozed off though because the next thing I knew was Sarah leaning over the pram checking my nappy. ‘I need to go real bad’ I said ‘Can you let me out to go to the toilet?’ ‘You are wearing your toilet pet’ she said and reminded me about talking. I had just earned myself two punishments. ‘But I have only just woken, that is unfair’ ‘Three now’ is all she said. I decided to keep hush.
Sarah then proceeded to drop the hood of the pram and remove the cover. She then called Robert in to help. He released my harness and lifted me from the pram and carried me to my room, placed me on the changing table and waited for Sarah to arrive.
A few minutes later Sarah walked into the room holding something in her hand and looking very stern. With Roberts’s aid she undressed me of everything except the mittens. At this point Sarah said to Robert, ‘lift and part her legs for me please’. He then took hold of my ankles and lifted my legs over my body and then spread them as far as he could. This not on exposed my bottom but pulled everything taught. Sarah now showed me what she had bought into the room with her, it was a wooden paddle. I struggled to get free but Robert was far to strong for me. Sarah then explained my punishment for talking, 10 smacks for each offence. So, I had earned 30. She then further explained this would be 5 to each cheek of my bottom and 10 to each of my inner thighs, she also assured me they ARE going to hurt.
Robert was standing holding my legs from my head end leaving my bottom and thighs fully expose. Sarah took her place and began to administer the punishment and God, she was sooo right when she said it would hurt, I thought she was using a red hot poker. By the time she had done 10 smacks on my cheeks I was screaming and sobbing, but undeterred Sarah now began the real painful part, the inner thighs, by the time she had finished there I was almost feint with pain and sobbing only that sort of pain can cause.
When my nappy and pants were replaced they padded my bottom, but not so the thighs, the slightest movement of my legs set my thighs on fire with pain again. Through my sobbing I heard Sarah say that is where all future smacks would be so good behaviour would be a good idea. My tights were then slipped up my legs and bought a fresh flood of tears as I wish they had not been, but they did pad some of the movement problem.
It was while I was sat up having my dress buttoned and the sash tied that mommy Julia walked in commenting ‘I guess from all the noise someone has been naughty’. Sarah looked and told her all about it. Mommy Julia then looked at me and said ‘Now young lady we are going to have to teach you the rules, you know you are not to talk, and as of signing that paper, you do not walk, you will wear baby girls clothes, nappies at ALL times and, USE them. Get used to it’. Your diet will consist of pureed food, bottles of formula. Your medications as I prescribe. Medications will include small doses female hormones to help your skin and a little reshaping of the chest. Unfortunately while you are on them a side effect is a reduction in the size and efficiency of you manhood, not that that matters you will not be using it for a long while other than to pass water’. She then looked at Robert and Sarah and said ‘as Paula is unsettled today we will begin regression tomorrow, I will leave the mix for her morning bottle out’. Returning to me she said ‘That means young lady, loads of pram time for you for the next four or five weeks while we teach you to be a proper little baby girl’. There were loads of questions I needed to ask but dare not; I was still in pain from the last reminder about talking.
Mommy Julia then said to Sarah ‘put Paula back in her pram for today but leave the hood down so she can see the tree’s and sky, let her rest for now’. ‘Yes ma’am’ Sarah replied and replaced my harness. I was then carried to my pram, clipped in and allowed to just rest and again ponder my future, how much of it will I know?...................................EP3
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The remainder of the day was quite uneventful with only my 2 hourly bottle and nappy changes breaking the day. At approx 7pm I was given my final bottle of the day and placed in my cot for the night. I think they had put something in my bottle as I actually soon fell asleep. The next thing I knew it was morning and I was being woken. Woken to what though, Mommy Julia had said today was the beginning.
I was taken from my cot, undressed and bathed. Returning to the nursery my nappy and plastic pants were put upon me followed by and dress and nothing more. This was followed by breakfast, again consisting 1 milky Rusk and bottle of feed. Everything seemed a little rushed this morning and on completion of my breakfast Robert was instructed to return me to the nursery and strap me to the changing table where I was to remain. The aroma of breakfast being fried soon entered my room making me feel positively hungry.
I am not sure exactly how long I was lying on the table, but eventually Mommy Julia came in followed by another lady and Robert. ‘This is Doctor Maria darling; she has come to help you be a proper baby girl’. Robert then undid the strap holding me down while Mommy Julia removed my pants and nappy. This all done Robert turned me over onto my stomach and held me. Suddenly there was a sharp prick in my bottom and Mommy Julia said this was the first of my girly hormones. Next I was turned over onto my back and Dr. Maria began examining my genitals. With Robert holding me down I was going nowhere but I almost hit the ceiling when I felt the next three injections. One in each testicle and one directly into my pen-is. ‘There you go Julia, she is started on a female hormone course, physically incapable of holding her water and now chemically castrated, that little thing will be no good to anyone without the reversal injection’.
I felt now was a good time for the safe word. It was then I realised I did not know it and when I asked Mommy Julia all I received was a very stern look from her. ‘I really need to stop her talking’ Julia said. ‘Leave it with me’ replied Dr. Maria. Next thing I knew was Robert lifting my legs high in the air and opening them wide, Mommy Julia then proceeded to spank my inner thighs once again. 5 lashes each side and I was back in tears once more.
Robert lowered my legs and Mommy Julia and the doctor left the room. A few minutes later Sarah came in and began to dress me.
With my nappy and pants replaced Sarah then put a pair of white knitted bootees on me. Instead of a dress Sarah put a full length nightdress with long sleeves on me. It was plain white but embroidered and trimmed in a very feminine way. My hair was done in a single plait with ribbon to match my dress. I then heard the tinkling of the harness again as Sarah walked over to me from the set of drawers. 2 minutes later and it was securely fastened about me. Sitting on the changing table was not a pleasant thing as I still ached in my groin from the injections and my thighs were still sore from the smacking and there was nothing I could do to soothe either, my thick nappy stopping me getting to my groin and the mittens stopping me getting to both.
The whole morning was working out strange because instead of next going downstairs for my breakfast, Sarah laid me back on the changing table and fastened the strap over my chest once more. After the last occasion like this I was in a bit of a panic but too afraid to ask what was happening. My thighs were still sore.
Sarah then disappeared for around ten minutes returning with two bottles of feed. She proceeded to undo the strap holding me to the changing table, lifted me slightly and gave me both bottles. She then replaced the strap and explained I would feel quite weak very soon; the first bottle had a muscle relaxing drug in it and would soon take effect. I lay there in disbelief, so much was happening so quickly. I had no idea that I had signed for all this. Again I was left alone; mainly I think to allow the drugs to work. While lying there I experienced the first occasion the injection in my pen-is had, I no sooner felt the need to go to the toilet than I was lying in a wet nappy. I could do nothing to control it. Having experienced that seemed to confirm to me that the chemical castration was for real too. The thought of all this bought tears to my eyes and I lay quietly sobbing to myself when Robert and Sarah returned. ‘Oh dear!’ said Sarah, ‘Is our little one all anxious. Don’t worry pet; soon all this will be over and you will be enjoying yourself as a little baby girl’.
After Sarah released the strap across my chest I tried to sit up but found I could not. Even attempting to kick my legs was a week and feeble effort. The drug in my bottle had worked well. Robert came over and lifted me off the table and proceeded to take me downstairs to the conservatory where he laid me in my pram and clipped my harness in once again.
A moment later Mommy Julia was leaning over the pram side with the Doctor Maria. The doctor reached down and removed my dummy from my mouth and inspected my teeth and mouth, saying to Mommy Julia ‘You will need to get something done about the teeth, some are missing and those there look to be mainly bad’. ‘She has a appointment with Jeremy in two days, he is our dentist’. They turned their attentions to me and explained what was about to happen. The doctor pointed out that although I no longer had control of my waterworks there was the bowel to consider too and everything needed to happen naturally, so, I was about to undergo regression training which involved hypnosis. Also they were going to make me so I could not be without my dummy. ‘What we need to do dear is put these little earphones in your ears, fasten them with a little tape and then we tape a large pad over your ears so all you hear is the music and the voices. Also we will be taping pads over your eyes so you only see are the visions created by the voice. Finally we will give you a injection of a hypnotic drug which will open your mind to the commands and make accepting them easier, when you wake dear it will be a new beginning for you’.
Mommy Julia and Doctor Maria then placed two little earpieces in my ears, taped them in place and continued as Mommy had explained until I could not see or hear anything. Then I felt the sleeve of my nightdress being slid up my arm, a tiny prick I assumed to be the injection. Within minutes my mind was floating and then the music and voices began.
How long this continued I have no idea, just know when I woke up Mommy and the Dr. were removing all the pads and earpieces. It was then I noticed my nappy was soaked, more so than normal and there was a horrible smell coming from there also. I had poo’d also. This time though it did not embarrass me nor did I burst into tears, I just accepted it as the normal thing to do. The hypnosis was having the desired effect. Also at the loss of my dummy I became anxious and began to whimper for it, the Doctor smiled at mommy and replaced the dummy in my mouth.
‘An impressive start, I think another 4 sessions like that and this stage will be finished, get the commands well embedded and she won’t be able to stop them’ Doctor Maria said to Mommy Julia. ‘How often do we need to do it?’ Mommy Julia asked. ‘We will do this daily dear give her no chance to resist, then periodical refreshers for a year. After that it should be permanent until reversed’ ‘Fine’ said Mommy Julia, ‘I will arrange to see Jeremy on completion about her teeth’. Ok came the reply. I lay listening to these time periods and thought I should not be here in a years time, the competition will be finished and me gone. I made the mistake of saying so too. WRONG!! Bad move on my part. Mommy Julia just told Sarah to clean and punish, uttering to Doctor Maria, ‘really need to do something about the speaking, could ruin everything’.
Sarah took me to the bathroom where she removed all my clothes, the soiled nappy being last. After clean me she had Robert put me on the changing table and spread my legs in the now familiar punishment manner. ‘As you are finding this so difficult little-one we are doubling the punishment, now it is 20 smacks’. At the end of this I was screaming and sobbing with pain. Even having my clean nappy put on hurt and the elastic of the plastic pants felt like fire burning into my thighs. The only relief of any sorts was when Sarah liberally powdered my inner thighs…… …………………………………EP4
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It was now I was using my nappies more freely that Mommy Julia changed my nappy cream, from the standard off the shelf cream to a special formula Zinc and Castor oil cream. Apparently it is more effective against nappy rash, something Mommy had instructed Sarah to avoid at ALL costs. ‘Pain by punishment is one thing and Paula will understand, but she is not to suffer preventable pain, nappy rash being one’ Mommy told Julia and Robert. ‘Paula is to be changed regularly and to have her feeds on time; we are intensifying the programme now’.
By the time the four additional days of hypno-therapy were finished I was 100% dependant upon my nappies and could not be without my dummy. More than a few seconds without it and I was in tears. This really pleased Mommy Julia, she just commented to Doctor Maria, ‘just need to sort this speaking out now then we can move on’.
Doctor Maria simply said ‘Paula see’s Jeremy today does she not?’ ‘Yes’ said Mommy Julia, ‘Why?’. ‘Lets get her clear of this stage first, may have a surprise for you and happiness for little Paula’. ‘Don’t you think she looks content then?’ asked Mommy Julia, ‘We are not talking content Julia dear, we are talking Happy, as in Paula being happy to be your little girl and if she is happy as your little girl, perhaps, who knows, she may wish to remain so after the competition’. ‘That would be terrific if it is possible’. Replied mommy
I then heard mommy say how she would love to keep me like this, if only she could get me to agree to be her special little girl. ‘If we can make her so happy she wants to stay, would that be good?’ asked Doctor Maria. ‘Absolutely’ Mommy said. Then Doctor Maria said, ’Right, always and I mean always refer to Paula in the feminine; never allow her to think in the masculine, it will make the next stage easier’.
Mommy then said it was time to get me ready to go see Jeremy about my teeth. She called Sarah and told her to get me dressed. Make it something special today as I was going out. This made me extremely nervous as I had never been out since this all started. However Sarah took me to my nursery and began dressing me, firstly white knitted tights then peach coloured knitted bootees. Next came the petticoats, these were high wasted and stood out almost horizontal. The dress was peach in colour and very, very feminine with deep scallops in the skirt, each scallop being decorated with a white ribbon bow. Sarah then carefully plaited my hair into a single pigtail and placed a bonnet on my head that matched my dress. With Roberts help I was then stood on the floor while Sarah put a pair of very frilly Rumba pants on me. I was then sat back on the changing table where Sarah came with my tinkling harness. Once this was safely strapped into place Robert then lifted me and carried me down to the conservatory and once again and sat me on a sofa.
‘Now little lady’ Mommy Julia said, ‘today we go to get your teeth done and then for a treat we will take you to have new earrings put in, and then pet perhaps a nice ice cream treat for you’.
A few minutes later Robert picked me up and carried me to the car where I was placed in a special seat, my harness was clipped in and the safety harness of the seat strapped into place. It wasn’t until now I realised how short my dress was and hence the rumba panties. Everything is designed to show off the pants and do nothing to hide the fact I am wearing a nappy.
The journey to the dentist took about twenty minutes and on arrival Robert went to the boot of the car and removed something. He then undid my harness and lifted me out placing me in the pushchair he had just removed from the boot of the car. Once happy my harness was properly clipped in Mommy Julia spent a few minutes tidying my skirt and petticoats. ‘Have to have our little girl looking her best darling, don’t we?’
A few minutes later I was in the dentists chair under the bright light with Jeremy probing around my mouth. After a full mouth x-ray and a thorough probing he finally turned to Mommy Julia and said ‘well, your little one has eight teeth missing and the remainder are bad. I would suggest full removal and false teeth’. ‘How will you do the teeth’ mommy asked. ‘I think full anaesthetic and two sessions, I will make the arrangements. I presume you wish it done ASAP!!’ ‘Oh yes’ replied mommy. ‘Give me a minute, see what we can arrange’. With that Jeremy disappeared for about 5 minutes then returning to tell Mommy Julia my first appointment was 10am the next day and the second one 4 days later.
With that all sorted I was placed back in my pushchair and strapped in, mommy fussing with my skirts to put them in place. Because the jewellers where I was to have my ears done was about a 15 minute walk and it was quite cold outside mommy decided to put the cover on my pushchair, not that this hid anything as it was transparent. It did however protect me nicely from the cold wind. Our next stop was the jewellers where mommy chose a pair of diamond studs for me and had my ears pierced.
From there we went on to the chemist shop where my powder and nappy cream was purchased. All the time people are looking at me and some even having a good laugh. Some however stopped to talk to mommy and even said how sweet I looked, even commenting on my pretty dress and panties. Does she use her nappies? was a frequent question and most were quite surprised when they were told I could not manage without them. Some even commented on the fact I was wearing knitted bootees and not shoes, mommy quickly pointed out that I was not walking properly, only a few steps when assisted.
Eventually we arrived at a café and went in. Mommy got coffees for her and Robert and a bowl of ice cream for me. Reaching into the bag at the back of the pushchair she pulled out a bib which she tied around my neck. ‘Don’t want to get our dress dirty do we darling?’ She then proceeded to spoon feed me the ice cream. When the ice cream was finished mommy then asked the waitress if she could have some warm milk so she could make me a bottle. The waitress was very obliging and not only did she warm the milk but also mixed my bottle too. This caused a lot of entertainment in the café, especially when mommy held the bottle for me while I drank it. Then quite without warning mommy lifted my skirts, pulled the front of my panties down and felt my nappy simply saying, ‘don’t want you wet dear’. Fortunately I was still dry and clean. Once I was all straightened again and the covers put back on my pushchair we left to return to the car.
The journey home was uneventful and once home mommy had Robert take me in the house with instructions for Sarah to take my dress off and put me into a nightdress and then put me in my pram for a sleep. As Sarah removed my bonnet she saw my new earrings and said how pretty they looked and really suited me. A few minutes later I was changed and wearing my nightdress and safely harnessed into my pram; a blanket placed over me and lightly tucked in…………………………………………….EP5
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When I woke I was again wet and had a strong aroma. Mommy came over and all she could say was ‘Phewww! Aren’t we the smelly one?’ She then called Sarah to bring a changing mat and clean nappies. Once cleaned and changed mommy decided despite it only being late afternoon I was to have my nightdress back on. This all done Sarah then prepared my tea. A wonderful choice of some unidentified and unpleasant tasting puree. A bottle of formula followed this. Afterwards I was placed on the sofa, the TV then switched on to some children’s channel.
