Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Sissy Story Archives (older stories) => 2011-2018 Sissy Stories => Topic started by: newbaby on October 17, 2009, 09:31:39 AM
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Farmers Baby
How wicked can things be for an unborn child. Not very wicked until it comes to the time of being born.
That day came too soon for me. My mother did not want me; the hospital was careless in my delivery and my pituitary gland was damaged during my delivery. The fact is I grew to a little under 29 inches tall and the care centre I was placed in found me foster homes for many years, but as the foster parents said ‘they do not want a permanent baby’, so; I found myself being shuffled around and settling nowhere.
When I turned sixteen it was time for me to leave the centre and all the staff were actually sad to see me leave. I was given the statutory £30 the government provided and as I was walking out of the Matron’s office I saw a lot of the staff waiting for me. One of the nurses walked to me with a bundle in her hands and said ‘We have all clubbed in and here are some clothes for you and handing me an envelope said we have all chipped in and there is just over £80 in there for you. I looked around and even the matron was there smiling.
I gathered up my bundle, envelope and £30 and was about to leave with tears flowing down my cheeks when Matron said ‘Oh, and Terry as autumn is approaching we bought you this’, handing me a thick overcoat.
By now I was totally overcome with the love shown to me and even the staff was in tears but rules are rules and I had to leave.
The foster home gave me transport to the nearest town and dropped me off at the town’s bus depot.
I was pleased with the coat as it was cool outside.
My first call was to find a B&B so I had a bed for the night. After a lot of haggling with the proprietor proving my age I finally got a room.
My next stop was the local Job Centre where I actually managed to get a labouring (limited) job and thought this will help pay for food and accommodation for a few weeks at least.
I had been doing this job for a few weeks and my hands had developed calluses, blisters and deep cracks from handling bricks and mortar. It was quite plain to my employers if I carried on with this work I would do severe damage to my hands and they generously gave me a weeks pay plus another two weeks pay and told me I was finished.
So, I began my daily visits to the Job Centre once more.
What I did not notice was the drab grey cut down truck parked nearby for many days.
The driver of the cut down was on a mission for his boss and I became the target.
After he had seen me for a few days visiting the Job Centre he reported to his boss and said ‘Madam, I think I have found the baby you so dearly wish’.
No more to do Carol Inglish (the owner of the farm) told her manager (Ted) that she wanted personally to see me the following morning. And so it was he drove her to town where she waited for me.
As I turned the corner on to the street where the Job centre was Ted quickly pointed me out and Carol said ‘ I just have to have that little baby, employ him tomorrow’.
Ted then drove his boss home and said ‘will the nursery be ready or is there anything else you need doing?’
Carol replied, keep him in the bulb sheds for a few days, and work him hard to make him tired, I need to finish decorating the nursery’.
Ted then asked ‘Is there anything more you need fabricating?’ to which Carol replied ‘yes, safety gates for nursery, upper and lower levels of the stairs and one for the kitchen too. Also, I want the rails on the cot and playpen raised by another foot’.
My destiny was being determined even though I knew nothing of it.
So it was as will be, the following day as I was about to report to the Job Centre when Ted interrupted my journey asking if I was looking for work. I told him yes and he said ‘well I can save us both a trip in there, how would you like a little farm work?’
I replied looking up at him as I had to with even a four year old child ‘what work can you offer me on a farm?’
‘Can you clean bulbs’ he asked? I replied, ‘show me how and I will do them’.
No more to do we walked to his vehicle. He lifted me in and put my belt on saying it would be easier this way, then we drove off to the farm. He explained to me, the farm was owned by a very wealthy lady and is about 2,000acres, mixed farming, i.e. agriculture, horticulture and live stock, but I would be working in the bulb shed in the horticulture section.
When we arrived he stopped in front of this very imposing stone built farmhouse, came around my side of the vehicle which was actually passenger side rear seat (I am too small by law to sit in the front of a vehicle) undid my seat belt and lifted me out. He told me I needed to see the owner to get registered on the employment book.
We entered the house and this very imposing lady appeared smiling at me and said ‘So, you are new bulb cleaner are you?’ I replied ‘I hope so Ma’am’. She looked at Ted with a big smile and said ‘do you think she whoops he will manage?’ Ted replied ‘I am sure he will but take a look at his hands, I think we will need to get him some rubber gloves or he will get a severe bulb rash’.
Mrs. Inglish then opened my hands and said ‘good god how did that happen?’ I explained to her it was on a building site until the site foreman became very concerned and I had to leave.
No more to do she went to a cupboard, took out a packet and handed it to me saying ‘wear these; they will protect your hands’. When I looked it was a pair of Marigold rubber gloves and in pink.
I was then informed I could if I wished sleep and dine in the farms bunkhouse for a minimal fee to be taken from my weekly wage.
I readily agreed as this now assured me of several weeks food and shelter and even a little more saving for when the work finished.
I signed all the necessary doc-uments and became a fully employed person on Mrs Inglish’s farm.
She then with a broad smile told Ted to take me to the bunkhouse show me my bed, and after asking me if I had eaten to which I replied ‘no’ told him to find me a meal.
I thanked her very much for the kindness she had shown me and she said ‘worry not sweetheart, you will earn it’.
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Ted then told me to follow him to the bunkhouse where he pointed to a bed saying ‘that will be yours’. It was in the quieter part of the room but a look around showed me I would be the only occupant.
The room had all the basic requirements of beds (4), lockers for personal items, table and chairs and an old fashioned pot bellied stove for heat.
I was then shown where the coal and logs for the stove were and was told I could get it going if I wished. When I looked how high the door latch was I envisaged wrapping a blanket around myself for warmth.
Ted then told me as he was leaving he would be back soon with a meal for me and to get settled in.
I didn’t take many minutes to put my few possessions away and when Ted returned with a meal for me I was sat huddled in my blanket. He looked and said ‘I told you; you can fire the stove up if you wished to’. I looked at him and told him I cannot reach the door latch.
He put the tray with my meal on it on the table and said he would arrange something for me and disappeared for a few minutes. When he returned he was carrying a bucket and said he would fill it with coal for me and put some logs near the stove to make it easier for me. Also he noticed upon his return how I had to stand or kneel on the chair at the table to eat my meal.
‘This isn’t very good’ he said. ‘I will see what can be sorted to help you’. He then left.
After my meal I moved the chair from the table to the washstand where I first washed my plate and cutlery, then had a strip wash myself (I had no hope of getting into the bath). I then decided I would have an early night in bed so I could be up really early to show some enthusiasm to my boss.
I slept well in the big bed and was up bright and early the following morning. As I was standing on the chair having a wash Mrs. Inglish walked in and saw me. She looked and said to me ‘Ted told me last night of your problems reaching things so to make things a little easier for you I want you to come over to the kitchen and dine with the regular staff’.
I thanked her very much and asked what time I should be there whereupon she replied ‘about 6a.m for breakfast and when you are cleaned up after work for your evening meal’.
So it was after washing and dressing I walked over to the kitchen where it was lovely and warm thanks to the old fashioned farmhouse cooking range being alight and said to the chef ‘Mrs. Inglish told me to come here for breakfast’. He replied, ‘yes, I was informed, go sit at the table it will be ready in a few minutes’.
I went to the seat the chef pointed to (I assumed each member of staff have their own seating position) climbed on to it and was kneeling on the chair when the chef bought the meal to me. He just looked at me and said ‘you can’t possibly dine like that’ and left only to return with some cushions which he put on the chair and then lifted me up. I told him I did not feel safe like this and asked if he would let me sit on the floor with my breakfast. He put me down and passed my breakfast to me telling me this situation would have to be sorted one way or another as sitting on the floor to eat was both unhygienic and unhealthy and he would not have it in his kitchen.
It was while I was eating that Mrs. Inglish came in and saw me saying ‘what is the meaning of this chef?’ He then explained all that had happened saying I felt unsafe on the stack of cushions, and, that he too was not happy about the present setup.
Mrs. Inglish then hummed and looking at me said ‘we will sort something before this day is out’.
It was about ten minutes after I had finished my breakfast that Ted arrived asking me if I was ready for work, I replied ‘yes’.