I must have fallen asleep during one of the programmes as the next thing I knew was Mommy waking me and holding a bottle in her hand. ‘It is time for your nighttime bottle darling; then beddy byes for you, another busy day for you tomorrow’. Mommy then sat on the sofa, laid me across her lap and cradled my head in the crook of her arm, then began to feed me my bottle. With the uncontrolled use of my nappies and now this I was really beginning to feel like a baby. Somewhere in my mind I was accepting it as a thing that should be.
Once I had finished my bottle my nappy was checked to make sure I was dry. Robert was then asked to carry me to my room and put me in my cot. I was not in there many minutes before the sedative in my bottle took effect and I was sound asleep. I remained so until around 5am when I woke, my nappies well full and smelling something awful again. I was getting quite used to waking with wet nappies, the actual action of filling them no longer woke me even when un-sedated. My movements and murmurings were picked up by the baby monitor at the side of my cot and within a matter of minutes Sarah entered the room. ‘Shush shush’ she said as she rolled me to place a changing mat beneath me.
A few minutes later I was all clean and changed once more and Sarah even had a bottle waiting for. Explaining as she fed me that this would be all I could have until we got home again. ‘All to do with the anaesthetic pet’ she said. ‘I don’t want to lose all my teeth I said’. A sharp look from Sarah reminding me of the error I had just made.
Once the bottle was finished, she laid me back, wrapped the blanket back over me and said ‘now get some more rest pet, busy day ahead for you’.
No sooner had I dozed off than Mommy, Sarah and Robert came into my room. ‘Put Paula on the changing table please Robert’ said Mommy with a non-too pleasant tone. I was then undressed and strapped to the changing table. Mommy then said to Robert ‘lift her legs and open them please, I hear she was naughty again early this morning’. No more to do he did as he was bade whereupon Mommy took up a syringe gave me my girly injection straight into the right cheek of my bottom, then she took up her favourite wooden paddle and applied 10 severe smacks to each of my inner thighs, at the end of which I was once more screaming and sobbing intensely. Mommy simply said ‘you will learn darling, you are 1 year old and speaking is for grown ups only’. I was then taken from my changing table to a shallow bath where I was washed and cleansed.
Sarah asked about my dress for the day Mommy said nappies, extra thick for today, do not know how long she will be in surgery, nightdress and blanket, ensure she is tightly wrapped to keep her calm and warm and no more bottles until after she has seen Jeremy.
All this done Mommy said it was time to depart, she instructed Robert to carry me to the car where she supervised me be put in, only this time instead of the usual baby seat I was placed in a carrycot style bed fixed across the back seat of the car. I was laid on my back and a strap secured across my chest. I wanted to wriggle and writhe, let them know without words I wanted to keep my loose black teeth, they are mine. However under the influence of the muscle drug and the blanket that was wrapped tightly around me my efforts may have rippled the surface of the blanket.
Once again the journey to Jeremy’s surgery was short and upon arrival Robert unclipped the whole carrycot and carried me into the surgery. I was taken into a room and one of the nurses came to Mommy and said ‘leave her wrapped, Jeremy will sort it when he comes but also it will keep little one calm’.
I wasn’t kept waiting many minutes before Jeremy came into the room. He turned to Mommy and said, ‘right, we are ready for her, she will be about an hour, do you wish to wait or go do some shopping?’ ‘We will need to wait really, I am sure she will want a bottle pretty soon after waking, her last one was about 5am’. ‘Not a problem’ said the assistant ‘leave her bottle and baby-milk and I will sort it for you’. ‘That’s kind of you dear’ Mommy said and turning to Robert and Sarah said ‘Lets go get some shopping and a coffee’. They then promptly turned and left. A few minutes later the nurse/assistant had removed my blanket, which she followed with my nightdress. I was left lying in just my nappies and pants.
I was then taken from my carrycot to a special seat in the surgery. Jeremy swabbed my arm and I felt the injection. Within a few seconds I was asleep and dreaming. I was back on the streets again, only now it was a bitterly cold day, snow blowing everywhere so I must have decided to go back to me shelter beneath the bridge. When I arrived everything was destroyed as before but this time I was watching from the outside, I saw myself lying down wrapped in a sheet of polythene and slowly beginning to freeze and then saw people coming to find me.
With panic beginning to set in I began to hear voices in the background calling for Paula to wake up. Jeremy had finished and I was beginning to come out of the anaesthetic. I woke a little confused and first thing I noticed was my dummy was missing and I began to look and grizzle. But when the nurse actually put it in my mouth for me I barely noticed, as my mouth was still quite numb. I became very restless and distressed, so Jeremy said to the nurse to fetch my nightdress and blanket. ‘Get her wrapped again perhaps she will settle’ but the nurse said ‘I think I had better change her nappy first if you could just lift her for me’. It was only when my nappy had been removed that Jeremy and the nurse saw my manhood. ‘Oh! My gosh!’ said nurse ‘look at that, it is so tiny, no wonder they keep her as a little girl’. Jeremy looked and said ‘Even my son Carl has more than that and he is only just over a year old’. I felt so embarrassed and wanted to tell them of the injections that must be doing this to me but feared another smacking. I had never been well endowed down there but now I had even less. When Jeremy looked closer he commented on the fact that the scrotum was tight and holding the testes tight to the body just like a tiny babies. The nurse then cleaned, creamed and powdered me then put me a clean nappy and pants on. I had for the first time actually had my soiled nappies changed by strangers, so humiliating. Also she put my nightdress on me but it was Jeremy that wrapped me in my blanket ensuring it was tightly wrapped. He then placed me back in the carrycot. While Jeremy was doing this; the nurse had gone off and made a bottle for me.
When nurse returned to feed me, she took my dummy from my mouth and because of the numbness of my mouth I was unable to feel the teat of the bottle against my lips. I began to cry for my dummy back. However the nurse gently opened my mouth and inserted the teat, then gently closed my mouth and I was soon settled and suc-kling on my bottle. It was while I was taking my bottle that mommy Julia, Robert and Sarah returned. Sarah came over to take over feeding me but the nurse just said ‘It’s alright, don’t often get to do this’. She also pointed out that I had been changed, so was clean and dry too. After finishing my bottle Mommy Julia told Robert to take me to the car while she had a word with Jeremy. Apparently making arrangements for my next visit. What I was not aware of was how Mommy wanted the job finished. Not with false teeth but false gums sufficient only to keep the shape of my mouth right. She then returned to the car and we returned home.
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On arrival Mommy instructed Robert to leave me in my carrycot but to take it and place it in the waiting stand in the lounge. This done and a few minutes later Mommy came to me with a bottle and fed me. This one she explained had a painkiller in it to allow me to rest. Having finished my bottle Mommy called Sarah to settle me down and put the covers on. Sarah then put a strap across my chest and gently tightened it, this being instead of my harness that could not be fitted; she then put the cover on and raised the hood and fastened the cover halfway up the front of the hood, checked my dummy and once happy I was all tucked in she then hooked the portable baby alarm to the side of the cot and left me to rest.
What else was in the bottle I don’t know, but it was late afternoon when I awoke and I must have been murmuring or making some noises as Mommy and Sarah were at the side of my cot as I opened my eyes. Mommy then lowered the cover and hood on my cot and checked my forehead for a temperature. Satisfied I was all right she called Robert to lift me out, and then removed the blanket, I was then laid upon a changing mat on the lounge floor. ‘Likky Paula made a poo-poo’ said Mommy as they began to undress me. I was rather ripe, well I had had this nappy on now for about 6 hours. Once I was completely naked I was taken to the bathroom and bathed, once more drowned in what was becoming my favourite aroma, J&J baby soap, oil, shampoo. I was becoming addicted and little did I realise it, this is exactly what Mommy Julia wanted.
Bath time done I was taken back to my nursery and strapped upon my changing table. Robert then lifted and separated my legs and I screamed ‘NO!!!!! ‘This is unfair I have not spoken’ when Mommy Julia came over and said, ‘we know pet, but time for your girly injection and I want Sarah to apply some special cream, so don’t worry’. Sarah then explained the cream was called sudocreme, a special antiseptic/anti-biotic cream. Supposed to keep my nappy regions healthier. Mommy then said ‘keep her legs open Robert, 30 this time please Sarah, 10 to each thigh and 5 to each buttock’ and the agony began once more. Last thing I heard was Mommy saying, ‘you will learn darling’.
The next three days passed peacefully with my time spent between my new playpen and either my pram or cot for daily naps.
The fourth day however once more saw me being readied for my second session with Jeremy. Again it was just a nightdress and blanket for the journey. We arrived at the surgery and were greeted cheerfully. The nurse came over to me and said ‘how are we today pet, going to need a change again are we?’ I feel she derived some sadistic pleasure from seeing me try to squirm. I was then made ready for the operation, my blanket and nightdress removed. I was then transferred once again to the special seat and within a few seconds felt the little jab in my arm. Once again I was drifting in a deep anaesthetic sleep, wondering the streets trying to find shelter from the biting wind. I watched as I made my way to a café for a hot drink and five minutes of warmth only to see myself thrown out and told to stay out. Back out on the street again I watched as I stumbled to a roadside mobile café desperate for a warming drink. I actually began o cry at this point it seemed so real. Apparently Jeremy and his nurse were amazed when they saw tears at my eyes. But then the reassuring sound came through the fog, ‘Paula!! Paula darling, wake up its all over sweetheart’. Jeremy then looked to ensure all was well and said ‘did we have a nasty old dream pet and frighten you?’ he then wiped my eyes for me.
Problem was, while under the anaesthetic tears were not the only things I parted with. My bowel and bladder decided to evacuate also, giving the young nurse yet another chance to change me and laugh at the remainder of my manhood. After completing the nappy change and putting my nightdress back on me the nurse then went to prepare my bottle. It was while she was feeding me and talking that she commented ‘It must be nice for Julia having a baby girl like you that will never grow up, always a little baby girl’. It was when she removed the teat from my mouth to allow me to breathe that I whispered ‘only until after the competition’. ‘Oh!’ said the nurse, I understood you were staying like this’. This worried me but I decided to say no more in case she asked Mommy about it.
When Mommy arrived back she began having a conversation with Jeremy about finishing the treatment. Jeremy said ‘I have been looking into your thoughts of rebuilding the gums instead of false teeth, well, I have found a laboratory that will do them for us, only thing is they are a permanent fit, have to be screwed to the jawbones’, ‘that’s not a problems said Mommy’. ‘Oh, said Jeremy, according to Paula she will be leaving after some competition’. ‘Take no notice of her, silly girl, she just needs convincing this is a better life than the streets. Lets get this organised. How long will it be?’ ‘Well the gums need to heal first then the artificial ones made, be about 12 weeks altogether’. ‘Good’ Mommy replied, ‘Organise it please’. With that Mommy instructed Robert to return me to the car.
It was a quiet ride home and I knew I was in trouble again. Upon arrival home Mommy simply told Robert to take me in and put me in my pram but to remove the blanket and put my harness on me. I was soon clipped into my pram cover on and hood up and except for the tinkle of cups in the kitchen there was a deathly hush everywhere.
I was unable to sleep or rest even knowing of my impending punishment, but the wait and the silence was unbearable. However this only lasted for around 20mins., the time it took for Mommy to have a cup of tea. Next thing I knew was the hood on my pram was being lowered and Mommy was stood over me. ‘I need to talk to you young lady, clear a few points and the first one is, if you wish to leave after everything and the competition is over, then so be it. I am hoping however that you will by then be sufficiently happy and content being here you want to stay, but if you do then it will be as you are now. Your routines will remain the same, you will be well cared for, fed and clothed. I am not going to punish you for today I realise how anxious you must have been, but from now just be good for me and I promise I will make you a happy little girl’. I felt a great relief at this and was about to just say thank you but Mommy pushed my dummy back and said ‘shhhh, remember! No grown up talk, now, I have a present for you, it was going to be for being a good girl, but I think we can overlook it this time.’ Mommy then reached over and gave me a teddy bear, which I immediately reached for and began to cuddle it. ‘Oh look, she has really taken to that right away’. All right Sarah dear, give Paula her bottle now please’.
The following day bought more surprises, firstly I was bathed, but my clean nappies were just laid across me and I was strapped down to my changing table again, but Sarah did give me my new Teddy bear. Shortly afterwards Mommy walked into the nursery with Dr. Maria and instant panic set in, I did not fancy those injections again. I started wriggling in my panic was soon calmed when Dr. Maria said it was only a check up. After she had inspected my shrunken genitals she turned to Mommy and said ‘going very well dear, we now need to have a talk about the full regression’. Mommy looked at me and saw the anxiety rising in me so came over and said ‘don’t worry pet, I told you I was going to make you a happy little girl while you are here, that is all the Dr. and myself are discussing. Trust me’. ‘Sarah would you get Paula dressed please dear and today I think her lavender dress with petticoats, tights, bootees and bonnet. Make her look really pretty today she is going out’. Mommy the returned to Dr. Maria and asked ‘how long does this procedure take?’ ’12 weeks in all, but she will be resident at the clinic for it’. ‘Works out well that does’ Mommy said, ‘times nicely with Jeremy’s next phase’. ‘Excellent, we can get Paula booked into the clinic today. Dr. Stewart is a personal friend of mine and developed this programme, I will ring him and let him know we will be there around lunchtime’.
Sarah finished my ensemble with a pair of frilly rumba pants to match my dress. Once again my harness was put upon me and then Sarah asked Robert to take me and put me in my high chair in the dining room. Mommy Julia then interrupted saying to Sarah ‘I will do her bottles today dear as little one is going away for a while’. ‘Yes ma’am’ replied Sarah.
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Robert carried me and put me in my high chair, clipped my harness in and fastened the chairs safety strap. The tray was then clicked into place. All I could do was sit and wait. Shortly afterwards Mommy Julia came in, removed my bonnet and placed a bib about me saying ‘we don’t want to mess our pretty dress do we darling?’ She then proceeded to give me two bottles of formula, one of which must have contained a very mild sedative as all my stress faded and I felt relaxed but not at all sleepy.
Mommy said to Robert ‘I think we will only require Paula’s push chair today as she will be staying at the clinic for a little while’. Soon afterward I was taken from my high chair, my bib removed and a coat matching my dress put on me followed by my bonnet. I was then taken to the car strapped into my special seat and Mommy sat one side while Sarah the other.
The journey to the clinic took about 2 hours and when we arrived while it was in large grounds it was surrounded by a high wall making it very private. We finally arrived at the doors to an impressive building and immediately the door was opened and someone came to greet us. ‘Hi, I am Marcus Stewart, I am to be Paula’s primary consultant, shall we go in, and two of the nurses will come for Paula’.
Once inside the clinic the staff nurses began undressing me of everything. A thick disposable one replaced my nappy; Dr. Stewart saying this is all they use, then a basic white nightdress. My clothes were then carefully folded and placed in a bag for Mommy to take home until next needed.
‘So, what is the procedure now doctor?’ asked Mommy. ‘You leave Paula with us and get a happy Paula back. She will commence the learning programme today and basically when she fully wakes in about 10 weeks from now she will be a 1-year-old girl. Tomorrow she will have surgery to hide what is left of her masculinity, give her nice lines there and about a week from now she will have throat surgery for the speech, then it is a matter of basically programming her brain to that of a 1 year old girl, the end of which that is all she will know. There is a special part to the regression too, selective hearing, she will only be able to understand what you and I say to her, the rest just gets lost, so learning again is out of the question but the mind control will stop that too.’ ‘So once regressed she will remain so until either you or I allow her to come back to this?’ asked Mommy. ‘Yes’ replied the doctor. ‘You mentioned the speech part doctor, what does that involve?’ ‘She will have an operation on the larynx which will stop her speaking other than words formed in the mouth, mainly baby words like ba-ba, ma-ma etc. Also the timbre of the voice will change, softer and more feminine, which I believe is what you wanted. As we said, what you will get will be a 1 year old baby girl.’