We went out to his truck, he lifted me in and buckled my seatbelt, then climbed in himself and we were off then to the bulb sheds.
Once we arrived he showed me a high padded stool he had arranged for me, also a box to allow me to climb up to it, then after showing me what I had to do basically he left me to get on with the job.
As I filled the buckets with bulbs a kind lady working next to me would put them on a palette behind me stacking them in fives so the shed foreman would see and give me a token to show how many I had completed, she also told me to put a few less bulbs in each bucket as I was overfilling them.
It was a fun job, although a busy one as the people I was working with were kind, chatty and very helpful.
When it was lunch time the lady next to me showed me where to go to eat the packed lunch chef had given me and to my surprise there was a high stool at the table for me. My work friend (the lady) lifted me up gasping with surprise at how light I was and sat me on the stool. I remember thinking this would be a solution to eating at the regular table in the kitchen for my main meals. I also noticed on the table there was a large tea pot and several cups/mugs near it. It was explained to me that the boss (Mrs. Inglish) provided all hot drinks for her workers.
So Molly (the lady working next to me) reached over and filled two ‘cups’ after first asking if I could manage a mug (ha ha) and passed one to me.
With lunch break over we returned to our work and the happy atmosphere continued but I did notice my hands were getting a little sore. However I carried on knowing I could wash them clean at the end of work and just put it down to the cracks and sores I already had on my hands.
It was around six fifteen when Ted arrived to take me back to the bunkhouse and enquired how I had got on. I told him I had met some very nice and helpful people to which he simply replied ‘good’.
When we got back to the main house Ted told me to hurry up and get cleaned up as chef was waiting to serve staff’s evening meal and they had decided to wait for me so we could all sit down together which I thought was wonderful.
I dashed (for me it was a dash) into the bunkhouse and quickly washed and changed my clothes then made my way to the kitchen.
I had to knock on the door for someone to open it for me and when I walked in there was Chef (Charlie), Mrs. Inglish and another lady who was introduced to me as Cherie the housekeeper.
Mrs. Inglish then said to me ‘Terry we have found a solution to your dining problem’ and pointed to a ‘special’ chair at the table.
Initially it just looked similar to the high stools I had been using but a closer look showed me it was decorated with bouncing lambs, teddy bear and other nursery characters.
Chef picked me up and sat me in it, he then proceeded to fasten a safety strap which he pulled between my legs and fastened back to the chair around my waist. At this point I began to struggle as I realised this was a ‘baby’s high chair’. But before I could do anything he had the tray in place and locked in position.
Mrs. Inglish then pointed out to me that in this chair I would be able to eat my meal in comfort AND be able to see and chat to Chef and Cherie.
I could not argue with the logic behind this move but I did feel embarrassed sitting there and especially knowing I could not get out by myself.
Chef then served me my dinner, a nice casserole but everything was cut up small and I only had a spoon and fork. When I mentioned this Cherie said ‘that is my idea after watching you struggle with your breakfast and the difficulty you had not just using but even holding the knife.’
I could not argue the point as I had struggled and was now having difficulty holding the spoon too.
Cheri spotted this and moved her plate next to my chair and said ‘let me help you’.
At this tears formed, I felt so helpless and embarrassed.
Cherie then said ‘Look at your hands and now look at mine, do you see a difference?’ So I sat in the high chair allowing her to feed me.
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I have to confess that the first time in several months I was getting a good meal and pain free. Just a bruised ego.
Mrs Inglish arrived during the meal (she had already dined) and saw me, and said ‘Now, isn’t this more comfy and sociable Terry?’ and I had to confess it was true. She also said I could have the little room annexed to the kitchen instead of going all the way back to the barn.
I didn’t know what to say for this kindness, for now my heating problems were solved too. I just stammered a thank you as Cherie took a cloth and cleaned my face.
Then surprisingly she said ‘would you like a drink?’ to which I replied ‘yes please’. She disappeared for a moment and when she returned holding a baby’s Sippy cup in her hand. I said ‘I cannot drink from that’. ‘OK’ she replied, sorry I just thought with your hands it would be easier, just a moment’. She then put the drink in a mug. I finished up spilling a lot of it because of my poor grip thus proving Cherie’s point.
I was in tears again and both Cherie and Charlie came over and told me to calm down.
Cherie then took a cloth, cleaned me and refilled the Sippy cup and said ‘now relax and enjoy’. I still felt foolish drinking from a baby’s cup, but, at least I was getting ALL the drink and not spilling any.
I thanked Cherie for the thought and she smiled and said ‘that’s alright pet, but tomorrow we will have to put a bib on you to keep your clothes clean’.
I looked aghast at her but realised she was making sense and with her spoon feeding me I would be clean all day. Lunchtime sandwiches do not stain clothing usually.
Once both Chef and Cherie had finished clearing away Cherie turned to me and said ‘Terry, when was the last time you had a ‘proper’ bath?’ and I explained being so tiny I usually have a strip wash as I cannot manage a bath.
‘Ok’ was her reply, ‘but tonight you have a proper one’. I immediately panicked and said to her ‘How?’ She replied ‘I will give you one’. I screamed ‘Nooooooo, I am not a baby.’ To which she replied ‘I never meant you were but wouldn’t you like to lay and have a nice long soak in warm water?’
How could I argue as it was one of the things I cherished while in the care centre and so I had to agree with her.
‘So!’ Cherie said ‘sit there then and I will run you a nice warm bath’ (as if I had a choice).
When she returned she took me from the high chair and carried me to the bathroom (which is embarrassing enough) but once in there proceeded to strip me.
When I objected she simply said ‘and how do you plan to get in the bath and what if something happens?’
Again I could not argue.
Cherie gave me a wonderful bath, the water not only felt silky but smelled wonderful and I was drifting into a dream only a child dreams.
At this point Mrs Inglish entered and said to Cherie ‘Careful with the little one’s hands dear’. I tried to sink beneath the water but Cherie was holding me across my back supporting me.
Mrs. Inglish then turned to me and said ‘feeling better sweetheart?’ I nodded a yes; finding myself unable to speak with embarrassment.
After Mrs. Inglish left, Cherie lifted me from the bath tub and wrapped me in a large fluffy towel and dried me saying ‘now, doesn’t that feel a whole lot better?’ Again I had no choice but to agree, I not only felt wonderful but smelled cleaner than I had for a long time. Although I never had a bad odour but this bath was more thorough than a strip wash.
Still wrapped in the towel Cherie carried me from the bathroom to my new bedroom and said ‘now sweet either get dressed or get ready for bed’. Then, upon leaving she switched on a television then handed me the remote control telling me not to stop up too late as it was an early start again in the morning.
I hadn’t felt this wonderful since leaving the centre where the staff tried their hardest to give me the best, but, of course budgets and facilities limited things. However the staff always tried to treat me as best as they could.
I decided to get ready for bed and slept perhaps the most wonderful sleep I had ever had. The perfumes around me reminded me of something long ago but I could not recall them.
I was awoken the following morning by Ted saying ‘Come on Terry you are late, get dressed and ready for work’.
I dashed about, got dressed, grabbed my little packed lunch and followed Ted. Once again he lifted me into the truck and belted me in and we set off for the bulb sheds.
When I arrived at my stool Molly was already busy and said ‘you are a little late dear’ I replied ‘I know but I had such a wonderful bath last night I was totally relaxed and did not want to wake up’.
‘Have you had breakfast?’ she asked, I replied ‘No, never had time I was late getting up’.
She reached into her apron pocket and said, ‘eat this’ and gave me a chocolate bar.
I removed my rubber glove and tried to break the chocolate squares off but could not and when Molly saw my hands she called the shed foreman over and showed him.
Bulb rash had got a bite and my hands were now red raw as well as all the other problems.
The foreman took out his cell phone, rang Ted and told him the situation.
Having done that he then took me off the line and into the restroom and told me to wait.
Ted arrived some twenty minutes later to find me sitting on the floor in floods of tears.
He came over, lifted me up and tried to calm me down and all I could do was scream this is another job I cannot manage.
He held me close to his chest as one would a baby and cuddled me. I felt all the passion from the centre once more but this time a bit more too. I did not know Ted was a father and was used to children and their tantrums. This time however he realised it was a little more, I was in physical and mental pain.