Listening to all this I began to panic inside but the sedative was still working and I was helpless, also the nurse had just given me an injection and I was beginning to float into a dream. At this point the voice in my head began telling me what a lovely baby girl I am and so it continued.
All I can remember of this part is the dreaming, the voices over and over, never stopping..
When the time came to fully waken I looked upon the world differently. It was through the eyes and curiosity of a baby. When I tried to call out all that came was ‘aba-ba-bab’ and the voice was not mine, it was a girly voice. I looked around me and saw two nurses talking, but why can’t I understand what they say, it is just gibberish. One then noticed I was awake and came over, saying something I could not understand but I did understand the tummy tickle and soon began to giggle a little baby giggle. My arms and legs wiggling and waving. She said something to me, which again was gibberish but then produced a bottle that I readily accepted.
I must have dozed because the next thing I heard was Mommy Julia saying ‘and where’s my little girl?’ this produced an immediate reaction of excitement and baby giggles. My arms outstretched begging to be hugged by my Mommy. She came over and gave me a huge hug causing me to cry when she let go. She replaced my dummy which I had managed to lose in the excitement which helped settle me a little, but I still lay there arms outstretched wanting so much for her to hold me.
Two staff members came over and lifted me from my cot and put me on a changing table where Dr. Stewart removed my nappy and showed Mommy my new girly look. ‘Oh my gosh’ she said ‘so much like a girl now, but you say she still has the male parts’ ‘Yes’ the doctor replied. ‘Well, you have done a good job hiding them.’ Mommy said, she then asked ‘But how successful has the rest of the procedure been.’ ‘It appears to be completely successful but that is what the next two weeks are for, so we can assess her. The voice we know is successful we just need to check the hearing and reactions. Walking is restricted; mainly only with assistance and a series of injections has insured she will never be out of nappies. They take a week to be fully effective but Paula was done week one she was here, so no chance of a reversal now.’ ‘That is perhaps a little more than planned right now, but good news never the less’ replied Mommy.
While Mommy and the doctor were talking, one of the nurses had replaced my nappy and nightdress. She also put a pair of frilly plastic pants on me. She said something but to me it never registered. It was while the nurse was dressing me that Mommy looked over and noticed the mittens were missing and quickly pointed it out to the doctor. He replied ‘She doesn’t need them anymore, her mind is controlled enough now, ordinary mittens will be fine in future.’ ‘Excellent’ replied Mommy, have to bring some when we come to take her home.’
Over the next two weeks I was observed given three periods hypnosis which unknown to me were for imprinting keywords in my mind, keywords Mommy had asked for. This done everyone was happy and I was declared ready to go home.
When the morning to go home arrived I was not aware until Mommy entered my room with Sarah, both of them carrying bags. I immediately stretched my arms out wanting to be hugged and Mommy was more than happy to oblige. Sarah came over and said something, but got no response. I think she was a little hurt until Mommy reminded her of my hearing situation.
I was then lifted over to the changing table and the first thing Sarah did was remove my disposable nappy intending to replace it with one of my thick terry nappies and pads. However when she removed my disposable one of course she noticed my newly acquired femininity and commented to Mommy about it saying how much better it looked now. Mommy also pointed out that I could now never be out of nappies, as I had no physical control at all. Sarah then applied my Zinc and Castor oil cream; powder then put one of my own nappies and 2 soakers on me, then a pair of plastic pants. I lay on the table loving every little bit of it, especially as Sarah now made a little cutchy-cutchy coo game out of it and had me giggling all the time. Both Sarah and Mommy noticing the difference in my voice. Sarah then put my white tights on me followed by a pair of knitted bootees, then cam my petticoat. At this point Mommy picked a bag up and looked at me saying ‘and now darling a super surprise for you.’ When she opened the bag it revealed the most gorgeous pink and white dress, I showed my excitement the only way I could by wiggling my legs and waving my arms. She put it on me fussing over the skirt and the sash bow at the back. Then came the new mittens, these were knitted ones to match the bootees tied only with a ribbon. Next on was a knitted matinee coat and bonnet. Finally when I was standing on the floor with Sarah’s aid Mommy produced the frilliest rumba panties ever seen and pulled them on me, at which time she declared me ready to go home and told Sarah to fetch Robert to help me.
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Mommy said to Robert to walk me a little way and she was thrilled as she noticed the definite uncertainty of a baby’s walk. She then told him to let go of my hands, I managed a further three steps before plopping down on my well-padded bottom. But all the time Robert was supporting me I giggled a high pitch giggle of excitement, much to everyone’s delight. Before we left the room I heard the tinkling of bells and within a few seconds was wearing my pink harness. Robert then picked me up and carried me to the car where I was placed in my special seat in the back, my harness clipped to the waiting clips and the seats safety strap fitted. One of the safety straps came up between my legs and always held my skirts high showing my panties off. Before what basically amounts to 10 weeks of intensive brainwashing I would have been very embarrassed at having such feminine underwear being shown off, but not any more, it was all part of being a baby girl. Sarah came to the car and gave me my teddy, the first time I had had hold of him for three months and I gave a little squeal and wriggled in my seat when I saw him. By the time we were ready to leave all the staff were at the car waving and saying goodbye, the only one I could understand now being the Doctor himself.
Soon we were travelling home and I was so excited, this was my first car ride that I could remember. Mommy and Sarah nattered with me only understanding one half of it and one of the topics was about the muscle-relaxing drug, Mommy said ‘no need, Paula’s own mind is controlling it now, only drug she needs now is her girly injections once a week.’ They also discussed what a marvellous job had been made creating my girly look genitalia.
Having no real concept of time anymore the journey seemed soon to be over, no doubt the excitement of it helping and we were soon parked in front of the house. Mommy told Robert to take me to my playpen. He carried me to the lounge then stood me down, then, supporting me walked me to my playpen in my slow uncertain manner. Mommy and Sarah were watching and were thrilled which bought lots of reaction from me.
Mommy then said to Sarah ‘you make a pot of tea for all of us and I will do Paula’s bottle. It may seem a little strange now with no additives, hope she will like it.’ Obviously with the exception of three days Mommy did not know my last two weeks in clinic was on baby food and no drugs.
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While I had been away Mommy had bought me a new playpen and filled it with baby toys, building bricks, several raggy-dolls and other mainly soft toys. I looked around my playpen with full excitement, ALL these new toys for me to play with. I hit a bright red button on one toy and it made the sound of a frog, I did not know it was a frog but it made me happy and I giggled.
Mommy eventually came through with my bottle, but when she opened my playpen and held my hands and carefully walked me to the sofa upon which I was sat. I could see the happiness in Mommy’s eyes, even a little tear and I just gave a little coo, my attempt to say I love you Mommy. Mommy sat and then laid me across her lap, cradled my head in her arm and fed me my bottle. Now all I did was feed like any other baby, no resistance.
Mommy would coo and talk to me, saying we were definitely going to win this competition and the £5,000 was as good as mine. All the while telling me what a pretty and lucky baby girl I was, no longer out in the freezing cold (It was now spring, but I did not know this). She would remind me all she wanted now was for me to be very, very happy and to remain her little baby girl forever. But unbeknown to me my previous 12 weeks had ensured that. I was thinking as a 1 year old. Every time Mommy spoke to me I would get excited and do many babyish things. But mommy especially loved my new baby girl giggle and would tell me one day darling you will be my daughter.
I was eventually left (but supervised) to play in my pen and I was very content, having no mittens on I could build my bricks, open my books and cuddle all my dollies and teddies. The television was on to a Disney channel I was in heaven. I would manage to get three bricks on top of each other before they fell over and then just giggle in my new girly voice. But, as my co-ordination in every way had been disrupted, opening a book was very difficult and what was inside meant nothing, but the pictures were nice.
Neither Sarah nor Robert could read them to me, although they did talk baby talk to me which amused me. But only Mommy could tell me stories now. Mommy would sit at the side of my cot stroking my forehead while reading to me, or she would just talk. Once asking the question ‘I wonder where you really come from.’ Of course I could not tell her how my parents were no more than a drunk for a father and a mother who was little better than a prostitute. How they would vent their anger on me and the many bruises I carried for many years until one day. Going to school with my packet of shop bought sandwiches and a £1 coin my sum total of cash I decided to take a detour and never did arrive at school, in fact I never returned home. Instead I found myself after a few days walking in this little market town where I decided to stay. However, at first I almost starved until I learned a few tricks of being a beggar, tramp, hobo whatever name you call it, I was there, homeless and destitute. Providence then shined upon me, I had been sleeping under a river bridge but then managed to find a large cardboard box and large sheet of polythene, I now owned my first home. It was marvellous, shelter at last. I now had somewhere dry and quite wind free to sleep. Also I found going around restaurants late at night I could find enough food to keep the worms happy. I never did a lot towards making me big and strong, quite the opposite, I remained small, almost petite one could say.
I was never hassled by the authorities so could only assume my parents thought good riddance and never filed a missing child report. (I say missing child as I was under age of consent.) Of course my schooling stopped at this time so I remained quite juvenile, learning only what I needed to survive. I could count sufficiently to stop myself being cheated of the little cash I managed to beg.
The night watchman of a fresh food factory took a little sympathy on me and once a week would allow me to use the shower facilities in the employee’s area, so I managed at least to stay clean. Clothes were a little harder, I did have two sets of clothes but had to wait until I had accrued £5 before being able to go to the laundrette (and even then they would only let me use it when there was no-one else was in there). I did try to manage my hygiene as best I could. I survived like this for around two years and that fateful night when I almost froze to death. Chances are if Mommy had left me the choice I may never have left her anyway. For the first time that I remember in my life I had found love and affection. But, Mommy did not know this and wanted to weigh the odds in her favour.
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The next I knew was it was morning, I was soaking wet, smelly and sore, I soon began to cry and very quickly Mommy and Sarah entered my nursery, Sarah muttering something about baby monitors. ’With all the Ooohs and Aaahs etc a plastic changing mat was placed beneath me and my soiled nappy removed, but once my nappy had been remove Mommy said to Sarah, ‘get Paula back on zinc and castor oil cream and for now plenty of it, she is showing signs of nappy rash, perhaps due to the cream at the clinic. Ensure her new girly profile is especially well treated too. Mommy then said to Sarah, ‘get her bathed, and dressed; I want her in her best Pink dress and accessories.
Sarah then spent 2 hours getting me bathed and dressed. I was sat on the changing table when Mommy came in and talking to Sarah, but so I would understand too, Mommy outlined the day ahead for me. Firstly, the boutique, my eyebrows needed doing; I needed fresh earrings my nails needed trimming. No make up, no nail polish, but well defined eyebrows. Little baby girls do not wear make-up. Once dressed my baby harness was put upon me and I was taken to my high chair in the dining room where Sarah clipped my harness in and fastened the chairs safety straps. With my bib in place and the table fastened my breakfast was bought over, a bowl of warm sweet porridge (oatmeal) followed by a bottle. Mommy said to Sarah that my girly injections were also finished now as the hormones were being put into my feed.
Apart from being totally content in my new life the one thing that I could remember and was missing was the horrible pain between my legs. That was now gone, why I did not know, but was happy it had.
I think I screamed and cried throughout the whole procedure. The plucking of every eyebrow hurt. The beautician said that as they had been removed with electrolysis over 90% of them should never return. This pleased Mommy. When the lady in the shop asked Mommy why no nail-polish, make-up, etc, Mommy simply said, ‘One year old babies do NOT wear make up, or at least MINE DOESN’T.’ Another statement to say I was hers. Once this was done Robert placed me back in my pram, simply clipping my harness in; it was not a push chair day. When the shopkeeper asked Mommy about the pram Mommy said it was an unpleasant day, but she still wanted me to rest as much as possible and a pram with covers on and hood up is the best way, my rest being aided by the gentle rocking of the pram.
We left the beauty parlour and went on to a jeweller where Robert took me from my pram, held my hands allowing me to stand while Mommy fussed with my petticoats and skirts. Then with Roberts aid I did my unsteady baby walk to a chair where he sat me down. Mommy then bought me several sets of earrings, ranging from studs to small decorative hoops. Each set being fitted and looked over. Mommy the just looked at the shopkeeper and said to the shopkeeper ‘A pretty girl cannot have too many’ and by his reaction he must have agreed.
But every time Mommy said pretty girl, or Paula or anything referring to me in the feminine now made me feel so happy, proceeding exactly as the programming was designed. EVERY comment in the feminine instilled more deeply into my brain I am a happy little girl, and with me only being able to understand Mommy there was no fear of mistakes happening, she had total control of what I was could understand and was very careful that I only heard the right things.
Robert then put me back in my pram and Mommy said ‘as the weather has improved, let her sit up’ so my harness this time was clipped to longer straps that allowed me to sit upright. The hood left down and covers back I was on full display to all and the only thing that concerned me was my teddy bear.
It was decided to have a walk around town and do some shopping, Mommy saying how I needed some more nappy cream and powder, and so while Robert and Mommy would go in to the shops; Sarah would stay with me outside. Several people making comments and all they received from me was either a do not understand baby look or a little giggle from behind my dummy. However during the course of the shopping I decided it was nap time and to the gentle rocking of my pram lie down and fell asleep. Sarah or someone must have changed the fastenings on my harness as when I woke I was on my back and unable to sit up again. For some reason Mommy always insisted upon me sleeping on my back and the short clips to my harness ensured this.
While we were in town Mommy decided to call into see Jeremy and see when he wished to finish my mouth. It was arranged for me to go in and a moulding taken of my mouth the very next day. He then proceeded to explain to Mommy that as requested these would not be false teeth but gum rebuilds and that it would take him a few hours to get this absolutely as it would affect the shape of my mouth. Mommy said ‘I would love for Paula to have those adorable cupid lips if you can’. ‘Let me see when she comes in tomorrow, and she certainly seems different now, a real little baby girl’. ‘Wait until you see her nappy changed, you will be surprised I think, it is not only her mind that is under control’. Mommy then went on to explain to Jeremy that communication would not be possible and he would have to do everything he needed doing, such as open your mouth etc. as I would not understand him, and, he may find me crying easily as Mommy would be away and it would be all strange to me. ‘She has been here before’ said Jeremy, ‘Yes’ replied Mommy but she does not remember that, remember she has the thought processes of a 1 year old now’. Jeremy assured Mommy that crying, distress or anything would not happen as during the procedure I would be mildly sedated. Just enough to keep me calm.
They then went of and discussed things and one of them was to have the jaw inserts fitted right away then when the new gums arrived 30 minutes and they would be fitted and I could be back on my feed. No doubt Mommy agreed as she came to me and explained Jeremy was going to do some things and she Sarah and Robert would soon be back.
It actually took Jeremy 3 hours to put the inserts in and take a moulding of the mouth. After which I was taken to the side room I had been in before and laid down in a cot. Nurse came in and checked my nappy, and, as usual after all that time it was soaked and smelly.
She prepared everything for my change, except I thing herself because when she removed my plastic pants and nappy, saw my new girly part, she squealed and called Jeremy. ‘Come look’ she cried. Jeremy entered and said ‘I know, she has, Oh my lord, would you look at that, that is tucked away soo well, as close to a sex change as you can get without doing it fully. That looks the part. What a lucky little lady this one is’.
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I didn’t feel lucky at that time, my mouth was sore and I was doing a lot of crying. In my infantile state I could not understand what was happening to me and I so desperately wanted my Mommy. Jeremy’s assistant finished changing me and prepared a bottle, but this time allowed it to get quite cool so it did not burn my tender mouth.
It was not long before Mommy returned and as soon as I saw her I began to cry and reached out for her. She came over, gently lifted me to a sitting position and gave me a big hug and stroked my back consoling me. Once settled she put my dummy back in my mouth and lay me back down. She then turned to Jeremy and enquired how long before this would all be finished, he told her about 2 weeks. ‘Will she have that lovely cherub look?’ asked Mommy. ‘Certainly be a very good imitation, but you may need to consider a little plastic surgery for full effect’ he replied. ‘OK, that is for later perhaps. But it is time to get her home now, let her rest, been a tiring day for her, you will let me know when you are ready to fit the gums.’ Mommy replied. ‘Of course’ replied Jeremy.