No more to do, he took out his mobile phone, rang the big house and asked Mrs Inglish to fetch me and when she asked why he could not drive me he explained my condition plus he had to go to one of the other farms urgently.
Ted cuddled me for what must have been forty minutes, gently rocking me in his mighty arms and all the time speaking gently to calm me.
When Mrs, Inglish arrived and saw Ted gently rocking me in his arms talking baby talk to me she knew she was about to win and get her baby daughter but a few more steps were required.
Mrs Inglish said to Ted ‘there is a carrycot in the car, strap her/him into that and I will take her/him home and get her calmed’.
Ted strapped me into the carrycot asking Mrs. Inglish if she would manage alright to which she replied ‘with this little feather, of course I will’.
She drove back to the ‘Big House’ and upon arrival told Charlie to get me out of the car and Cherie to run a ‘special’ bath for me.
After the bath Mrs. Inglish had me put into a bed in a spare room and I was told to just rest, everything would be alright.
Again I felt and smelled wonderful and very quickly drifted off to sleep.
The following morning I awoke and dashed in a panic as it was already light and I was late for work. I dashed around trying to find my clothes and get out of the room, but the door knob was a statutory four feet from floor and I could not reach it so I commenced banging on the door
Eventually Mrs. Inglish came and opened the door asking what all the noise was about and I said ‘I cannot find my clothes and I am late for work’.
She then informed me in light of what had happened the previous day I would not be working there anymore.
Instantly I began to cry again knowing I had lost yet another job and said to Mrs Inglish ‘I will take anything you owe me and leave then’.
I knew this was the end of a few weeks dream.
Mrs Inglish then said to me ‘Where will you go?’ I replied ‘I have no idea’.
She replied, ‘I have a proposition for you and you will have to hear me out fully, sign some papers and do exactly as you are told. In return you will be fed, clothed, bathed and dressed in the finest clothes I make. You will also be expected to do this 24/7 as long as it takes to complete the contract’. She also explained I would get the finest medical care her private medical insurance allowed for to get my hands better and also make me feel happier in my new life.
I asked her for more details and she said once I had signed the papers I would fully understand.
However she did say that she designed and manufactured baby’s clothes as a sideline and if I was willing she would pay me to model them for a special catalogue she wanted to produce. She also explained the clothes were very upmarket and limited editions which would make me very special if I wore them for her.
She also explained because of my hands it could be many months before she could arrange for pictures but in the meantime I could grow accustomed to the clothes AND the way of life. She explained how important it was that I should act and live the part quite naturally but never explained further.
When I asked how long I could expect to keep this job (expecting only a few weeks) she replied ‘Well if you are good enough it could be years’. I replied ‘and I get all found too?’ to which she replied with a grin ‘Oh yes dear, ALL found’.
What I did not know was that the ill fitting gloves that allowed me to get bulb rash, the high chair, the soft food, the bath, allowing me to lie in were all arranged to soften me towards the destiny Mrs. Inglish had planned for me. Panic and kindness were working well.
‘What is this Holmes, end of part three and not a nappy in sight?’ ‘I know
Watson, a dastardly plot, I fear Moriarity is involved here’
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As I was still naked Mrs. Inglish told Cherie who had by now arrived on the scene wondering what the commotion was to get a towel and wrap it around me. When she got the towel, a really thick fluffy one she wrapped it about me but not at the waist as a man would, she pulled it up under my arms as a girl would. She then lifted me up, carried me to the kitchen saying it was warmer in there and strapped me into my high chair once again.
Once the tray was secured in place she went and got me a Sippy cup of warm sweet milk. However it tasted a little different to milk with sugar in, then Cherie explained it was sweetened with honey from the farms own bee hives.
I drank it down and really enjoyed it.
Cherie’s next job would have been to make up Mrs. Inglish’s breakfast tray and take it to her in her dining room. However before she could take it Mrs. Inglish arrived in the kitchen and said she would dine there this morning explaining she wanted to keep an eye on her ‘little one’ and then when everyone was finished dining it would be chat time.
At this point I once again became anxious not knowing what was about to happen.
Charlie the chef came over to my highchair carrying a bowl which had some Ready Brek in it. This is a totally lump free form of porridge and easily digested. However I noticed there was no spoon with which to eat it and was about to mention this when Mrs. Inglish picked a plastic one up. She was also carrying a pink and white bib with her which she proceeded to tie around my neck. When I said I do not need a bib she just shushed me, sat beside me and began to feed me as Cherie had done the day before.
Once I was finished eating I noticed some of the Ready Brek had found its way on to the bib. I was stunned by this and felt ashamed. Mrs. Inglish simply said ‘Just as well we put it on you dear’. She then asked Cherie to pass me my Sippy cup with warm milk to me while she herself had her breakfast.
Once she was sat down about to dine, Charlie and Cherie also sat and had their breakfasts too, only they all had a full English breakfast making me feel hungry. However when I asked about mine Mrs. Inglish shushed me and told me to carry on with my bottle. I thought this strange as it was a Sippy cup and put it down to a simple error. I was quite wrong. It was intentional and designed to break down a psychological barrier concerning the forthcoming chat.
Once everyone had finished dining and had their cups of tea Mrs. Inglish actually helped Cheri and Charlie clear away the breakfast dishes then had everyone sit at the table. I felt a little out of place still in my highchair while everyone else sat quite naturally at the table.
Mrs’ Inglish then began to speak to everyone at first then directly to me. She reminded Cheri and Charlie what it was she desired of me then turned to me and said. ‘Now dear, I have a proposition for you that will mean you never having to do manual labour ever again and never get those pretty little hands in that state again’.
I looked at her in a puzzled manner wondering what she could be planning.
She then explained in detail how she had been watching me for quite some time and decided I would be perfect for her. She also told me she had been in contact with the care centre once she found out about it and they had told her I was still legally a minor but rules being as they was I had to be released from care. She also explained how she had had me watched while I was working on the building site and being a person of some influence in the community had, at the right time had me dismissed so she could employ me and keep a closer watch on me which brings us to the present day.
‘This brings me to the proposition I have for you. I want you to remember this could and hopefully will be a lifetime commitment by all of us here’.
I was about to ask her what it entailed when she placed her long finger gently on my lips saying, ‘little one, I need you to listen to me very carefully and to all the details before saying anything.
‘Firstly let me tell you I have made a lot of enquiries about you and know you are an orphan so I approached your old care centre and enquired about adopting you. They think it is a great idea and will finally give you a long term home and family which you have never had before; so, you will have security for the future but I will have full jurisdiction over you and have full power of attorney. So, that is the first part of my proposition I have for you, to legally adopt you as my own child’.
She took a brief pause here to allow that information to be absorbed.
‘Next’ she said ‘I will have your name changed legally so you become a dependant and can inherit from me; this will also allow me to have your name put on my Private Medical Insurance thus giving you the finest medical treatment and allow us to get those little hands healed’.
Again that pause to allow me to think again. This was becoming overwhelming and my head was beginning to spin.
‘Next, as I told you yesterday I design and make baby girls clothes and you will make a perfect model for them. However it would mean you living as my little baby daughter to enable you to completely feel the part for the clothes and we would have to wait for those little hands to heal before we can begin taking pictures. That time will allow you to adjust to your new life’. She also pointed out that I would never have to worry about finding work, accommodation food etc. ever again. Also the bullying I suffered would stop as everyone would be around to protect and care for me.
When I asked what she meant by being her baby daughter she said ‘it would be for the best all round and as she had explained would allow me to be in character for the pictures and would mean lots of people fussing over me’.
Then she said ‘I know it is a lot to take in so I will give you a little while to think about it and if you agree we will complete all the paperwork and get it to my solicitor for notarization and he can proceed with the legalities of the adoption and name change’.
With that she got up and left the room. Charlie went to start preparing lunch while Cherie remained with me telling me what a wonderful opportunity and I would never have to struggle in the big world ever again. She told me I would have a family and lots of people that would love me. She spent about twenty minutes talking and trying to convince me to go ahead and do this.
I spent many minutes pondering this and said ‘what if I don’t like it?’ to which Cherie replied, ’Just give it time and see what happens’.
I looked at her and saw in her face she was sincere and being honest with me and so said to her ‘OK I will do it’.
‘Wonderful’, she said, I will go tell madam and let you two finalise everything. She will be over the moon with delight’.
With that she left to fetch Mrs. Inglish and in what seemed a flash Mrs. Inglish entered the kitchen carrying a large brown envelope.
When she opened it she withdrew a lot of legal looking doc-uments which she said I needed to sign to make everything legal and official.
She then described each one before I signed and the one with my name change she glossed over it quickly saying my name would be change to Terri Inglish quickly glossing over the feminization of my Christian name.
Once all the papers were signed she had Charlie and Cherie witness them then replaced them in the envelope and telephoned Ted telling him he had an urgent job in town for him and to come to the big house straight away.
He arrived about twenty minutes later and Mrs. Inglish handed him the envelope instructing him to take it to her solicitor to be processed immediately and he was to get a receipt too.
She then turned to Cherie told her to take me to my ‘new’ room, bathe me and dress me but only in basics as she was going to ring her doctor and get her to come and give me a medical check over and start treating my hands.
Cherie released me from the highchair, picked me up and carried me upstairs to a room with a porcelain cameo on the door labelling the room as ‘The Nursery’.
When she opened the door I was amazed at what I saw. It was a complete baby girl’s nursery with cot, changing table (complete with attached baby bath), chests of drawers, wardrobes etc. There was also a playpen filled with cuddly toys and assorted baby toys. It was decorated in delicate pastel pinks and whites with the furniture coloured to match.
Carrying me in Cherie said ‘right, firstly a bath to make you smell nice and baby girlish’. She then removed the towel that was wrapped about me, laid me on the changing table and placed a strap over my chest which she secured under the table. This was she said to stop me falling and hurting myself; after all the table was four feet off the floor and quite a long fall for me.
She then filled the baby bath at the end of the table and lifted me into it. Firstly she bathed me using only Johnson’s baby soap and so the aromas began. The bath was followed by my hair being washed with No More Tears baby shampoo which not only made my hair feel wonderful but reinforced the smell of ‘baby’.
While this was happening Mrs Inglish had telephoned the farms fitter and told him to drop what he was doing, get to the big house and hang the safety gates immediately. She rang her doctor asking her to come as soon as possible.
The fitter arrived in a matter of minutes and smiling said ‘you have your little girl then madam’. ‘Yes’ was the reply ‘and now we have to look after ‘her’’.
Having finished bathing me Cherie once again strapped me to the changing table while she prepared several items for me.
She opened a large tub of cream and began spreading it over my bottom and around my genitals (such as they are) explaining it was to stop nappy rash. This she followed with copious amounts of baby powder.
When I asked why I needed the cream she explained I would be living in nappies all the time and would have to use them hence the protection.
When I said I did not want to wear them she reminded me I agreed and signed to be madams ‘baby’ daughter and babies wear and use nappies.
As hard as I objected Cherie took out two nappies. One she folded kite style while the other she folded into a rectangle for a soaker. She then took both of my ankles in one hand, lifted my bottom clear of the tabletop and placed the nappy beneath me and pinned it on to me. There were some 14 thicknesses of Terry towelling between my legs and I had no choice but keep the apart as would a tiny baby. She then took a pair of translucent pink plastic panties from the drawer under the table top and gently eased them up my legs. Again she took my ankles in one hand, lifted me so she could slide the panties over my nappies. When she had them in place I could feel the crotch of the panties half way down my thigh and knew it made me look like a new born baby.
Once Cherie had finished with my nappy and panties she then placed some woolly bootees on my feet tying a ribbon bow around my ankles. I was then unstrapped from the table and sat upright whereupon a babies vest was pulled over my head and two little buttons at the back near the neck were done up. This was followed by a white knitted babies Matinee coat. The final two items were a knitted bonnet and a dummy teat which Cherie advised me to keep in all the time to stop me making ‘grown-up’ talk.
This whole procedure took just over one hour when Cherie picked me up, picking up a pair of woollen mittens too and started to carry me out of the nursery.
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All the time this was happening I could hear sounds around the house but was unaware of what was happening until Cherie opened the nursery and door and this tubular steel barred gate had suddenly appeared. Cherie explained it was a safety gate designed to protect me from hurting myself and people would also know where I am at all times.
Do you ever have a feeling the world is closing in on you and you are helpless to stop it? That is what was happening to me now, but it is a cotton wool and satin world. It is filled with pretty things, lovely baby scents and love, but still overpowering.
I tried to say to Cherie around the dummy she had placed in my mouth that it was higher than I could reach, and she said ‘of course it is silly, it would not be a safety gate if you could open it now would it? Now stop the grown up talk’. ‘But I have questions, it is not as I thought’, Cherie said ‘and if you continue with the grown up talk you will have a sore botty that you didn’t think about too. However things will be explained to you as you need to know them’.
Moving from the Nursery to the head of the stairs we came across yet another ‘Safety Gate’. This one I was told was to stop me falling down stairs and hurting myself. I wondered to myself how I could get past the nursery one to ever get here.
We passed through that one only to encounter another at the bottom of the stairs and I thought to myself, Oh well, this is to stop me climbing up the stairs so I ‘can’ fall down. Little did I know how correct I was.
We proceeded along the lower hallway and I could see a gate was fitted to the kitchen/dining area entrance and one to the lounge.
I thought, how could all this have happened in such a short space of time?
Instead of taking me into the kitchen diner from whence we left Cherie carried me into the lounge which is quite huge with a large open log fire. But this one had a steel guard around it well away from the fire itself so it would stop me getting close to the fire and far enough away to stop the guard getting hot enough to burn me. Cherie explained to me that it was actually bolted to the wall and the gate at the front of it to allow for cleaning; putting logs on etc. was well locked away from prying little finger like mine.
Cherie sat down in one of the leather chairs and cradled me in her arms and began telling me about the gates.
She said ‘I can see you are puzzled as to how they were placed so swiftly, so I will tell you. The gates were made and the brackets and catches were all fitted many days ago awaiting your arrival, so, all that was needed was for the gates to be hung on to the brackets which occurred while I was bathing and changing you’.
I said from behind my dummy ‘Please don’t smack me but how did Mrs. Inglish KNOW I would accept the proposal?’
‘Alright sweetie’ Cherie replied ‘No smackies this time but no more grown up questions. Madam is now your Mommy and is a very determined lady and usually gets what she wants, and when she decided she wanted you I am afraid you had no choice in the matter; from the day she first heard about you, and then she saw you; your fate was sealed to become her baby daughter. Now, enough for now, your Mummy will be here in a minute, so be a good little baby girl and give her a big, big welcoming smile when she comes in’.
A Little About Mummy:
She is from a long line of wealthy landowners dating back over 600 years.
Sadly she was an only child and a huge burden was placed upon her young shoulders.
She spent a lot of time studying Farming, Agriculture, Horticulture, etc, etc. and business management; as a result this left her virtually little or no time for a social life. Consequently she never married nor bore children of her own.
While she was younger and her parents were alive it seemed to matter not, she was far too busy and had family.
Then the day arrived when a car accident took her parents from her and she was alone. This was the time she realised how much she had missed out on life and how lonely she would become.
She decreed then this would not happen, she would have a baby come H*ll or High Water. And, thus her staffs were instructed to search for a candidate.
She commenced having a room in the big house converted into a very upmarket nursery.
She went back to college to learn art and dressmaking and hence her personal career as a baby girl’s designer and dressmaker began.
She employed managers for the different farms and Ted was Overall Manager. Everyone reported to him and he reported to Mummy.
They were ALL confident to her desire and wishes. No-one argued and thought ‘Yes, a wonderful idea’.
Once she had finished college and was confident about her designs she set about setting up a cottage industry to mainly pass her time pleasurably and prepare for her new baby girl. She did not think it would be over a year away. But it would also be a lucrative income being very upmarket and ‘select’.
She always looked after her permanent staff in as much she had a medical scheme for them and their families, milk was free from the Dairy herds, meats was very cheap and generally in season vegetable were free. She also made a point of inviting them to the big house for social occasions, but especially she invited them Boxing Day (thinking families want to be together Christmas Day), New Years Day if they were not going away and Easter (which was a big parade of dresses, bonnets etc for the girls and ladies (many of which mummy made)).