Once home Robert took me to the nursery where Sarah took my day clothes off me and replaced them with a nightdress and harness. I was then placed in my cot, harness clipped into place and left to rest. This was easier said than done as once again my gums were aching and I started crying when it wouldn’t go away.
Mommy came in and pulled a chair next to my cot, then lowered the side. She then applied a cream to my gums which had a soothing effect and soon had me settled. Mommy however sat in the chair and began fussing me and talking. She was once again saying how she would love for me to remain her little baby girl after the competition. While she was saying this her fingers was circling on my nightdress outlining my tight little breasts. Telling me how she would make me a proper little girl and not just a copycat one and how wonderful life would be, never worrying about meals and a bed ever again, lots and lots of pretty clothes. Perhaps even allowing me grow up a little more. It would only be a little bit of conditioning in the clinic. All I could do was look, listen and suc-k on my dummy as I had no way of replying. Sarah entered the nursery and handed Mommy a bottle of warm baby milk. Changing her position slightly Mommy raised me a little and proceeded to give me the bottle and as I suc-ked contentedly Mommy again reminded me how this could last forever if I wished.
It continued this way for the next two weeks, Mommy feeding me, talking to me all the time she did. Visits from Dr Maria to ensure all was well, she paid particular attention to my new style genitalia ensuring no infection occurred. I had a visit to the hair salon where my hair was primped and preened into its childlike style, a combination of tight curls, ringlets and a deep fringe. My eyebrows were done once more bringing floods of tears again. The lady told Mommy ‘one more session dear and they will be fine, but don’t want to hurt the precious little thing too much all at once.’
During the day, even when in my playpen it was pretty dresses, petticoats rhumba panties and everything fine and frilly. Mommy was flooding me with feminine feelings. Not that I could recall anything masculine from my life, all I knew was I had been a girl for always.
The two weeks finally passed and my appointment with Jeremy arrived. Mommy said to me ‘Pretty dress for you today darling as you will only be in with Jeremy for a few minutes and then we are going shopping. Mrs Pentecost has made you some new dresses, petticoats and rumba panties for the competition and she wants you to try them on’. On mentioning Jeremy’s name I began crying remembering the pain, but Mommy cuddled me and reassured me this time it would not hurt. She then called Sarah and told her to put my pale lemon dress on me with matching accoutrements, white tights with the lemon knitted bootees and mittens with white ribbon ties. Also the lemon harness as I would be spending most of the morning in my pushchair.
Once Sarah had me dressed it was Robert who then carried me to my high chair for breakfast. He sat me in my highchair and fastened my harness in along with the chairs own safety strap. Sarah placed a bib on me and tied it in a bow behind me; the table was then clipped into place. Mommy then told Sarah to strap my hands to the chair side as she did not wish me messing my mittens either. My breakfast was 2 Rusk’s soaked in warm milk, and then followed by my bottle; this time well diluted orange squash. Once finished I was placed in my playpen while everyone else had their meal.
As soon as everyone was finished and ready to go, Sarah came to me, took off my harness and put a white coat one me then changed my harness for a white one. Robert then carried me to the car, strapped me into my seat doing his best to try and keep my skirts down and looking nice. Mommy asked him to put the pushchair into the boot of the car while she sorted my skirts. It was then time to go to Jeremy’s for my new gum rebuilds and new shaped mouth.
The journey seemed to go all to quickly and in what appeared no time I was being wheeled into Jeremy’s surgery. I was greeted with a chorus of welcomes and my you are looking especially pretty today but all went over my head until Mommy repeated what they were saying.
I was lifted from my pushchair and sat on a chair while Sarah removed my harness and coat showing off my dress and petticoats. Jeremy’s assistant then said ‘can she stand and walk?’ ‘A little’ replied Mommy, ‘why?’ ‘Oh stand her up please let us see her in that heavenly dress properly.’ With that I was lifted down and supported while Mommy then fussed and sorted my skirts to best effect. Everyone was cooing and ahhh’ing saying how pretty and sweet I looked. ‘Impossible to think it was a male person, any little girl would be so envious’.
Jeremy then said ‘Well, someone take her bonnet off and we will get the job she came in for done and see what a pretty picture she makes then.’ So, no more to do, Mommy took my bonnet off and Jeremy lifted me into the surgery and the special seat again. I soon began to grizzle still associating this room with pain. Jeremy however smeared some gel on my gums, and then waited a few minutes. A jaw spreader was placed in my mouth to keep it open while he removed the caps protecting the inserts in my jaws. He then produced a box and removed one of the rebuilds, gently placed it in my mouth and when happy it was a perfect fit proceed to screw it into the inserts for a permanent fit. With the lower one done he then proceeded with the upper one. Once happy they were both properly in place he stood back and admired the results. He then put special caps over the screws and hid them away forever. He then removed the spreader and took a good look at the work, looked at his assistant and said ‘Well?’ ‘Perfect’ she replied, even to having some of that cherub look Julia wanted.
Jeremy then called Mommy, Sarah and Robert in to see. I could tell from the huge smile on Mommy’s face she was overjoyed with the new look and came over and gave me a huge hug saying ‘Darling, you are so gorgeous now. All the pain is over and what a brave little girl you have been’. My mouth felt odd, having more than shrunken gums in there, but, not uncomfortable and no pain.
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Jeremy’s assistant arrived a few minutes later with a warm bottle of feed for me. ‘Need to see if she can manage her bottle still’ she said. She was about to pass it to Mommy when Mommy said ‘why don’t you feed her dear, get rid of any fears she may have about being here’. Once finished and having been winded Jeremy said ‘Can we see her standing Julia? And without her dummy for a few minutes please’. ‘Of course’ replied Mommy and I was duly lifted of the special chair and stood on the floor. My dummy was removed and this showed my newly shaped mouth. Everyone smiled, but Jeremy went to his cupboard and quickly returned with a digital camera and proceeded to take a series of pictures. ‘I would like to put one up in the surgery if I may’ he said, ‘let people see a pretty little girl with her new smile’. ‘That’s sweet’ replied Mommy, ‘of course you may and please, send me a copy too. I may have a surprise for you too in a few days.’ Curiosity aroused Mommy just laughed and said he would have to wait and see. Sarah put my coat, bonnet and harness back on me and ensuring I had my teddy bear with me Robert lifted me back into my pushchair, fastened the harness in and the pushchairs safety strap, Sarah then began fussing over my skirts and coat to get best effect and still show off my rhumba pants. While this was happening Mommy must have been finalising everything with Jeremy finishing with ‘thank you’s.’ and compliments of a job well done.
Once outside Mommy said, ‘right, firstly we go for coffee and cakes, need to kill some time to Paula’s next appointment’. So it was off to a café where Mommy asked if it was alright if she bought my pushchair in and was shown to a table with plenty of space at one side. Once everyone was sat down the waitress came over and was taking the orders and said to Mommy ‘and what is this beautiful little one having?’ Mommy told her nothing as I had only just had a bottle. ‘Not even a mini bottle of orange?’ asked the waitress. ‘Do you do them? In that case bring Paula one of those’. While having their coffee and cakes and Sarah gave me the mini bottle Mommy outlined the basics of the day. ‘Firstly Paula has an appointment at Marie’s salon to have her hair done; only this time Sarah no bonnet just a large ribbon bow and tails. After this she has a session at Raoul’s Photographic Studio where Paula will have several portrait pictures done of her alone, hence not wanting the bonnet until later, then there will be some with me with Paula, then Sarah, then Robert and finally a group picture. Once Paula is finished there it will be lunchtime and this afternoon she then goes to Mrs. Pentecost for a dress fitting session. Her special competition dresses so no-one says anything to anyone else, OK?’ We spent about three quarters of an hour at the café when Mommy decided it was time to leave and take me to my first appointment to have my hair done.
When we entered the shop, me walking between Sarah and Robert, Marie looked and simply sighed and said ‘here she is, my prettiest little girl’ not knowing I could not understand a word she said. Mommy soon put her wise to that and the fact I could no longer speak adult speech. Marie was amazed. ‘You really do have a baby girl the Julia.’ More so than you think dear, she needs changing can we use the back room?’ ‘Of course you can’. With my changing mat laid out on a work surface Mommy proceeded to remove firstly my rhumba pants, then tights, plastic pants and nappy. ‘Now what do you think to my little girl Marie?’ showing her my new girly feature ‘Oh my, that is fantastic, almost looks the real thing. And would you just look at that adorable mouth; so kissable Jeremy’s work no doubt’. After being on display and the only topic of conversation for about 10 minutes Mommy told Sarah, ‘Dress her dear then she can have her hair done’. ‘And a special hairdo for this special little girl today’ said Marie.
I was then placed in the raised salon chair; Marie placed a pink cape about me, tying it at the back. ‘Alright sweetheart, first we wash and condition your hair.’ Marie chatted happily to me even knowing I never understood a single word, but it had the desired effect of keeping me calm. Next cam the trimming of the ends, Mommy had instructed Marie the she desired my hair longer. Once trimmed Marie then applied a colour, wrapped a towel around my head and I was then left. Marie asked if she could prepare a bottle while we waited, but Mummy told her I had had quite sufficient for now. Plus I had a long photo session to go through yet. ‘Shame’ said Marie ‘would love to give that pretty mouth a bottle.’ Time came to rinse my hair again, and once again Marie conditioned it say it now felt silky smooth. With a towel she removed most of the water then began applying rollers and curlers all over my head, a gentle setting lotion applied and then a net to hold it all in place Marie removed my earrings then I was placed under a dryer. Marie said to Mommy ‘removed them to stop burning those little ears, but it is going to take extra time dear, want it to set better but do not want to frighten her with too much noise and heat in her new state’.
Eventually the time came for the dryer to be removed, then the net and finally the curlers and rollers. Marie then began to very carefully brush it out, first the longest loose curls at the shoulder working up to the smaller ones on the head. Then it was time for the deep fringe and finally the deep, deep ringlets, three each side. Marie then took a comb and carefully set some loose hairs in place and saying to Mommy ‘Well Julia, what do you think?’ ‘I think you have excelled yourself Marie, can we have the bow in please’ with that Marie tied a large ribbon bow at the back, carefully pinned it out for maximum effect then went very lightly over my hair with spray. Marie turned my chair around to face the salon and all the ladies just cooed. I am sure too I saw a little tear come in Mommies eye as she said ‘Sweetheart, you are the most gorgeous little girl, Mommy is going to have some special pictures taken of you now’. I wriggled my legs and reached out my arms, I so wanted a cuddle. Mommy came to me and gave me a cuddle then reaching into her purse took my earrings out and replaced them in my ears. Mommy turned to Marie and said ‘you have worked wonders, what do I owe you?’ to which Marie replied, ‘Those special pictures you mention, may I have one to put up in the salon? Paula is the best baby model I have ever had in’. ‘Of course’ replied Mommy, ‘but you will always be her personal hairdresser from now on and in a few weeks I am going to need you A LOT’ ‘Be my pleasure Julia, such a gorgeous model too, just let me know when.’
Very carefully I was lifted from the chair, my coat and harness replaced and then put back into my pushchair. Mommy told Sarah before we left the salon ‘Put the hood up dear it is windy out there and it is a cold wind too. Put the covers on, I do believe it looks like snow’. With my pushchair now weatherproof and me safely inside we proceeded to Raoul’s photographic studio.
Whilst Mommy Sarah and Robert were all cold and windswept by the time we arrived, I was as Mommy put it ‘in pristine condition.’
Raoul greeted us personally and said ‘is this the little lady?’ Mommy said ‘yes’. Sarah and Robert were still taking me from my pushchair. However, once out Raoul said ‘Oh yes, with a picture like this, who needs a camera?’ followed by laughter. With my harness and coat removed Mommy and Sarah began fussing once more with my skirts and petticoats ensuring they were perfect. Raoul said ‘the teddy bear, it has to go’ Mommy said ‘no way, perhaps her dummy for a few minutes, but teddy, no chance’. And so the shoot went on, Teddy and I and then the mixed shots followed by the group shot. In all about twenty pictures were taken of Teddy and I and quite a number without my dummy without me bursting into tears. What no-one had noticed was Mommy whispering in my ear, ‘be nice for the picture man petal,’ it was one of the many triggers implanted in my mind because once the pictures were all taken she whispered ‘concentrate on Mommy petal’ and I was my normal self, take my dummy from me and expect a screaming session. Sarah and Robert were quite amazed at my behaviour.
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One thing Raoul did for Mommy was to include some digital pictures; these he processed while we waited. Everyone looked and they were well impressed as Raoul had managed to show all the poignant details. Sarah even commenting ‘I never realised Paula’s eyes were so blue’, then looked at me. Mommy then told Sarah and Robert to get me ready for leaving as now it was lunchtime. Sarah duly put my coat back on, fitted my harness and asked Mommy about my bonnet. Mommy replied ‘I don’t think so, let’s show her bow off a little,’ everyone had a little chuckle. Robert picked me up and placed me in my pushchair once again, clipped my harness in and fitted the safety straps, Sarah finishing by tidying my coat and skirts.
After we left Raoul’s we walked to a quieter part of town where all the finer restaurants were located. Mommy Julia had already booked a table at Alfredo’s so we were expected and were greeted as old friends. ‘Miss Julia, so nice to see you again,’ then looking at me said ‘this must be the little girl you spoke so highly of; well we have a special treat for her.’ We were then shown to a table in a bay window setting but with a special seat for me. It had a front tray same as a high chair but the seat was lower. Sarah removed my harness and coat, and then placed a bib about me. Alfredo said the main course would be about 20 minutes, would they like starters which were then ordered. Alfredo then said to Mommy ‘as you pre booked and told us you would have little one with you we have prepared a little starter for her too if that is alright with you Miss Julia.’ ‘That is very sweet of you Alfredo’ Mommy replied.
A short while later the waiter arrived with the starters which he served out and was about to leave when Mommy said ‘Alfredo said he had a surprise for Paula too.’ ‘Yes Ma’am he will bring it in a moment.’ He then left. Two minutes later Alfredo arrived carrying a small bowl which he delicately placed on the tray before me saying ‘A special dish for a special little lady,’ ‘Looks nice Alfredo what is it, nothing too rich I hope.’ ‘Oh noo Miss Julia, simply a King Prawn that has been carefully shelled and mixed with a slice of bread without crust and one drop of olive oil, then simply blended together, and with your permission, I would like to give her the first spoon and see if she likes it. I would love to feed her all of it but as you see we are extremely busy.’ ‘That’s fine’ said Mommy ‘As soon as you wish I will take over.’ To me it tasted strange but nice and excited me and before he knew what had happened, Alfredo had spent 15 minutes feeding me the whole contents of the dish. He found my excited little giggles and reactions quite amusing. When the crockery and cutlery had been cleared, the waiter bought over the main courses and once again Alfredo bought mine. ‘For Madame’ he said ‘We have a special chicken and vegetable puree’. Placing the bowl before me but this time passing a plastic spoon To Mommy saying ‘I really must go this time ha, ha, ha.’ After thanking Alfredo Mommy took the spoon and tasted the food ensuring it was not too hot or salty before giving me some. All this was new to me with my new gums and slowed me down eating, also made me a little messier than usual. As a result my bib was getting a good covering, but being slow did allow mommy to eat too. What I did manage to keep in did taste nice though, better than Rusk. Once finished eating they all had coffee while I had a bottle of Apple Juice.
It was about this time though disaster struck. The prawns being a little richer than my normal food worked it’s way through my system like an express train and to a fairly loud explosion my nappy was fully and I gave a little giggle. ‘Oh no, you little stinker now what do we do?’ Mommy said sternly but with a smile. She called Alfredo and asked if he could help, ‘Just a moment’ he replied and disappeared. A few minutes later a lady arrived and said ‘Bring her with me dear, you can use the room upstairs’. Robert removed my bib and the tray to the chair, then he picked me up and carried me upstairs to the room indicated by the lady. ‘We are lucky’ said Mommy ‘even have running water, be able to clean you properly stinky poo.’ She was laughing while she tickled my tummy and made me giggle, but not too excitedly for fear of making me sick after my meal. Once cleaned and put into clean nappy, plastic pants and then finally dressed we returned downstairs where Mommy went to see Alfredo while Sarah and Robert prepared me for the next part of our journey.