For the labouring staff it was 10% over the minimum wage all year plus a annual bonus and a free Turkey at Christmas along with a homemade (Charlie) Christmas pudding and a bottle of wine.
Every summer mummy would also have a huge bar-b-q for everyone to attend.
So, all her staff was very loyal to her.
You may think ‘God, what an extra burden for poor Cherie and Charlie with all the extra work’, but NO, Mummy hired outside chefs and staff to come in so Cherie and Charlie had a happy time too.
She thought very, very highly of her staff and looked after them. She trusted them with not only their work but the staff they were responsible for too. She only had progress reports and daily ledgers to deal with daily when Ted arrived.
When she brokered the subject of finding a ‘permanent’ baby girl Ted was a little confused. However mummy explained about finding a small person she could make her baby girl.
Enter stage left. Along came I, not small but tiny, tiny. I was perfect and when mummy heard about and saw me she said to Ted ‘She is mine’.
That is when the wheels began turning and my future/fate was determined and my destiny sealed.
‘Holmes?’, ‘Yes Watson?’ ‘Holmes over 8,000 words and still only one nappy in sight, and those prison gates, surely it has to be a fiendish Moriarity plot’. ‘Watson, but think Watson, you can only see one nappy at a time. But I fear Watson you may be right, we need more information; time I went to think’ Holmes goes off to play his violin (or screech it).
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It was less than five minutes after Cherie bought me into the lounge when Mrs. Inglish (mummy) came into the room carrying a baby’s bottle full of milk.
I looked at Cherie and said ‘I don’t want to drink from a baby bottle’ for which I received a sharp slap on the bare part of my thigh. This really stung and bought a tear to my eyes and the response from Cherie ‘You will get very hungry if you do not take it’.
Mummy then sat down saying ‘is my little baby being naughty?’ To which Cherie replied ‘I have told her repeatedly about using grown up talk so a little reminder was called for’ after which she passed me to mummy.
‘Come on sweetheart let me give you your nice bottle’. ‘That is what she was talking about’ responded Cherie, ‘said she did not want bottle feeding’. Mummy looked down at me and told me ‘All little babies have to have their formula darling and as you are mummy’s little baby now you WILL have your bottle when you are told’. With that she put the teat to my lips and I reluctantly accepted it. This milk tasted different to the one I had earlier in my Sippy cup which had honey in it, but then mummy had called this one formula.
While I was feeding mummy told Cherie that the Doctor was coming out to see me in approximately two hours and after that she wanted to put me down for a sleep, as the morning would be quite stressful for me plus she needed to get me into a proper routine. She also pointed out that if Cherie had any noisy housework such as hoovering to do, to do it before my sleep time.
After my feed mummy placed me to her shoulder rubbing and gently patting my back as she winded me and even a little drop of formula came back up splashing on the towel she had placed over her shoulder.
When that was done she looked at me and said ‘right sweetheart, mummy has lots of things to do, so you can go in your playpen until the Doctor comes’. I was then carried over to and placed inside the playpen which even when standing I could not reach to top rail. However there were lots of baby toys in there for me to play with and mummy switched the television and the dvd player on. The disc she put in was a collection of baby programmes such as Postman Pat, Teletubbies, Trumpton, Camberwick Green and many others.
It felt most strange now sitting behind bars, but the floor was a thick padded mattress and for the first time I actually felt my little bootees and the feeling is so unlike shoes, they are soft and you can feel everything your foot touches.
Because of the state of my hands mummy had put some mittens on me that were padded in the palms so I would be able to play with my toys. However the padding and the pain made it difficult to play with the smaller toys so I settled for a soft Pink Rabbit to cuddle and watch the programmes on the television.
It is amazing how quickly two hours pass because in what appeared no time at all there was a knock at the door and a lady carrying a black bag walked in.
‘Hi Mary’ called out mummy and the lady carrying the bag replied ‘Hi Carol, got your little girl then’. ‘Oh yes, come see her’ replied mummy.
They came into the lounge and the doctor looked at mummy and said ‘I didn’t know you had been pregnant, that HAS to be a baby’.
Mummy had a good laugh and said ‘cute isn’t she?’, and the doctor replied ‘cute isn’t the word, she is adorable’.
Mummy then called Cherie and said ‘Cherie dear, the doctor and I are taking Terri to the nursery, keep an eye on things for me please’. With that mummy picked me up and carried me to the nursery.
I was extremely nervous and began to cry a little but was quickly calmed by mummy and my dummy.
Mummy then began taking off all my clothes so the doctor could examine me.
After prodding and poking and tapping me all over she said I appeared to be healthy enough but my muscles were very tense and hard so she would prescribe a relaxant for me. Then, looking at my genitals told mummy I was severely under developed and had not even reached puberty pointing out the fact no testicles were showing. The doctor said ‘they must still be tightly tucked up inside’.
Mummy replied ‘that would account for that sweet little voice she has then’. The doctor agreed. Mummy then said ‘is there a way we can stop that happening so she keeps her little voice?’ The doctor replied ‘we can give her Anti-Androgens to block any Testosterone and then if we give her low doses of Oestrogen, that will stop any development there plus give her skin a softer more feminine look and feel but a low enough dose to prevent any busty substances growing’. This bought a laugh from both.
Then she asked mummy ‘do you know when she had her last bowel movement?’ Mummy replied ‘not in the last thirty six hours as I know’. ‘Alright’ was the doctor’s reply as she went to her bag once again, this time taking out what looked like two torpedo shaped tablets which she then after putting on some latex gloves and taking my ankles in one hand, raising them in the air and exposing my bottom thus allowing her to slip them inside my bottom. She than told mummy be prepared for a nappy filler in about two hours and they both had another little chuckle.
Mummy was quite excited about the hormone treatment and said ‘when can we start?’ ‘Bring her to my surgery about 3 this afternoon and I can give her, her baby vaccinations at the same time. I will also give you a prescription for everything else you need. Now, let’s have a look at these hands’.
When she turned my hands palm upward, she looked and said ‘My, my, how on earth did she survive with hands like this. They are terrible’. Mummy told her it happened on a building site and before they knew it bulb rash had flared up too, hence me no longer being in the bulb sheds.
The doctor just looked at mummy and said ‘this sweet little thing was never intended to live in the grownups world unprotected, far too cute’. Returning to her bag the doctor took out a tub of cream, some lint pads and bandages.
She looked at me and said ‘this will hurt for a few minutes sweetheart but it does contain local anaesthetics which will sooth the pain away’.
With that she began spreading the cream all over my hands but mainly in the palm area and filling in the cracks in my skin, and yes, it did hurt and made me cry. Once the cream was on she gently tucked my thumbs into my palms, placed a thick pad of lint over the whole area and bandaged them showing mummy how to fold the ends of the bandages so the finger ends were covered, also telling mummy this had to be done every day. Of course my hands were quite useless now but for the first time in a long time they were being healed.
The pain from the cream did, as the doctor said disappear quite quickly and I settled down again.
When the doctor was finished mummy was going to call Cherie to dress me but when she turned toward the door Cherie was already there with a concerned look on her face saying ‘I heard her crying and was worried’. Mummy just said ‘it was the cream on my hands, but as you are here dear would you get her dressed now? I think the little white dress with the pink edging would be a nice first one for her, her little Angel jacket with matching bootees, bonnet and mittens. Also bring her harness with you dear as she will be having a sleep in her pram for a little while. We need to introduce her to ALL her lovely things, Oh and ensure her nappies are well tucked in things will soon be happening’. This bought a little chuckle from everyone.
All in all, the doctor spent about an hour with me and I was feeling tired; but a pram!!
Once downstairs the doctor and mummy had a private talk. The doctor noted I had one nappy folded as a soaker and one folded kite style. ‘What I would do’ she went on ‘would be to put the soaker and two kite folded ones on her’. Explaining it would save on changes but also for keeping the legs apart thus enhancing that little baby look. Mummy thought this a very good idea and called Cherie to do just that.
‘However’ the doctor said, ‘I will be prescribing a purgative to clean her tummy and bowel so I suggest for the next two days you keep her in thick disposables as you will be using quite a few’.
‘Why a purgative?’ asked mummy. ‘Simple’ the doctor replies, ‘purge her tummy, feed her only baby food and formula after that and what do you get? Very runny poo she cannot keep in and will have to use her nappies, a little more baby like’.
‘I will collect some this afternoon after we have been to see you’. Mummy replied smiling.
‘You should find medium to large baby size ideal. You are so lucky; I know you will be making all her dresses, petticoats etc., but most of her needs you can get off the shelf at any baby store she is that tiny’.
Mummy replied ‘It does help when it comes to nappies and panties; also her pram is only a deluxe baby pram, so it is normal, as is her cot. Also I am hoping some time today her new bassinette will arrive so when she has bad nights I can have her next to me ’.
‘I can see this little one is going to be spoiled something wicked’ replied the doctor.
‘I have been waiting a long, long time for her to arrive and she will get only the best; and, as you pointed out, she was never meant to live alone in the BIG world. Also keeping my baby happy means she will be happy and WANT to stay’.
The doctor looked and said ‘You are a canny one Carol but I think your little girl is getting the better deal’.
They laughed and the doctor left.
At this point Cherie entered the room carrying me in her arms.
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A little cough from Cherie attracted mummy’s attention so she turned toward the doorway and saw me.
‘Oh my’ she said. ‘Ohhh sweetheart you look so pretty’, looking at Cherie she said ‘and Dr. Stone (Mary) was absolutely right about that extra nappy. It makes her look absolutely adorable’.
Walking over toward me mummy held her arms out saying ‘come to mummy darling let me look at you,’ and asked Cherie if she remembered the harness and would she fetch me a bottle.
Cherie passed the harness to mummy who then proceeded to sit down and after removing my Angel coat placed it upon me then just sat looking at me and absorbing her little baby daughter.
A moment later Cherie returned with a bottle of formula.
After cradling me and feeding me my bottle mummy stood up and said to me ‘time for you to see your lovely new pram sweetheart’. Walking toward a large bay window she turned me around so I was facing ‘my’ new pram. It is white with a narrow pink contour design made by Silver Cross Coachworks. It did look beautiful but of course this one was meant for me.
Taking me over to it she lay me inside and found there was ample room for me. She then snapped the clips in the pram on to my harness, covered me with a white with pink satin trimmed baby blanket. Placing my dummy teat back in my mouth she then raised the hood of my pram; put the apron on all the way so that it was also halfway up the hood and so reducing the light.
Next she began to gently rock me and hummed a lullaby.
Looking at the interior of ‘my’ prams hood I tried to reassess my situation and take in my surroundings; but in no time at all I was fast asleep. I was falling ever deeper into my new world.
I do not know how long I was asleep, all I know is I was woken by violent rumblings in my tummy and bowel. Next thing I knew was there was a huge (for me) gaseous discharge and I was filling my nappies.
The suppositories had decided to work and were forcing me to evacuate my bowel.
Feeling totally shamed by this I began to cry and in the two minutes it took mummy to come to me I had had another two explosions. My nappies were filled to capacity.
Feeling totally miserable mummy lifted me from my pram and tried to calm me and all I could sob was ‘I messed’. Mummy said ‘that is fine sweetheart, ALL babies do that and that is why you are in nappies’.
I wanted to say more but mummy just push my dummy fully into my mouth and shushed me to calm me.
But she did tell me once again say I should NOT use grown up talk anymore. She told me she knew and understood I had a lot of relearning and a lot of unlearning to do and living baby will help me. She also told me she could understand how I felt about using nappies again, but she said in a few days it would all be natural for me and to just trust her.
While doing this she carried me to the nursery where she took my clothes of, removed my very soiled nappies and cleansed me; then put clean nappies on me.
When she re-dressed me, this time she put a pair of white baby tights on me saying it was time to get ready to go see Dr. Mary and she wanted me wrapped up warm for the journey.
Also instead of an Angel coat this time I had a full Matinee coat on along with bootees and bonnet.
The dress I wore was the white one with pink trim and to compliment it my bootees, mittens, matinee coat and bonnet were all pink with white ribbon ties and trim.
Once I was fully dressed mummy then produced a baby harness in white leather (it appears I have a choice of several colours to match outfits) which she fastened about me.
Carrying me downstairs and passing through the ‘safety’ gates which I knew I would never be able to pass unaided she carried me into the kitchen and said to Charlie ‘Is the carrycot in the car?’
He replied ‘Yes madam fully installed and the wheels are in the boot (trunk to the USA I believe) and I started the engine for you a few moments ago so the car is warm’.
Mummy thanked Charlie and then carried me to the car putting me in the carrycot. After fastening my harness to the inbuilt clips she placed a baby blanket over me and tucked it in so I would stay warm.
Having satisfied herself I was safe and warm she went back into the house to get her own hat, coat and purse. After which she drove to town and looked around for parking as close to the Dr’s surgery as possible. It actually turned out to be about a half mile away.
Next she took the carrycot frame from the boot and opened it ready to accept the cot.
Opening the back door of the car she looked at the weather, then at me and decided a second blanket was called for. Also she raised the hood and put the apron on before taking me from the car. Once she had my cot fastened into the frame she then put the all weather cover on to stop the wind and it was raining lightly from getting to me.
Happy I was protected and checked own hat and coat were all correct she released the brake of the carrycot and we proceeded to the Dr’s surgery.
This was a strange experience for me as I had never in my conscious lifetime ever been wheeled like this.
Within minutes the gentle rocking motion of the cot on the suspension had me all sleepy again and all my anxieties faded away.
Once we reached the surgery mummy saw the receptionist and she told mummy ‘Oh yes, Dr. Stone said for you to go straight in’.
Before going through to Dr. Stone’s surgery mummy took off the covers from my carrycot and dropped the hood allowing the receptionist to see me whereupon the receptionist simply said ‘Oh my, what a pretty little girl’. That really boosted my ego.
Once in the Dr’s office I was taken from my carrycot and lifted on to a padded table similar to my changing table but larger and not as pretty.
Mummy took my harness and matinee coat off then asked the Dr. If she need go further.
Dr. Stone replied ‘no, just injections for now but I would like her tights lowering as two injections go in the thigh’.
Dr. Stone then went to another table and picked up a dish in which lay five hypodermic syringes.
Looking a little concerned mummy said ‘all those in one day’.
Dr. Stone replied, ‘yes but they are once only inoculations’. She then explained that one is the triple MMR vaccine, one is for Whooping cough and the third one is Polio and that one would need a booster in three weeks. The fourth and fifth one she explained were the boosters for Anti Androgens and Oestrogen.
The first three went in my upper arms and hurt which made me start crying but then the last two went into my thigh and they really stung and bought a flood of tears from me.
Mummy quickly redressed me and cradled me in her arms to console me.
Dr. Stone then enquired if the suppositories had worked to which mummy gave a chuckle and said ‘did they ever, poor sweet must be totally empty by now’. Dr. Stone replied ‘If they haven’t the purgatives will’.
The doctor then handed mummy a prescription explaining the tablets. This one she said is a muscle relaxant to get rid of her tension and help her relax but it will affect walking and will make her lose bowel and bladder control. This one is the tablet form of the Anti Androgen and this one her hormone tablets. Just crush them and add into her formula. Finally she gave mummy two sachets telling that these are the purgatives, give them first thing and then only water and perhaps clear/strained soup at lunchtime. Also she explained to mummy the special cream for my hands was on the prescription as was the pads and bandages. Also she advised mummy to get an Anti Bacterial soap to bathe my hands in.
So, after putting me back in my carrycot and armed with a long shopping list we left the surgery and headed for town and the local Scoots the Chemist.
On the way Mummy met several of her friends and naturally I was introduced to them after which they told mummy what a lovely baby girl.
I soon realised that the more people mummy showed me off the more difficult it would be for me to ever return to an almost normal life. I was a baby girl to everyone mummy showed me off to.
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Mummy did not miss out on this either and a plan quickly began to formulate in her mind.