Once outside and realising how cold it was Mommy decided to have the covers put on my pushchair and raised the hood. It was then about a 20 minute walk-back to the car. We were soon all inside with the engine running and the heater warming the interior. The drive to Miss Pentecost’s house took about half hour.
As we drove up to the very imposing house of Miss Pentecost, the door opened and a lady I vaguely recalled stood waiting to greet us. Everyone got out of the car with Robert carrying me to the doorway and then standing me down, holding my hands to support me. ‘Hello Julia dear, how are you keeping?’ ‘Fine’ replied Mommy Miss Pentecost then looked at me and said ‘And look; our precious little Princess, has she come to try on her new special pretty competition dresses. But, come, come let us not stand here in the doorway our little one will be getting cold.’ At which point we went into the house, Robert and Sarah supporting me and letting me walk. Miss Pentecost and Mommy walked behind us and Miss Pentecost commented; ‘Doesn’t she have the sweetest baby walk Julia, how did you achieve this?’ ‘A lot of expense and hard work’ replied Mommy ‘But isn’t my darling Paula worth EVERY penny’ Mommy knowing of course I could only understand half of the conversation, once again, playing the psychological game.
We were guided into a large room, which looked like something from heaven. It was Miss Pentecost’s sewing room and was fill with dresses and other baby clothes in various stages of manufacture. Miss Pentecost then told Sarah and Robert to sit me in a chair she pointed out while she sorted my new clothes. It was while sat in the chair that the unfamiliar food at lunch decided to react. Not only did I do a super fill of my nappy I also exploded from my mouth and vomited down my dress. Fortunately Sarah had removed my coat by this time. Mommy and Sarah tried to catch as much as possible but my dress was covered. Mommy looked at Robert and said ‘you will have to ensure the car is warm for the journey home as Paula will only have a coat on’. But then Miss Pentecost stepped in and told Mommy ‘Never dear, we will sort a nice ensemble for her and leave those clothes here I will have them put through my special cleaning process’. I was then taken to a side room where there were changing facilities. I was then cleaned, a clean nappy and nice pink plastic pants put on me. The remainder of my clothes were removed leaving me only in nappy and plastic pants. Mommy then came to me and whispered ‘now we are going to see about these lovely outfits darling.’ So. With the assistance of Mommy and Sarah I waddled out of the room and returned to the main room again where Miss Pentecost was waiting.
While I was being cleaned and placed in fresh nappies Miss Pentecost too had been busy, she had bought the dresses and accessories in and put them on display. Just looking at them was a dream but in a few moments I would be wearing each one of them in turn.
The first one she selected was white chiffon over satin dress with deep lace collar and lace trimmed bodice. The lace was white with a narrow band of red piping. The hem of the skirt and the elbow length puff sleeves were finished the same. The petticoats were white but the rhumba pants were again finished like the dress. Next was the bonnet with the deep peak that framed the whole face in a mass of sating and lace, again with the narrow red stripe on the lace. Miss Pentecost then placed a pair of lace trimmed ankle socks on my feet then, something new to me, a pair of white Mary Jane shoes. With Robert holding my hands everyone just looked and admired. Miss Pentecost was the first to speak and said ‘Could be a few broken hearts round at that competition’. After a series of photographs it was time for the second ensemble.
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The second outfit was in pale apricot and the most noticeable difference being the scalloped edge to the skirt. With each of the troughs of the scalloped hemline being trimmed with a small pink bow. The sleeves were shorter than the first dress but still puffed and also trimmed with a pink bow and ribbon tails approximately 4inches long. The petticoats were the same pale pink and the bows on the dress and designed to keep the skirts high and horizontal ensuring the rhumba panties were on full display. There was no bonnet to this outfit, instead a large pink bow. With apricot coloured tights finishing with pink satin bootees and mittens. After more oooh’s and ahhhh’s and photographs it was time to get changed once again. Once everything was removed and I was left standing in my nappy and pants, Sarah checked my nappy finding it damp she suggested under the circ-umstances that I should be changed early to avoid the possibility of an accident. Mommy and Miss Pentecost agreed and Robert quickly carried me into the side room and put me on the changing table. Sarah soon had my dirty nappy and pants off, cleaned, creamed and powdered me and replaced my nappy with quite a thick one this time. Then a pair of transparent pink plastic pants. Robert then returned to the main room where Miss Pentecost awaited me for my third outfit.
It turned out to be a double layer of chiffon; this was white on pink giving a very soft pink effect. Three-layers petticoats were supporting the skirts. With mittens and Mary Jane shoes in white, the ankle socks were also white but had a pink lace trim at the ankle. The Rhumba pants and Bonnet were also matching white with pink lace. The peak of the lace-lined bonnet protruding so far it was almost like a set of blinkers. A final series of pictures and once again Miss Pentecost checked the fit of the dress and all accessories as she had with the first two dresses. Once satisfied everything was just right and needed no further attention the clothes were taken off me.
Standing there in just my nappy and plastic pants once more Mommy said to Sarah to get my coat as my dress was unfit to wear when Miss Pentecost said ‘Oh no dear, she cannot go home like that, just give me a moment.’ With that she disappeared for a few minutes returning with her arms full. She was carrying a pale lemon dress, white petticoats, white tights with lemon bootees and mittens with a lemon and white lace bonnet to finish the ensemble. Mommy looked at miss Pentecost and said ‘I think she could wear that even to the competition, it’s lovely.’ ‘True’ replied Miss Pentecost, ‘but I think the three made for Paula are much prettier, also Julia dear, I have another one for you to look at’. A moment later Mommy was looking at a full-length white satin dress. The bodice was embroidered and the hems of the dress and short puff sleeves were lace trimmed. The neckline was decorated with a 4” deep broidery anglaise collar. Mommy just stared adoringly and said ‘but, isn’t that a christening gown?’ ‘Yes’ replied Miss Pentecost, ‘just in case Paula decides to stay and start a new life with you. I always keep two or three ready. Just in case.’ Winking at Mommy with a sly smile on her face. Both of them just laughed but Miss Pentecost did ask Mommy what the chances were of me staying and Mommy just told her ‘pretty good I think, have to wait and see.’ Mommy then turned to Sarah and Robert and told them to put my coat and harness on then take me to the car. So, while Sarah did my coat and harness Robert went to start the car and turn the heater on to warm the interior. A few minutes later we were all in the car and going home. I was soon asleep; it had been a very full day for me.
Eventually we arrived home and Robert carried me indoors with Mommy saying to take me straight to my nursery. She instructed Sarah to prepare me for my cot, so she carefully undressed me, checked my nappy and then put a white nightdress upon me. It was a full length one with embroidered bodice. A white knitted bonnet was then put upon my head. Sarah then waited with me until Robert arrived and lifted me from the changing table and placed me in my cot. Sarah then raised the side of the cot and her and Robert then left.
Two minutes later, Mommy arrived with a bottle for me. She placed her chair at the side of my cot, completely lowered the side, lifted my head and removed my dummy, a slight murmur suggested I was tired and hungry so she quickly teased my lips with the teat of the bottle that I quickly accepted and began suc-kling on.
While I was feeding Mommy was again plying the psychology, telling me what a pretty girl I am, how lucky I am and telling me again about all the lovely new dresses I had tried today. All the time my wide eyes were fixed upon her face and seeing only kindness, peace and security. I was gazing upon the person who had my complete trust; someone I knew would love me for always.
The next few weeks to the competition were filled with playtime in playpen, of which I now had two, one in the lounge and a new one in the large bay window area where my pram goes. Also it was dresses at all times and nightdresses for bed. Mommy ALWAYS gave me my last bottle and one of her talks. All this was slowly and very surely taking what little of my own mind was left and convincing that I am a little baby girl. I was on a daily basis becoming 100% little baby Paula.
Mommy was thrilled at my progress, so convinced I was now that little girl she wanted.
She had Dr Maria and Dr Stewart come and check me. Dr Stewart said he was convinced only key words of programming was left, he was convinced I was now totally a baby female in my own mind. Dr. Maria was totally thrilled, saying ‘This has worked so well, I cannot see Paula wanting to leave now Julia.’ Mommy looked at Dr Stewart and said ‘Can you finish the task if Paula stays as my ‘daughter’?’ ‘Not a problem’ he replied, ‘but get the proper permission first.’
Competition week arrived and it was busy, busy time. Dresses had to be rechecked for fit and then carefully packed away in tissue paper and large brown boxes for transporting. Mommy insisting they arrive in my dressing room at least twenty-four hours before the start of the competition and placed on hangers to allow them to fall into place once again. Miss Pentecost assured mommy that not only would they be hung up but she would personally ensure they were pristine when needed. This pleased Mommy completely until she started thinking, hair, must get Paul’s hair done. So, she rang Marie to make an appointment for me and was told to keep me here, as she would be coming over to the house to do it.
When Marie arrived she had a large case with her which when she opened it, it was full of hairdressing things which she very quickly began to make use of. I was sat in my high chair; cape placed around me; and Robert gently lent it back over the sink. I screamed with fear as I thought I was falling, but Sarah and Mommy soon consoled me. So with Robert holding my high-chair Marie washed my hair. Once this was done my chair was moved to a more suitable position for access to dryer etc. Marie then proceeded to trim my hair after which she placed Rollers in it. She then asked Mommy if she could use setting lotion as it would help keep curls in, to which Mommy said ‘A little only.’ Altogether it took almost 2 hours to do my hair, but when Marie finally brushed it out Mommy was well impressed and said ‘Oh yes Paula, you look gorgeous. Marie has done a wonderful job darling.’ Marie then said ‘You will need me at the competition of course.’ To which mommy replied ‘could you? Would you, that would be perfect.’ ‘Of course’ replied Marie, ‘our little Princess is going to win.’
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Will you be allowing a little touch of make-up for her Julia?’ asked Marie. ‘Absolutely not’ came Mommies stern reply, ‘At one year old she does not wear make-up.’ ‘Sorry’ replied Marie, ‘Just thought with it being the big show you may have a change of mind.’ ‘No, that is the sort of thing they trip you up on, Paula has to look and behave exactly as a one year old would, hence all the training etc. Except for one detail my little darling is as near perfect as she can be for now, but that feature must remain………for a little while at least.’ ‘Won’t having it grafted down as you have count against her?’ asked Marie. ‘No’ replied Mommy. ‘Fact is all the parts are still there just placed a little different.’ Then turning to me she said ‘Not that my little angel knows anything about it do you pet, been knocked out to you haven’t they? And I’ll bet you cannot even remember the pain let alone the day now can you sweetheart.’ Looking at Marie she said ‘God she did cry when she had those injections, one in each testicle and one deep into the pen-is and four injections around the sphincter, totally chemically castrated now you know and can never ever be without nappies, but she sobbed her little heart out almost all day. But she is happy now, and, it is time for her bottle as well. Sarah dear prepare a bottle for Paula then she goes in her playpen until bedtime (and looking at me) yes she does then.’ Tickling my tummy and making me giggle and wriggle uncontrollably, also causing a gush of warm liquid to fill my nappy. ‘Whoops’ says Mommy ‘now we have to change my little cherub’ whereupon Marie said ‘may I, I don’t have any children of my own and would love to change Paula’ ‘Of course’ replied Mommy and called Robert to carry me to my nursery and place me on my changing table. This he did, but because no one else was present he fastened the strap across my chest to ensure I never fell.
When Marie arrived Sarah was with her, but all she did was to show Marie where everything was and which cream to use. Marie then noticed my nappy rash cream was zinc and castor oil cream and not the usual non-lanolin cream. She said to Sarah ‘Is this all Julia allows for Paula?’ Sarah replied ‘Yes, nothing else allowed’ ‘Wow’ said Marie, ‘Particular’. ‘That is Miss Julia, nothing but the best for her little Paula, but isn’t she a little treasure.’ Marie then said as she was changing me ‘does Paula have any hair nets?’ ‘No’ replied Sarah ‘why?’ ‘I want her sleeping with one on for the next few days to keep her hair in place. I have some special soft sponge curlers too, keep those lovely curls in.’ ‘Best tell Miss Julia then, she always puts Paula to bed at night now, gives her, her last bottle and tells her bedtime stories.’
Once I was changed Sarah showed Marie how with a little help I could walk, so between them they slowly walked me back to the lounge and my playpen.
At this point Marie went to Mommy and asked her what time we would be leaving for the competition and would she have any spare space, if not she would take her own vehicle, but Mommy told her transport is sorted, she had a minibus hired and would be leaving about 7.30am Friday and that she would be picked up on the way.
Marie then went to her workbag and returned with some items saying to Mommy ‘I will show you how I want the curlers put in if you wish’ to which Mommy agreed. In the meantime Sarah had collected me from my playpen and I was lifted into my highchair. Fifteen minutes later my hair was all done up in rollers again and a hairnet holding everything in place. Mommy the said to Marie ‘you may as well leave them in now, it won’t be too long before Paula goes to bed.’
Everything was quiet the following day, my normal routine of bath, fresh nappy and pads. Clean plastic pants, white knitted tights, bootees then petticoats and dress. From there I was taken to my high chair in the kitchen where my bib was placed about me in readiness for my breakfast. This consisted of Ready-Brek, which is like a smooth porridge; this would be followed by a bottle of fruit juice, usually apple.
Once finished eating Sarah wiped my face clean, removed my bib and was about to let Robert place me in my playpen when Mommy turned to her and said ‘Put Paula’s coat on her dear, think we will take her out for a walk in the park and let her watch the swans and ducks, I want her to relax today. Tomorrow sees the start of a very busy few days for her.’ And so it was a half hour later I had my coat on and was safely strapped into my pushchair with the covers on against the winter weather. A few minutes later both Sarah and Robert had their coats on too and were ready to take me for a walk. As we were About to leave Mommy as Sarah if she had a spare bottle in case they decided to stop at a café for a drink. Sarah replied she had, one with fruit juice in ready for use and one empty, as she knew the café owner would make a bottle up for me. Mommy being satisfied all was well then waved us goodbye and we were on our way to the park and watch the birdies.
The walk to the park took around 20 minutes and we passed several people on the way, some of them pausing to look at me. Mostly the comments were ‘how pretty’ but there was a sarcastic one or two. However we did eventually arrive at the park where Sarah found a sheltered spot with a bench seat. She parked the pushchair facing the lake. She had the forethought of bringing some bread with her and soon had a large flock of birds near us very much to my excitement and amusement.
An elderly lady who had been sitting on a nearby bench came over to us and began chatting to Sarah, saying how pretty I looked and was obviously excited at seeing the birds, but could not recall seeing us there before. Sarah pointed out it had been a busy time for me over the last few weeks preparing for a baby show. ‘Special babies of course’ commented the lady. ‘But with her sweet looks and pretty dress I am sure she will win. May I ask her name dear?’ ‘Paula’ replied Sarah. ‘Ohh, and such a pretty name too.’ Sarah and the old lady continued chatting until Robert pointed out I was getting fidgety and a little grizzly. She felt the front of my nappy and said ‘We need to go to the café, Paula needs changing and the owner allows us to use his back room.’ ‘Oh!’ Replied the old lady, will you be having a drink while you are there, if so would you mind if I joined you it is quite cold now.’ Sarah and Robert looked at each other and Sarah simply said ‘of course not, please do’ and in a matter of minutes Sarah had everything packed away and we were on the way to the café.
Upon arrival at the café Sarah and Robert were greeted by the owner who also came over and began fussing me and tickling my tummy making me laugh and giggle excitedly. Sarah then pointed out I needed a change and asked if it was OK to use the back room. ‘Of course’ said the owner, ‘you know the way’. Two minutes later I was laid on a table with my nappy removed when there was a sudden gasp. The old lady had followed and no one had noticed her. ‘Oh my’ she said ‘I would never have guess she is male’. ‘She is not’ said Sarah, ‘that little thing no longer works in a male way and is permanently grafted as you see it.’ ‘Looks very feminine in its way.’ Replied the old lady. Sarah then proceeded to replace my nappy and pants. Once all was done we all returned to the restaurant where the owner showed us all to a table where a bottle was waiting for me; and someone waiting to take everyone’s order.
There orders were delivered and whilst they ate and drank they chatted, mainly about the forthcoming competition. Once finished Sarah and Robert said their farewells to the old lady and the proceeded to take me home.
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Upon arrival home Mommy took my coat, bonnet and mittens off me; and me being happy to see her again I reached out asking in my way for a hug and cuddle. Mommy was more than happy to do this; it proved the bonding she wanted was happening and she was closer to having her wish of me being her baby girl for all time after the competition. After the hug and cuddle she then held my hands and helped me stand then walking me to my playpen in the conservatory where I sat down, picked up my teddy and began to play. Mommy then closed the gate and I was left alone for a little while.
I was too occupied busying myself with teddy and the rest of my toys, some of which if I hit them they made musical sounds whereas others were definitely ones for cuddling. All soft and fluffy just like teddy is to notice what was going on around me. Mommy suddenly appeared startling me enough to make me wet my nappy and begin to cry. In seconds Mommy had the playpen gate open and was cooing and cuddling me. Once settled down again mommy produced a bottle of warm formula for me. She sat and cradled my head in crook of her arm, picked up the bottle and after removing my dummy teat teased the bottle one between my lips. It was not many seconds before I was happily suc-kling on my bottle and Mommy was telling me again what a lucky and pretty baby girl I am. Once I had finished my bottle Mommy replace my dummy and told me to play with my toys until dinnertime. She then closed the playpen gate. As she left she told Sarah to change my nappy and pants. Moments later she arrived with a changing mat and my clean underwear. Sarah took me from my playpen and laid me on the changing mat and soon had my pants and wet nappy off. She then took some wipes and cleaned me checking carefully around my genital area ensuring no infection had occurred. Once happy she liberally applied the zinc and castor oil cream followed by an even more liberal covering of baby powder, taking great fun tickling me as she ensured it went into the fold of my skin. As part of the psychology mommy had insisted that nappy changes become a game and fun time.
After Sarah was done but before she left Mommy came in and said to her, ‘prepare Paula for her nap dear, she can have her lunch a little later. Also when you get her up put her in a simple dress and petticoat, perhaps the pale lemon gingham patterned one. Also put her Alice pinafore on (so called because it resembled the one Alice wore in Wonderland) Give Paula her lunch and then place her in her playpen. If you are going to be around you can let her play with her crayons.’ I was only allowed to play with crayons when someone was watching because like any one year old I found the easiest way to find out about things is to try and eat them, eventually everything finished up at the mouth. In fact, since the removal of my teeth and replacement by artificial gums, Mommy had bought me many teething rings to chew on. Not that they helped with teething, or stop me chewing things but they did allow me to get used to the new shape inside my mouth. Everyone knows too when I am chewing on one as I have the habit of making a little noise that sounded like nyan nyan nyan, or similar. Just one of the simple sounds I could make in my mouth.
With Roberts help I was taken to my nursery where Sarah removed my clothes, carefully placing the dress and petticoats on hangers and the rhumba pants, tights, bootees and matching mitten in the laundry basket ready to go downstairs the following morning. This done she returned to me with a nice pink baby doll style nightdress with little dancing fairies embroidered on the bodice and matching plastic pants. Sarah lay me back on the changing table to remove the plastic pants I was wearing and replace them with the plastic ones. The nightdress came next, then Sarah spent about 20 minutes putting the rollers in my hair and placing the net over everything. I was then placed in my cot with a single blanket placed over me. The side was raised and Sarah left the room gently closing the door behind her. It was not too long before I was asleep.
I slept soundly for two hours before Mommy came in to wake me. Sarah followed her and went straight to my wardrobe to get my dress and petticoat. She took them from their hangers and placed them over the back of a chair, then went to the set of drawers to get the rest. Knitted tights, white plastic pants plus lemon frilled rhumba pants, white bootees with lemon lace then two lemon ribbons that she laid on the dressing table.
While Sarah was preparing everything Mommy was gently waking me and telling me it was time for din dins. Sarah bought a bowl of water along with a facecloth, baby soap and towel which Mommy used to wash my face and hands before helping Sarah lift me onto the changing table for Sarah to change and dress me. Once I was all dressed and ready all in pale lemon and white, Robert came in, looked at me and gave a huge smile and wink which I responded to with a giggle from behind my dummy. Before he picked me up to carry me down to the kitchen he first recovered teddy from my cot and gave him to me. With that he lifted me and carried me to my high chair in the kitchen. He held me safe while Sarah fastened the safety straps. The table was then put into placed and locked. With my bib being fastened into place I was now ready for my lunch, both protection wise and hungry too.
Sarah sat beside me and slowly spoon-fed me, a puree of chicken, parsnip and carrot followed by a bottle of apple juice. With no attempts by Sarah to make me miss or dribble my food, quite the reverse in fact, she was always careful, I still managed to get into a mess both on my face and on my bib. All Sarah could do was laugh and say ‘good job you have your bibs young lady or I would be in trouble with your Mommy’. Not that I could understand a word she said but it still sounded nice and I would giggle. Once finished Sarah then cleaned me up and asked Robert to put me in my playpen.
Once I was settled into there Mommy came in and said to Sarah, ‘Robert and I are going out dear, I will leave Paula with you. Remember she can have her crayons if you are watching but don’t leave her alone with them. We will be gone about for two hours. Alright?’ ‘Fine,’ replied Sarah. ‘I will keep a close watch of her.’
Mommy and Robert then went out, Sarah put the TV on for me on one of the baby channels. Sarah then went to get my colouring book and crayons, when she returned she opened the book to a page and gave me a few crayons to play with. I then proceeded to do my own picture on the page that of course resembled nothing of the outlined picture. But the happy sounds from my playpen told Sarah I was content and happy.
After I had broken most of my crayons Sarah decided it was a good time to remove them, which she did with her usual efficiency. But, she never left it there, after removing them she disappeared for a few minutes then returned with a bottle. She opened the gate to my playpen and held my hands, which to me was the signal to try and stand. This I did and she walked me to the sofa and with a little struggle lifted me onto the sofa. Once there she sat herself in a position where she could nurse my head in the crook of her arm and then began giving me my bottle.
It was while Sarah was doing this that Mommy came home and startled Sarah, she having been so intent on caressing and feeding me.
‘Oh I am sorry Ma’am’ she said, ‘I know there are rules with Paula.’ Mommy simply said ‘Sarah dear, ‘ Paula it seems trusts as I do, I am happy means dear you can baby sit for me sometimes.’ And with that the tension broke between them and they both laughed.
With that Mommy cam t me and gave me a huge hug saying ‘ have you missed me my darling honey bunch. Mommy has been out sorting things out for you tomorrow.’
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She then left me and went to Sarah saying tomorrow would be a busy day or me and after she gave me my morning bath to leave me on my changing table with just a nappy wrapped not pinned and to sit with me until told otherwise.
Mommy then came over to me, sat down on the sofa and I was gently transferred from Sarah’s cuddles to Mommy’s. Mommy then sat caressing me for about an hour with the TV on and chatting to Sarah. All the time Mommy caressed me and in between chatting to Sarah, she would tell me what a pretty and very lucky little baby girl I am, always the psychology.
As the time progressed Sarah said it was time to get the evening meals ready and went into the kitchen. Mommy then whispered to me, tomorrow pet you will be seeing Uncle Marcos and Uncle Raoul again, and Aunty Maria is coming to see you. These of course were all the medical practitioners that had moulded me the way I am, but now Mommy had made them my uncles and aunties.
Eventually Sarah returned to announce evening meal was ready and she asked Robert to place me in my high-chair. Once strapped in, the ribbon for my bib was tied around my neck and the chairs table locked into place. Robert and Sarah carefully ensuring my hands were on the tray and not trapped beneath it. This was done to allow me a little self expression. Mommy sat next to me and between mouthfuls of her own tea she spoon fed me. While they all enjoyed deep fried chicken with side salad and fries while I had some evil looking puree based on liver followed by a bottle of fruit juice.
During the course of the meal, Mommy explained to Sarah that arrangements had been made for the next day for me to have a full medical check over; Raoul would be coming to check the gum rebuilds and then Marie would be doing my hair so that during the competition it would be easier to maintain.
Once everyone was finished eating, Mommy cleaned my face and hands (they had been exploring the bowls on my tray) after which I was put in my playpen with my toys and the TV on. I remained there for around two hours when Mommy announced it was me bedtime asking Robert to carry me upstairs and for Sarah to make my late bottle.
Once on the changing table Mommy soon had my clothes off. Feeling my nappy she decided that although only a little damp it would be changed anyway, so that along with my plastic pants was removed. With Robert holding my legs high Mommy got some wet wipes to clean me, and then applied a liberal covering of zinc and castor oil cream followed by a generous covering of baby powder. A clean nappy and plain pink plastic pants were soon adorning me followed by a pink baby doll style nightdress. I.e. short in length and oodles of nappy showing. All this done and I was placed in my cot ready for my last bottle and story before sleep. Mommy sat beside me waiting Sarah’s arrival with my bottle and was gently stroking my face telling me how happy she was to have a baby girl all of her own.
Sarah then arrived and Mommy cradled my head in her arm and began feeding me, all the time telling me what a pretty girl I am and how this coming weekend was so very important. It is the weekend of the competition she told me. This meant little to me, only that I would get those pretty frocks and panties to wear.
However, once I had finished my bottle Mommy raised me, rubbed and gently patted my back and soon my wind was up. I soon fell asleep once she laid me down and pulled my pink cot blanket into place. With the side of my cot lifted and in place Mommy quietly left the room switching off the main light but leaving my dim nursery light on.
The following morning Sarah and Robert came in, Sarah fed me my little bottle which I usually got when waking up. Then it was off with all my clothes and Robert carried me to the bath he had run for me while Sarah was preparing me. Sarah spent longer than usual bathing me, especially around my genital area. Once she was happy I was all clean and smelling nicely of the lavender oil she put in the bath she lifted me out of the bath and gently patted me dry with a large fluffy white towel.
Sarah then walked me back to my cot where a clean nappy was awaiting me. She put it on me and pinned it into place, but no pants. Robert then walked in carrying a tray which had my breakfast upon it. 1 Rusk soaked in milk and 2 bottles of formula.
Once I had consumed these which took a good forty minutes Sarah cleaned me then asked Robert to place me on my changing table where she then removed my nappy and replaced it with one just covering my bottom and pulled between my legs.
The chest safety strap was fitted so I did not roll off the table; also Robert gave me my teddy. I wanted to wriggle with glee but because of the safety strap could only wiggle my legs.
Mommy sat with me while waiting for the visitors to arrive and it was not long before Dr. Marcus arrived. Mommy greeted him and he came over to me. Firstly my nappy was removed and I was thoroughly checked over, particular attention being paid to my genitalia. Once he was satisfied everything had healed well he removed the strap across my chest and I was sat upright. He then began to talk to me knowing I was able to understand. As he spoke and asked his questions he carefully watched for responses. This went on for around 20 minutes when he turned to Mommy and said ‘this has all gone better than planned you know, I feel we have more Paula now than conditioned Paul here. The responses are more ingrained than the conditioning implanted. I fear even when the contract term expires you are going to have a child on your hands still. Also I have implanted within her mind the ability to toddle, she needs a little more exercise, also be better for the coming competition. She will be able to present her frilliest pants and slips to there best. He then came back to me and said ‘now then young lady lets see you toddle’ and lifted me down to the floor. I stood rather shakily then Dr. Marcus took my hands and gently told me to walk. I did so and for the first time in many months took more than four steps without falling over. He then lifted me back onto the changing table and said to Mommy, ‘she will be fine, she can be dressed now and as she can walk a little suggest something pretty and frilly.’ A suggestion Mommy agreed wholeheartedly with. She then called Sarah and told her to dress me with extra thickness of nappy to protect me as there may be a few falls and laughed. She told her also to put my lavender dress and matching rhumba panties on me with a nice frilly multi-layered petticoat, there is going to be some showing off today.
While Sarah was dressing me Raoul was shown in and was greeted by Mommy as before with Dr. Marcus. Raoul then came over to me and talking gently with words I never heard he removed my dummy and gently opened my mouth to check the gum implants. He used his light and mirror and checked everywhere for infection or bad fitting but smiled at me and replaced my dummy for me say ‘good girl’ then turned to Mommy saying ‘no problems there my dear no infection and still tight fitting so should be ok until next visit in 6 moths.’ Mommy thanked him and was about to show him out but first turned to Sarah saying ‘Put Paula’s white tights on her dear then her white Mary Jane shoes, we can let her have a toddle around outside if it stays nice.’ Sarah looked quite shocked as she had not seen me with Dr. Marcus but proceeded to do as Mommy said.
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Dr Maria arrived a little later. First thing she did when she saw me was to crouch down and open her arms, and just as did for Mommy I toddled to her for a big hug. She then said ‘who’s a clever girl then’ and I was all excited and giggling. She then just looked at Mommy and said ‘Well, do you like your toddler?’ ‘I adore her’ replied Mommy. ‘That’s good’ said Dr. Maria ‘because Marcus cannot change Paula anymore, he gave Paula a command and you my dear are the only person in the world she understands now, so her future is with you. Whether you let HIM go after the competition as per agreement is your choice, but truth be known and from what Marcus told me, THAT is impossible. He thinks he/she are now so combined and interlaced they can never be separated so somehow we have to make you the legal guardian if you want that.’ ‘Oh, absolutely’ replied Mommy and being a QC I know a few wigs that can help slide the necessary paperwork through.’ ‘You will have to open her mind as much as possible you know for a simple Q & A session.’ ‘She cannot speak Maria, you know that.’ ‘Can you get her to a level where she can nod and shake her head then, She HAS to be able to affirm some of the questions somehow, but we have a few days left to worry about that.’
Mommy then pointed out she wanted to gently exercise me in toddling and to ensure the ‘correct’ waddle she had instructed Sarah to put an extra layer of nappy on me. This certainly did the job, I really struggled to walk, and firstly my legs had had so little to do over the last few months and were now being asked to wake up. And, with the extra thick nappy, well that really made it fun. But, I loved every minute and giggled my heart out. Just little distances to strengthen my legs from Mommy to Dr. Maria and then to Sarah and I giggled every journey I took. I also did a marvellous job of soaking my nappy.
Dr. Maria asked Mommy if she could change me as she wished to check me anyway, so Mommy agreed and this time with Dr. Maria’s support (I was getting tired) toddled into the conservatory where a changing table had been set up. I was lifted upon the table and Dr. Maria had me undressed totally.
Sarah, who was closest asked why everything off, Dr. Maria then explained ‘I am
interested in the effects of the girly hormones dear, do not want too many in her.’ And
while explaining she was feeling my chest/breasts. I was budding as Dr. Maria put it and
had a girl’s chest and that is how she wished to keep it. Then she went over every part of
my body, ‘skin texture, hair growth, and that adorable baby’s pussy, and be better soon,
bump will be gone methinks.’ ‘You do not think Madam will release Paul at end of
contract then Dr?’ asked Sarah. ‘Look at Paula dear, do you ever think that beauty could
ever be masculine again?’ ‘I hope not’ said Sarah, ‘break all our hearts now, we have not
only nurtured him into her but we have all grown to love her and now she can toddle it is
going to be so much fun.’ ‘You know you have a busy weekend coming up’ more a
statement than question, but Sarah simply said ‘we will manage, our little Princess IS
going to win.’ Having contented her-self feminisation was going to plan Dr Maria
proceeded to replace my nappy and pink plastic pants. With my tights, petticoats and
dress replaced I was sat up on the table with my legs dangling over the edge at which
time Sarah replaced my Mary Jane’s.