She decided the more people I was introduced to as her baby daughter the more and more difficult it would be for me to return to my old life. Also as the largest land owner in the region she was a prominent person in the community and knew a lot of people in high places. She also knew once I was introduced to these people my future was sealed.
Being a prominent member of the community she laid plans for me to meet the top people and their families.
She decided as she knew the Chief Constable and his family, several senior Police officers and their families; all the local Magistrates along with their families and many other Senior members of the town councils and local Trading Guild, I would be introduced to them all. Also unbeknown to most in the area, mummy was the Head Mason of the regional Masons lodge.
All this she decided would be enough to protect her little baby should I ever stray or get lost. She was determined everyone would know me and if ever I was found wandering she knew I would be returned to her. However with all the ‘safety’ that had been installed at home that could never happen.
She decided there and then it was time to arrange for my debut.
We finally arrived at Scoots whereupon mummy headed straight for the pharmacy to get the prescription made up and asked the pharmacist if it would be alright to leave me near the counter while she did some other shopping. The pharmacist replied ‘Of course Mrs. Inglish we will keep an eye on her for you’. Mummy folded the apron back, lowered the hood of my carrycot so I could look around, but mainly so that I would be seen more easily. With that done Mummy went to do her shopping.
When she returned several elderly ladies were gathered around my carrycot cooing and ahhing over me.
Mummy went to the counter to get the prescription and pay for her shopping. When the pharmacist arrived she looked at mummy and said ‘quite the little crowd puller isn’t she?’ Mummy replied ‘I think all babies are’ but inwardly she smiled as it was more exposure and she knew I would be afraid to speak so the bonds were getting ever stronger.
It turned out mummy had purchased two packs of thick disposable nappies, a changing mat, four more tins of formula, more zinc and castor oil cream, more baby powder plus two large pink bottles of baby lotion.
With everything paid for and safely stored in the shelf beneath my cot she prepared to leave.
Outside the rain had now become very heavy and mummy had to rush as much as she could as her coat was only meant to be shower proof and she still needed to call at the greengrocers to order the vegetables chef wanted delivering.
By the time we returned to the car mummy was soaking wet and she rushed to get me inside first, then the shopping and wheels and finally herself.
By now the rain was almost torrential and instead of taking only twenty minutes to get home, this time it took almost forty.
Mummy was not only wet but quite exhausted by the time we reached home and parked the car as close to the house door as possible.
As she was about to get out of the car Cherie opened the house door wearing a raincoat with a hood but also carrying an umbrella to protect mummy. Following Cherie was Charlie who called out for mummy to get indoors as they would carry me and the shopping in the house.
Once everything was indoors Cherie helped mummy to remove her soaked coat and putting it on a coat hanger hung it over a radiator in the wash room to dry.
When she returned mummy asked Cherie if she would make me a bottle up so mummy could feed me.
Cherie responded ‘Madam, I think it would be wiser if you left Terri with me and got yourself out of your wet clothes and into a nice warm bath’. Mummy thanked Cherie and did exactly that.
In the meantime Charlie had prepared my bottle and added a little spot of honey to it saying ‘it may be my last bottle for two days’. Cherie replied ‘poor sweet I do not know about our little Terri here but even I am not looking forward to the next two days’. Charlie agreed.
Cherie then sat down and taking the bottle from Charlie commenced to feed me.
Meanwhile mummy had removed her wet clothes and was soaking in a nice warm perfumed bath soaking the day away.
After she had bathed and dressed she returned to the kitchen where Charlie informed her, a large package had arrived while she was out and that there was a nice hot cup of tea for her.
‘That, hopefully it is Teresa’s bassinette’.
Both Cherie and Charlie looked at mummy with a puzzled look on their faces. ‘Teresa madam’ said Cheri. ‘Yes dear, the proper version of Terri and as sweet as my little baby is’. ‘Does she know?’ asked Charlie. ‘Not yet’ replied mummy. ‘When will she learn?’ asked Cherie. ‘When she is christened, you see I found out during my enquiries my little baby has never been christened and I intend to correct that’.
‘Oh wow!’ the other two replied in harmony.
Once she finished her tea mummy went to open the parcel that had arrived and sure enough it was ‘my’ bassinette.
In no time at all it was assembled next to mummy’s bed and Cherie just looked and said ‘THAT is gorgeous’. Mummy replied, ‘yes, I fell in love with it the instant I saw it’.
It was in white with miles and miles of pink lace adorning it. It was complete with a satin pillow also in pink and white, a satin blanket to match and finally a cover which matched the bassinette when it comes to the frills. It had its own hood and was also mounted in the frame on suspension so it could be gently rocked.
Charlie looked and commented ‘this has to be the luckiest person alive, a loving mother and now adorned with all these beautiful gifts, I just hope she is as happy with her new life as you obviously are madam’.
Mummy just replied ‘we will have to make that happen Charlie but the next two days are going to be painful for all of us I’m afraid’. Cherie said ‘we are here too madam and we both want to see her happy, I just hope it won’t be too painful for Teresa’.
Mummy then said that I could have my usual six o’clock, ten o’clock and two am bottles but that will be the last until the purging is finished, which she told them would commence with my six am bottle. She also said I would be sleeping in the bassinette for those two nights at least.
She also outlined how things were go to happen. Firstly she would have a pack of disposable nappies and the new changing mat she had purchased from Scoots that very day in her bedroom, so she told Cherie she would want the nappy bin with the sealable lid there too. Also she would have the cream and powder. This all being so she could change me quickly and keep the soreness I will definitely have to a minimum.
And, so it was all sorted and organised. Cherie then said ‘Madam can’t we help in any way so you too can get some sleep’. Mummy replied ‘Look after the house for me dear, Oh and Charlie while I remember your vegetables will arrive early tomorrow morning’.
At six pm mummy took me to my nursery, removed all my clothes and bathed me, after which she put a clean nappy on me, a little babies nightdress then gave me my bottle.
Then I was placed in my bassinette ready for the next day
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I was given my two night time bottles and before I knew it, it was morning and my torture was about to begin.
First thing mummy did was to take me to my nursery and bathe me, after which she dressed me. But instead of my thick fluffy Terry nappies she put one of the thick disposable ones on me, she also made sure to use plenty of the zinc and castor oil cream and powder as she knew I was soon going to be really sore around my bottom. This was followed by a pair of plastic panties and a little dress bootees, bonnet and mittens. Also she placed a harness on me because her thinking was I would be weakened by the purging so she planned to leave me in my pram most of the day.
Then the time finally arrived and I was taken to the dining room and given my bottle with the first day purgative in. Cherie had prepared it in some milk and a little bit of honey saying to mummy it would help keep my strength up.
It took about twenty minutes for the solution to take effect and I had quite a violent bout of wind concluding in a very soiled nappy. All in all this happened sixteen times in day one; I was sore miserable and spent a lot of time crying.
At night mummy was awake with me all the time and so she never got any sleep. The following morning the procedure was repeated, however the purgative this time was not as strong and throughout the day I only used 7 nappies.
Mummy also had a second night awake with me but she did notice now I was drying up and my nappies were no longer being fouled; only urine was passing now.
For two days and two nights mummy had cradled me in her arms and was quite exhausted, but when it came time for my first bottle on day three with normal formula Cherie and Charlie were in the kitchen and said to mummy ‘why don’t you rest now, we can look after Terri, you must be exhausted’.
Still sobbing because of the soreness mummy agreed with Cherie, thanked her and passed me to her, then went to have some rest. The worst was now over.
Before leaving however mummy did say to Cherie ‘put her back in Terry nappies dear, I am sure she will be happier and more comfy in them and use plenty of cream she is red raw around her little bottom’. My thought at the time was I wish I had never seen nappies.
Gently cradling me in her arms Cherie turned to Charlie and said ‘can you make up two bottles for her with honey in both, also mix her Ready Brek, poor little mite must be starving. I will take her and change her’.
Cherie then turned and carried me to my nursery where she intended to give me a bath; but when she saw how red and sore my bottom was she decided not to sit me in the water but use a soft wash cloth and gently wash me instead.
As with the previous two days she washed my nappy area with anti bacterial soap (which she also used for my hands) while the rest of me was washed with baby soap.