I was then gently lifted down to the floor and walked the short distance to a sofa where I was lifted and left in a sitting position. As Dr Maria and Sarah stepped away from me Mommy came through carrying a bottle of baby milk for me. My outstretched arms told Mommy after all the prodding; poking and checking I had suffered me desperately wanted a cuddle, so instead of giving me the bottle immediately Mommy sat cuddling me for a few minutes first. But, a few minutes later my head was cradled in her arm and I was happily feeding from my bottle.
Mommy then explained to me that tomorrow and the whole weekend was going to be very busy and tiring for me, so, I was to go to bed earlier than usual and would be given something to help me sleep. On completion of my bottle however Dr. Maria and Sarah returned and I was given a little more exercise toddling between them and again getting all excited. All the excitement and exercising soon tired me out and I was starting to get tired and grisly when Sarah suggested I be taken to my cot for an hours sleep.
After my nap Sarah gave me a bed bath to freshen me up and then put a clean nappy and pants on me. a pair of white knitted tights and bootees. She then sat me up, lifted my arms above my head and slipped a simple single layer petticoat over me, fastened the buttons at the shoulder then smoothed the skirt out. Sarah then followed this with a simple pink gingham pattern dress with puff sleeves, lace trim and hems and neckline. I was then given a clean dummy and my teddy. Sarah then carefully watched as she guided me over to the seat at my dressing table and once sat down she proceeded to brush my hair and place a pink bow, one above each ear.
Once she was happy I was all ready to go back to the lounge area she came to me and placed my harness on me, this time with reins attached and stood me down on the floor. Once happy I was stable on my feet Sarah gave a little tug on my reins saying ‘lets go show our pretty one off to everyone’ and I proceeded to toddle my way toward the nursery door. When we reached the head of the stairs Sarah held tightly onto my reins and called to Robert to help her get me downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs I was once again allowed to stand by myself when Sarah gave another little tug on my reins and I slowly made my way to the lounge where Mommy was kneeling on the thick lambs wool hearthrug waiting for me with arms outstretched to greet me. I wanted to try and run in my own way but Sarah kept a firm grip of the reins allowing me forward at a more sensible pace but with my arms reaching for Mommy. All this was so exciting for me and even more wet nappies were a regular thing for a while. Once I reached Mommy and was cradled in her arms, Sarah unclipped my reins but the harness remained securely in place. Mommy looked at it and jingled one of the sets of bells attached to the front saying ‘I think we are going to need these a lot more now that you are toddling sweetheart’.
I was then given a bottle and spent the remainder of the day in my playpen playing with my dollies, bricks and other toys. Mommy also put a video in for me.
Everyone was busy now getting ready for the next day (Friday) and the weekend to come. They had a lot of packing and preparing to do as we had an early start. Mommy was busy making telephone calls to confirm hotel bookings, and to Miss Pentecost to ensure my dresses will be there, only to find out she was already at the hotel and the dresses and accessories are all ready. When she approached Robert to get the car ready he told all was done, it had been valeted, filled with petrol and my carrycot was strapped in ready.
With mommy re-assured all was done and ready she came into me and surprised to see me standing at the side of my playpen. She then spent quite a time with me giving me a bottle of Apple juice and telling me all about the exciting things that will happen over the next few days. How I will be looked after like a real Princess and be able to show my new dresses off to lots and lots of people. Also she told me there would be special people there that decide if I am pretty enough to do special things for them, and how Mommy was really sure I would be fine.
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Mommy spent a little time chatting to me and then said ‘now be a good girl, Mommy has to make sure everything is ready for morning.’ With that she put a fresh Thomas the Tank Engine DVD in player, then went to check all was going well.
That is how the remainder of my Thursday went, viewing and periodically checked.
Next thing I knew was it was tea time and I was taken from my playpen to my highchair in the kitchen where everyone was gathered around the table, that is, all except Mommy who came in with a tray and looked and me ad said ‘Surprise, surprise sweetheart, special tea for you.’ And, as I looked around she placed a dish on my tray with a mashed pear and strawberry blancmange in it. ‘For my special Angel’ Mommy said. Firstly though I had to suffer the baby version of liver and spinach.
Mommy told everyone to start their teas but sat with me and spooned my food in so slow and delicately saying I had to learn to be a little lady and not spill now. Between my slow spooning Mommy would eat her own tea and also instructed Sarah, ‘One hour in playpen then bath and bed dear, need her to have early night, OK?’ ‘Fine’ replied Sarah.
And so my Thursday passed, a deep untroubled (as always) sleep took me to Friday and whoosh it came sooo fast.
Friday arrived and I was awoken at 5AM by Sarah who was already dressed; who quickly with Roberts help lifted me from my cot and stripped me. From there it was to the bathroom where I had a Lavender and Rosemary bubble bath.
What came next was far from ordinary, instead of daytime nappy I was again put into a bulky night time one, extra thick. Also instead of a dress I was put into a pale pink romper, white tights, with pale pink knitted mittens, matching bootees and bonnet.
Mommy said to everyone, ‘No solids for her but extra rich formulae, do not want solids upsetting her during journey’. So my breakfast consisted of two extra creamy bottles of formula.
Soon everyone had dined, pots washed and put away, Robert busily loaded the car and as he was doing so Marie my hairdresser arrived in a taxi. Robert quickly got her bags out and placed them in the car.
Marie came into the house and was greeted by mommy who asked, ‘got everything’ ‘Of course’ replied Marie, ‘not letting our little Princess down now.’
Soon everything was in the car except the passengers and driver. Mommy called Sarah and told her to check the carrycot on my seat was secure and safe,. Then after putting my harness on called Robert and told him to place me in the carrycot and get Sarah to fasten the harness and place a blanket over me.
A few seconds before this could happen; Dr. Maria arrived and said ‘good, just in time, I have a little injection for Paula, a mild sedative to help her travel better. Did you feed as I told you Julia?’ ‘Of course’ Mommy replied. ‘OK then let’s give little one her sleeper.’ And with that I screamed (as all babies do) when the needle went into my arm but very soon relaxed. Mommy then ensured I had my dummy and a few spares in case plus of course teddy and a new (well old but new to me) dolly I was growing attached to with me.
Robert then took me to the car and places me gently in the carrycot whereupon Sarah dutifully connected all the safety straps, gave me teddy and wrapped me in a cuddly, cuddly pink blanket. Sarah then gently placed a pink dummy in my mouth and before very long I was asleep again.
Knowing the journey would be several hours, Robert had placed a small 12v refrigerator in the boot of the car to keep 12 bottles of baby milk cool for me. But also inside the car was a small 12v bottle warmer. So no matter where or when I grizzled for a bottle it would soon be ready. All this Was from previous trips and Roberts ingenuity. He kept saying to Mommy; love our little one as he was the daddy figure. I think Mommy really loved and appreciated the way everyone had taken to and worked hard for me. The next two days would see if it was all worthwhile.
We stopped twice throughout the journey for comfort breaks, I never left the car and Sarah or Mari stopped with me saying Robert being the driver needed a break, although he was more than willing to attend.
Before long (by my sleepy time) we arrived at the hotel and staffs were everywhere. Carrying cases and even offering to carry my cot to the room, but Robert being Robert kept them away. I was HIS responsibility and no-one was going to take that away <lol>.
Before long everyone was in the suite Mommy booked even if not settled, but first thing Mommy did was ring room service to see if Ms Pentecost had arrived. ‘Oh yes, we know Ms Pentecost and the dresses. Wouldn’t allow a soul to help her carry them to her room. Told the staff to get the ‘rest’ of the baggage.’ Next, Mommy rang Ms Pentecost’s room and a few minutes later she had joined us.
‘Well!!’ said Mommy, ‘everything alright?’ ‘Absolutely fine dear, she is going to look and angel. I arrived two days ago so I could get the dresses hung and if I had to do a little pressing, but they are fine for our little princess now. Where is she? May I see her?’ ‘Of course’ replied Mommy, though she is a little drowsy. ‘Oh no problem, just to see the sweet thing again.’ And with that they came to me and yes, I was a little drowsy but I remembered the lady who had made such pretty dresses for me and smiled and giggled for her. ‘Oh bless her little heart, she remembers me.’ Ms Pentecost said with heavy a tear in her eyes.
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‘Well ladies we have a very busy day, I suggest we get Paula fed and settled for an hour or two while we get everything prepared.
With that, Robert went to the car and with the aid of hotel staff managed to get everything to the suite.
Apparently this was an annual event for the hotel and they knew how to have everything prepared. One bedroom in each suite would be transferred into a very feminine nursery with all services attached. That is nappy and laundry service, special meals etc., etc. The only rule apparently was after first change NO disposable nappies. Apparently it cost the hotel quite a lot of extra council tax to get rid of them.
Sarah’s task was to see to my wellbeing and the first thing she did was strip me, bathe me and place me in a nice clean fluffy nappy. This time though not as bulky, a normal day one. She then found a white satin romper suit which had pink teddy motifs embroidered on the bodice and placed it upon me. As I was to be indoors all day Sarah decided knitted bootees would be fine, so she obtained a pair to match my romper, white crocheted ones with pink satin ribbon ties at the ankle.
Sarah was about to try and lift me from the changing table as Ms Pentecost walked in. ‘What are you doing child’ she said to Sarah, ‘look.’ She pressed a foot pedal and the table began to lower. In a few seconds it was low enough for Sarah to hold my hands and walk me off. ‘Well I never’ said Sarah, ‘have to have a word with Mistress about one of these;’ and they both laughed heartily. Then with me gently resting my hand in her palm, Sarah walked me to my playpen, settled me in with teddy then went off to get me a bottle.
Marie, my hairdresser was in the lounge when we arrived and Sarah asked her when she needed to do my hair. ‘Not until later this afternoon or early evening, I want to use sponge rollers so hopefully she can sleep in them overnight.’ ‘No lotions!!’ stated Sarah. ‘Oh no, she had her permanent yesterday, it will just be a misting of water, then the sponge rollers to keep the curls in.’ ‘Fine’ Sarah replied.
Ms. Pentecost went off and was soon engaged in conversation with mommy. ‘Tell me dear’ opened Ms. Pentecost. ‘Have you seen that wonderful changing table and cot in Paula’s room. Work like hospital bed, can be raised and lowered. Make yours and Sarah’s load a lot easier if you are going to let Paula walk a little; and; just think of the journeys they could save poor Robert.’ ‘I have seen them’ replied Mommy and given thought. ‘Has Sarah put you up to this?’ ‘Oh no dear, we did have a giggle in Paula’s room about it, I even had to show her how it worked, oh no dear, my idea to mention it.’ ‘Ms. Pentecost’ Mommy said with a huge smile upon her face ‘you are a canny old Dame and I can see I need to be wary of you.’ At which they both burst out laughing and Ms Pentecost simply turned round and said as she gently took hold of Mommy‘s arm ‘Pet, I just want to be part of that little Princesses life if you will let me and she will be the sweetest little thing.’ Mommy just looked at the sweet old lady and said, ‘It would be a pleasure and Paula doesn’t have many Aunties, but now one more.’
After that everyone became busy busy and I was left to videos of the Tellytubbies, Wombles etc. Ms. Pentecost came in wishing to check one of my measurements and in doing so tickled me and had me, quite unintentionally in hysterical laughter. The result of which was one fouled nappy. No more to do, this elderly lady picked me up like a bag of sugar and carried me to the nursery. It was amazing how fit this lady was. She placed me on the changing table, raised it to an acceptable height and changed me. I had a crying person at this point as I was not used to her changing me and became a little frightened. Sarah soon arrived on the scene and calmed me while Ms Pentecost tried to apologise. ‘Do not think it was you, think it was what was in the nappy, quite full’ and they chuckled.
‘Right dear, I have decided what she is wearing tomorrow.’ Can you have her in my room in about 15 minutes and we will give everyone a sneak preview. ‘That will be fantastic’ Sarah almost shouted. ‘Not a word to anyone dear, a surprise.’
With that Ms. Pentecost left and Sarah decided at this point not to dress me anymore than nappy and pink plastic pants. She had the biggest of grins on her face knowing she would be the first, apart from the creator to see my competition dress; the 15 minutes could not pass swift enough for Sarah.
But, pass it did and soon Sarah was walking me to Ms. Pentecost’s room for what should be my final fitting. Upon arrival Ms. Pentecost took my hand and told Sarah to have everyone gathered in about 30 minutes. A slight look of disappointment came over Sarah’s face as she was expecting to watch all, but Ms Pentecost was craftier than that.
Carefully Ms. Pentecost walked me into the room she had prepared as my dressing room. All three dresses were hanging up but she first put a pair of white knitted tights on me, finished with a pair of peach crotched bootees with deep pink sating ribbons at the ankles. She then stood me up lifted my arms high and slipped a white satin camisole on me. After a moments fussing she said, ‘sweetheart, be ready to be a Princess.’ She then went to one of the cupboards and bought gorgeous 5 layer petticoat. I was white organza but had a very thin piping of fuchsia pink at the hem of each layer. She lifted my arms once more and slipped this on me. It was high waisted and obviously designed to keep my dress more horizontal than anything, and would definitely show of my nappy. However when she had done the two little hooks and eyes at the back she fussed over it for a few minutes, looking all around ensuring it was level and piping were showing evenly. Once content she then chose the dress I would wear. a confection of Peach and Fuchsia Pink. The hem of the skirt was deeply scalloped and at the point of each scallop was a fuchsia pink satin rose. All the gathers were carefully folded to form swirls between the scallops. The bodice had tiny little rosebuds, but carefully placed and only a few. The sleeves were puff sleeves finished just above the elbow and tied with a pink ribbon with tails hanging down the arms. Around the waist went a deep sash tied off in a huge bow at the back. Next came the bonnet, a wide brimmed one in peach, but with white satin lining, peach ribbon tied in a big bow. Saved until the very last item was the rhumba pants. Peach with white lace that was again thinly piped with pink, but on the seat of the pant was a huge pink rose for all to see.
While this looked a dream standing still, it was when I moved the picture began as the bounce of the petticoats and dress, the sway of the rumbas began to move the colours. Ms. Pentecost clapped and said ‘a rainbow in motion.’ At this pint she placed a pair of peach satin mittens on my hands and then gently holding my hand walked me back to Mommy’s suite.
Ms. Pentecost rang the bell and it was Robert who answered. He just looked and smiled, as he did so Mommy called out ‘who is it Robert?’ ‘Ms. Pentecost ma’am with a pretty little Princess,’ At which point everyone rushed to the door to see me.
Ms. Pentecost shushed them and told them to step back and give me room. She then slowly walked me into the room and once again the dance of the colours began to everyone’s Oooohs and Ahhhhhs. ‘Marvellous beamed Mommy.’ ‘a picture come to life’ said Sarah.’ Ms. Pentecost simply said ‘I think our Princess is ready to knock the socks of them.’ to great applause and laughter.
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After showing off this dress and accoutrements Mommy decided it would be a good idea to try on all three outfits. Once all three had been demonstrated Mommy still decided that the peach dress would be the competition on, while the pink one would be the morning dress when the judges teams came around to ensure all details were correct and entrants meet the strict rules and requirements of the competition.
When we returned to Miss Pentecost’s room Mommy came with us and it was while I was being undressed Mommy noticed a pair of bloomers that matched the dress and were equally as frilly as the rumba panties, so, the dress was put back on me so Mommy could see how the bloomers would look. She was thrilled with them, especially the extra two rows of frills at the bottom of the legs just below the knees. So we spent another hour trying the dresses on again, but this time with the bloomers.
Mommy then made the decision that it would be the peach dress with bloomers for the fashion parade Saturday afternoon, but the pink dress with rumba panties in the morning when the judges came around and inspected the ‘babies’. Not that it would remain on long once they arrived as all babies had a thorough medical inspection.
After all the excitement of trying on the dresses Mommy called Sarah and told her to prepare a bottle for me and put me in the cot for a sleep, saying all the excitement had tired me. A half hour later I was wearing a pink onesie, suc-kling on my dummy sound asleep in my cot.
Without doubt many things were done to ensure all was ready for the following day, but most noticeable was what looked like a portable hair salon Marie had set up.
When Sarah came in to wake me her first task was to remove my well soaked nappy and bathe me. This done and me safely pinned into a clean terry nappy with extra soaker, Sarah replaced my plastic panties with some nice pink ones with white frill across the rump. Because of the time she decided not to put me in a dress but an Ivory coloured romper with teddy bears embroidered on the bodice. A pair of white knitted bootees and matching knitted bonnet completed my ensemble. At which time Sarah gave me my teddy bear. She then stood me up and slowly walked me into the main room. Looking into the room where Marie had her temporary salon I noticed she was already busy doing Mommy’s hair.
Mommy saw my reflection in the mirror and called ‘Hi sweetheart, soon be your turn, must have you looking your prettiest for tomorrow’.
Soon as Mommy was finished with Marie Sarah took me through to Marie’s temp salon. Marie very quickly set about putting sponge rollers in my hair which would keep my hair in shape and also allow me to sleep. She used no solutions, just a misting of water then fifteen minutes under a gentle heat hair dryer. She then finished off by placing a hairnet over everything then declared me ready for beddy byes. At this point Sarah re-entered and took me back to the main lounge room where Mommy was waiting for me. As I entered Mommy stood up and with her strength whisked me off my feet and swung me through the air saying ‘Now my little Princess your big day is tomorrow and Mommy, Sarah, Robert and everyone just knows you are going to win. When you do sweetheart you will have £5,000 and I will have the trophy then we have to decide where we go. But let’s worry about that one later.’ She then laid me on the sofa, called Sarah to fetch my nightdress and make me ready for bed. Sarah soon arrived with my extra night time soakers for my nappy; also she had another nappy which would make up my usual bedtime nappy. That sorted my lacy trimmed plastic pants were pulled back up and all the nappy edges checked and tucked in, then came the pink satin nightdress which despite all the material used to make it did not cover my panties. Most the material was taken in the dual layer of the dress and the lace trim it has. Once dressed and ready for bed Mommy sat down and cradled my head in the crook of her arm, whereupon she pushed a bottle te-at to my lips which I readily accepted the bottle and began to suc-kle.
With a big smile on her face and talking mainly baby talk she told me this bottle had a mild sleeping tablet in to help me sleep so I would be all nice and fresh come morning. Then while everyone rushed and dashed around preparing for the following day I slowly drifted off into my infant sleep with a care in the world.
While Mommy was busy checking all the papers and entry forms were correctly filled in, Sarah checked I had a plentiful supply of Terry nappies and plastic pants in my nappy bag. Also, she had to ensure little extra’s like spare bottles, bottle t eats, dummies, nappy pins and a whole host of other little items.
Ms Pentecost busied herself carefully putting my dresses into protective plastic carrying bags along with all the petticoats. Rumba panties carefully check they were immaculate then wrapped in tissue paper and protective bags. All my Bonnets were checked that every little ruffle in place, but no doubt to be checked again next day. She then took all my ribbons and carefully pressed them, then folded them. Just as a double precaution and without being asked, she had bought along tights, shoes and lacy ankle socks in case any accident should happen with Sarah.
Once content she had covered every eventuality and all my dresses and accessories were packed ready she finally sat down and enjoyed a large Gin and Tonic.
Robert in the meantime had prepared the car, everything ready for a quick load in the morning. He also put the 12 volt refrigerator and bottle warmer in the boot just in case it was needed.
Once he was happy he joined Mommy and Sarah in the lounge and asked if there was anything more. Mommy replied ‘no, come and join us for a nightcap Robert we have worked hard for this so lets have a little premature celebration drink.’
After the nightcap everyone went to bed but I think I was the only one to get a full nights sleep
All too soon it was the big Day, Saturday had arrived.
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I was awoken by mommy gently rubbing my tummy saying ‘come on sleepy head, it’s your big day.’ The action had two effects, one to gently wake me but also started me once again filling an already well wet nappy. This situation did not last long however as Sarah followed mommy into my room a few minutes later and began preparing me for a bath.
Firstly she removed my romper and bootees but left the hairnet in place. She then removed my plastic panties in which was folded my wet nappy. She then took me for my bath. After which my whole body was massaged with baby oil then dusted with baby powder. From there I was taken back to the changing table where Sarah applied a liberal coating of zinc and castor oil cream to my nappy area, powdered me and the put a really thick nappy on me saying it had to last a ‘few’ hours. At this point mommy came in and told Sarah to put me in a clean romper suit and bootees and I will be changed into a dress later.
Mommy was then double checking everything then getting Robert to put them in the car. Afterwards she went to see Ms Pentecost only to see all the dresses gone along with the petticoats, bloomers and rhumba panties. When mommy queried this Ms Pentecost told her not to panic as they were all carefully packed into her vehicle ready for the journey.
While this was happening Sarah bathed and dressed me in a nice thick nappy, plastic pants and my pale pink Romper suit. A pair of knitted bootees temporarily completed the outfit. Next came breakfast, which was two milk soaked Rusks and bottle of fruit juice.
Once I had had my breakfast I was placed back in my cot and the side raised up while everyone else had their breakfasts which had just been delivered by room service.
Having finished breakfast Sarah came in to me, lowered the side of the cot sat me up and placed a knitted bonnet on me with mittens all of which matched the bootees, finally a coat. Robert then came in, lifted me up and took me to the waiting carrycot style baby seat fastened to the rear seat of the car followed by Sarah who strapped me in safely. Mommy and Robert soon arrived carrying a few personal items, a few minutes later we were on the way to the competition centre.
The journey took around 20 mins. and upon arrival and checking in we were shown to a booth in which there was a padded changing table with safety strap, a bin for soiled nappies, a washbasin and what looked like a cage but was actually meant to be a small playpen. But most oddly was the box of latex surgical gloves.
Sarah asked if I should be changed now into my dress but mummy told her not yet, after the medical inspection. To which Sarah commented I thought this was a sissy beauty/fashion competition. Mummy then told her it is, but for sissy boys only and the rules are very strict.
It was not long before three people entered the booth, sprayed their hands with some hygiene spray then put the latex gloves asking Mommy to get me onto the changing table undressed. A few minutes later I was strapped to the changing table totally naked.
One of the people looked at my face and commented on the lovely shape of my lips and then proceeded to look into my mouth. Noticing I had no teeth he asked if Mommy had had them removed and she explained the circ-umstances to which the person then replied ‘no false teeth’ and Mommy told him I did not need them for bottles and baby food. Satisfied the person made comments on a sheet of paper and then looked at my chest/small breasts. At this point a second person approached and with a magnifier began to carefully study the lower edge of my small baby girl like chest. ‘Not surgical implants then?’ ‘No’ replied Mommy, ‘very, very careful application of hormones. Enough to keep her girly, but, not womanly.’ More notes were added to the sheet. Next all three of the people were studying my groin area. They very carefully felt around and one said, ‘The gonads are here but very cleverly tucked away inside.’ One the asked Mommy if the flap of skin was all that held my p3nis in place to which Mommy explained, ‘No, it is grafted into place and the skin fold is used to tidy the appearance and give a more feminine look.’ ‘Very, very effective’ said the man, and they consulted and agreed, Yes I was technically still male and qualified.
The next move was to undo the safety strap and roll me on my tummy whereupon one of the team probed my back passage thoroughly even to tweaking my prostate and making me eja culate. His comment being, ‘It still working after a fashion.’ He then prodded around the sphincter, tested it with his finger commenting on how weak it was, asking Mommy has it been done with surgery and is Paula full time in nappies. Mommy told them, no surgery, mainly mind control and she controls that, also I will never be able to be out of nappies. ‘Some brainwashing gone on then’ asked one. ‘No’ replied Mommy, ‘just mental adjustment to her new life’.
All the time this was happening Sarah was having a great problem stopping me crying, but the one of the team said, ‘OK, fine, you can dress her now. Thank you.’ He then looked at Mommy and said, ‘does she speak,’ Mommy replied, ‘She cannot understand adult speech let alone speak it, she is 1 year old.’ ‘Incredible’ he muttered as he left.
With my nappy and pink plastic panties back on, a dummy in my mouth, Mommy sat me up and gave me a huge hug saying how sorry she was I had to go through all that, but I had been a good baby girl and for a treat she would let me have a creamy.
Sarah quickly left and found Robert and asked him, ‘do you have a ice cream in your magic cold box’ to which he replied, ‘of course, what flavour would Paula like?’ Sarah was soon back with a strawberry ice cream for me.
With that, getting my dummy back and mommy giving me teddy I quickly forgot all the abuses, but Mommy told me what a wonderful baby girl I was and everything was going to be well in the fashion show.
After feeding me my creamy, Mommy went seeking Ms. Pentecost for my dresses and sent Sarah looking for Marie to do my hair.
Marie quickly arrived and began doing my hair. Removing firstly the hairnet and then the sponge rollers. She then proceeded to gently brush my hair until she was happy, but commented it would have to be finished after I was fully dressed.
Mommy soon returned with Ms. Pentecost and my wardrobe which they carefully hung up and Mommy said, ‘I want Paula out in her Lavender dress, bloomers, and large bow in her hair for the first time. If she is recalled we go all pink and white, bloomers and bonnet. Oh and people, she wears bootees and mittens, she is after all only a baby and catwalk is carpeted so she will not slip up.’
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Realising there was still over two hours before the main events Mommy told Sarah to place my pink romper back on me until Marie and Ms. Pentecost arrived to prepare me. So Sarah put my romper back on, placed me on a blanket in front of the TV then went off and prepared a bottle for me. While she was feeding me Mommy came in and said, ‘Oh Sarah, wanted her to wait as long as possible, don’t want her on show with a wet nappy.’ Sarah said ‘She is well overdue madam and I think a little tummy rub will make her safe for the show.’
After my bottle Sarah took me to the large sofa where she placed me lying down, then she sat and placed my head in her lap stroking my hair and forehead, singing a little lullaby quickly sending me off to sleep.
When I awoke it was to Mommy who told me Marie was here and Ms. Pentecost and it was time for me to become all pretty.
Firstly I was bathed and afterwards simply had a nappy and plastic panties put on. I was then taken to Marie’s temporary salon where she removed my hairnet and sponge rollers. She then brushed my hair out to see if it had held in place properly. Having satisfied herself all was well, she the passed me onward to Ms. Pentecost for my dressing.
Not happy with my nappy and the way it spread my legs, Ms. Pentecost called Sarah and asked her to change my nappy for a much thicker one that would guarantee me walking bow legged and with a waddle. So Sarah put two terry nappies plus a folded soaker on me. (See Nappy Lady Website to learn folds) Ms. Pentecost was well pleased with the result even though it made walking extremely difficult for me.
Ms. Pentecost then started to dress me and wondered why I began to cry, when suddenly Sarah said ‘Oh my, she hasn’t got teddy or her dummy’ which she duly fetched and gave to me. Once settled Ms. Pentecost re-commenced dressing me.
First came the white lace pattern knitted tights and then after sitting me up, she then lifted my arms to put my full white petticoats upon me. It was a multi layer petticoat with bodice which she buttoned up at my left shoulder. She then stood me on the floor, fussed with my petticoats and once happy took my lavender dress from it’s hanger. It was truly gorgeous in every aspect, ultra feminine, ultra babyish, ultra lacy and ultra short. The combined effect of the dress and petticoats did not cover even half my panties.
At this point Marie was called back and was told I was now ready for my hair to be finished, this time for a large lavender bow. So back to Marie’s space I went where she spent a good thirty minutes finishing my hair, then another fifteen minutes doing the bow and tails. This complete I was then taken back to Ms. Pentecost.
Right young lady she says, now for the pretty touches. First this was the bloomers to match the dress. Once on Ms. Pentecost checked every frill in place, knowing she would be doing it again just prior to me going out. She placed me back on the changing table and then put a pair of knitted bootees on my feet which had lavender coloured deep ribbon ties at the ankles which she tied is as large and pretty bow as she could, then finally, my mittens, again knitted and to match the bootees, also with matching ties.
All this done she stood me once again on the floor to look and me and a little tear came to her eye as she pronounced me The Prettiest Princess she has ever dressed.
Just as she was fussing over the frills and trims again Mommy walked and said ‘Oh my, Oh my, if you do not win their hearts sweetheart then they do not have one, you look gorgeous. Marjory (this is Ms. Pentecost’s first name) you have worked wonders, All of you have, thank you. But a special thank you to you my Paula.’
‘Well people, we are ten minutes away from Showtime and if this goes well we will all be well off. There is more to this than the £5,000 cash prize.’
Mommy, holding my hand slowly walked me to the side of the stage and waited for my name to be called. It was not many minutes and the enunciator called out ‘baby Paula and Miss Julia’
Mommy gave me one last quick check, took my hand and started me on the long walk before the judges. However, about halfway I began to lose my balance so did my baby plop as Mommy calls it. I just stop and plop down on my well paddy behind. Mommy soon picked me up and we slowly passed before the judges and after yet another plop finally made it offstage.
That was the first part done, now it was up to the judges but Mommy called everyone and said ‘Get Paula in pink now, I think she appealed to them.’
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True to Mommy’s word, I had appealed and a member of staff told Mommy to have me ready for another viewing in 20 mins.
Everyone scurried around and I was swiftly in pink, but this time it was a bonnet, not a bow. White satin bootees and mittens this time and Sarah suggested I wear a harness. Mommy thought this a good idea, so my pink harness and reins were put on me.
It came to my turn and mummy just gently tugged at my reins and we were once again parading in front of the judges.
We got to centre stage and directly in front of the judges table when they began asking questions. Things like, All the other sissy’s curtsey in front of our table why doesn’t Paula?’ Mommy replied placing a gentle hand on my bonnet saying, ‘My little Paula is 1 year old in here and she has enough problems remaining upright and walking, to curtsey is far too complicated for her’ And can your sissy speak they enquired to which Mommy exploded, and pointedly informed them, I am not a sissy anymore, I am one step from being her permanent baby girl, and in answer to your question, she speaks that of a 6month old baby.
By this time I was getting a little distressed and turned to Mommy for a cuddle and when she delayed I quickly switched on the waterworks. Mommy knelt down and cuddled me, swiftly calming me and the judges looked on amazed, they had a genuine Adult baby in front of them, not just a male acting the part. The judges then enquired, ‘does Paula need her nappies or are they show?’ Once again Mommy reminded them of my age status and informed them nappies are a 24/7 item as I have NO control at all.
The questioning went on for a little longer and the judges told Mommy I was selected for the final 5 and she should prepare me for a third showing. So it was back to the room where Mommy told Sarah to bathe me quickly, old Ms. Pentecost to sort my lemon dress and accoutrements.
Thirty minutes later saw me all bathed once more, completely changed suc-king on a much needed bottle of milk.. Sarah had been very careful this time though, huge bib, almost pinafore size, she was not going to allow a single spot of milk spoil my dress
One of the staff members entered the room and said 2 minutes, to which Sarah said ‘make it 5, Paula is only half way through her bottle and it took months to get her to take it properly and not gulp it.’ The staff person also hinted to Sarah, reins were a nice touch, judges liked it. So, once again my harness was put on and reins attached
All too quickly the time for my third parade came. I was taken back on stage and shown before the judges once more. Their first comment being we would like to know your dressmaker. Paula’s dresses are gorgeous, are they originals? To which Mommy gave her curt reply, Paula only wears he best.
The main judge, owner of Princess AB Products turned to Mommy and said, As the last of the final five here in front of me, I am declaring Paula the competition winner.
Mommy was elated as she accepted the cheque and trophy, but then the company chairman, i.e the senior judge turned to Mommy and said there is also this part of the prize Julia, Paula has won a 3 year contract to model our AB clothes. All we needed really was yours and Paula’s signature, but, obviously she is incapable so we may have to get one of out legal eagles to pop around and see you. No doubt be no problems I am sure.
We quickly went back to the hotel and I was given a bottle and put in my cot to sleep. Mommy then called the nanny service in the hotel, booked a nanny and when she arrived Mommy, Sarah and all went off for a meal.
Next day we were driving home and I was entering a whole new future.
FIN
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Watch out for further tales of Paula, she is not even home yet.
Love and wishes as always x x x nb
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Wonderful story newbaby. Do Paula's adventures continue in another story?