After gently patting me dry she laid me on the changing table and put the safety strap across me while she folded my nappies and prepared the cream and powder. She then raised my legs in the air and slid the nappies under me and followed this with a liberal coating of zinc and castor oil cream and a generous powdering.
Leaving me strapped to the changing table Cherie then went to the sets of drawers and took out a little vest, bootees and mittens placing them on the changing tables shelf she just looked at me and said ‘today sweetheart we are going to make you especially pretty for when your mommy wakes up’.
Going to the wardrobe she picked out a peach coloured dress with high waist, the petticoats for it and also matching Rumba panties and bonnet.
The dress was one of mummy’s creations and was very tastefully trimmed without being outrageous but also very feminine.
By itself the dress just hung limp on its hanger because it was of such fine fabric, sheer and almost without weight the petticoats would have no difficulties making it stand out almost horizontal. It was also very short so the pretty panties could be seen as part of the ensemble. The panties and bonnet were white with peach lace to match the dress, while the dress itself had little white highlights and so overall the clothes complimented each other.
Once Cherie had everything she needed close by she released the strap holding me to the changing table, sat me up and put the little vest on me doing up the two buttons at the back as before.
However instead of dressing me at this point she removed the mittens I was still wearing, then the bandages and the lint pad. She now gently bathed my hands and likewise patted them dry. This done she reapplied some of the cream Dr. Stone had prescribed, and following the doctors instructions, gently folded my thumbs into my palms, placed another thick lint pad over the whole area and commenced bandaging them again. Taking care to fold the ends as they were shown to cover the finger ends.
‘There sweetheart’ she cooed, ‘now we can get you dressed all pretty and take you for your bottles and breakfast and then you will be all settled and looking pretty for when mummy wakes up’.
It was with extreme care and gentleness that Cherie dressed me wanting not to hurt me anymore but looking my absolute prettiest for mommy, however she did leave my bonnet off but said she would put my harness on me as I must be tired and she would lay me in my pram for a sleep after feeding me.
When we arrived in the kitchen Charlie looked and just said ‘Well, if that isn’t the prettiest picture I have ever seen’, smiled and told Cherie my bottles were ready and he would heat the Ready Brek as soon as she was ready.
I never saw my Ready Brek that morning because even before I had half finished my second bottle I was falling asleep. Cherie then took me from my high chair to my pram, put the clips on my harness and raised the hood leaving me to my little baby’s dreams.
After only approximately two hours Cherie came running in to me as I was crying. She was about to ask what was wrong when she could smell the problem. I had passed wind but also passed a very liquid poo. Not only was it uncomfortable but I realised I had passed it involuntarily meaning I had lost control of my bowel so soon and would have to wear nappies perhaps forever. That fact alone was the real reason for my crying.
Cherie took me to my nursery once more and speedily changed my nappies, but as she was about to take me back to my pram mummy who had woken up to my crying walked in.
Is Terri alright?’ asked mommy. Cherie replied ‘Still sore, tired and a little startled I think, she has just had her first baby poo’. Both had a little laugh at this. Cherie also pointed out the as my poo was now so runny we really should get some Nappy liners to keep as much moisture away from the skin as possible.
Mummy replied ‘D**n, I knew there was something else while I was in town, I will go into town a little later and get some. I need to call in and see the Rev. Peterson about a Christening.’
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Cherie then passed me to mummy who then carried me to the kitchen where she sat down at the table with me still in her arms. She turned to Charlie and said ‘Is my little baby’s brekky ready Charlie?’ ‘Two minutes madam’, he replied.
Cherie then approached mummy saying ‘would you like me to put her in her high chair?’ to which mummy said ‘No, I think my little one deserves some special attention after the last two days, I will feed her in my lap’. Cherie then went to get a bib for me and placed it about me to protect my pretty dress.
Charlie placed my breakfast and a plastic spoon on the table in front mummy who then commenced to feed me. While doing so she told Cherie to make a bottle for me with my new medicine, Cherie took one of the muscle relaxants from the packet, broke it in half then crushed it up fine to mix in with my formula.
Once I had finished my Ready Brek mummy continued nursing me in her arms while she then gave me my bottle while looking at Cherie and Charlie telling them this would soon take away all my tensions and let me relax into my new life.
After finishing my bottle mummy took me into the lounge and placed me in my playpen. Once the gate to the playpen was closed mummy then tugged it to ensure the catch was properly closed and I would be safe. In the meantime Cherie had gone to my nursery to get the bonnet that matched the dress and upon returning handed it to mummy saying ‘I thought perhaps you would like to put this on her too’.
‘What a good idea’ mummy said. ‘Then when the medicine has worked we will take some pictures of her in her first pretty dress’. Mummy came over to me and placed the bonnet on my head tying it with a large bow and carefully placing the remaining ribbon nice and prettily down the bodice of my dress. The bonnet was not the style which has a funnel type of peak, this one when in place had one that was more like a halo around the face. Looking at me once it was in place mummy just turned to Cherie and Charlie who had arrived to see and said ‘see how tiny it makes her face look; so sweet’. Both Cherie and Charlie agreed. Mummy then said she was going to fetch her digital camera.
It took about twenty minutes for the medicine to take effect and the first visible signs mummy spotted was the poor co-ordination I was showing with my arms and legs. Next she noticed I was now sitting more relaxed and not holding myself stiff anymore. When I tried to reach for or play with a toy it was noticeable that my efforts were now more baby like. Because of the bandages and mittens on my hands I was unable to grasp the bars of my playpen to try and stand, but later when I was allowed out of it mummy noticed when standing with her assistance I now stood wide legged due to the nappies and with the unsteady balance of a baby first learning to walk.
All these effects pleased her immensely as it made me appear more and more the baby she wanted. She was however impatient knowing the hormones would take a few months to seal my fate forever and give me the total baby girl look she desired.
After satisfying herself the medicine had worked she called Cherie and Charlie in to show me off, but also to take some pictures.
Altogether about twenty were taken. Some with each person holding me, then some of me sitting on a lamb’s wool rug by myself, but every one of the pictures showed my pretty panties off along with the fact I was wearing thick nappies.
The pictures were duly processed through mummy’s computer and some prints made. Cherie and Charlie each got a set and mummy said if they wanted frames she would pick some up while she was in town. Both Cherie and Charlie asked for two so they could put the picture of them holding me and also the one of me by myself.
Although this was my fourth day in nappies and dresses mummy called it day one of my new life.
I was certainly now used to nappy changes, twenty three of them in the previous two days assured that, but now I had to get used to pretty dresses with petticoats etc. Mummy had made it quite plain to Cherie when she dressed me it was to be my finest at all times unless; I was taken to my play area in the back garden. Then it would be either a sundress or a Satin Romper. But as she pointed out, that area had yet to be done and would not be so until the springtime.
It was now about eleven am and mummy said she was going into town and would be about two hours. She then asked Cherie if she would put me in my carrycot in the car as she would be taking me too.
Cherie took me to my nursery where she put a warm matinee coat and white baby tights on me followed by a harness. Then she took me to my carrycot in mummy’s car. She also placed a bag with spare nappies, panties, cream and powder on the back seat in case mummy should need them.
When we arrived in town the first stop was to see the Rev. Peterson and arrange my christening. Mummy explained everything about me and he said he would be only too happy to perform this and as it was my true christening she could choose any names for me, masculine or feminine. Mummy and he commenced to make the arrangements for the following Sunday; three days away.
He came over to my carrycot and looking in said to mummy ‘pretty little thing isn’t she, I assume the dress is one of your creations’ to which mummy replied ‘correct on both points’ and they had a chuckle.
Leaving the Vestry mummy proceeded to town where firstly she called in to H. W. Wiffs stationers and purchased the requested picture frame the on to Scoots the chemists for my nappy liners.
Once again she left me by the pharmacy counter totally exposed, as in hood down, blanket off.
This time however, due to my ‘medicine’ I appeared more baby like than ever and the ladies were cooing all over me again. Mummy was once again giving me maximum exposure.
When mummy returned to me I was crying and crying. This time not from embarrassment but from frustration at not being able to scream out I AM NOT A BABY. But i was too far down the line for that now.
Of course the fact I was crying and my little sing song voice only convinced people more I am a little baby.
I think at this point I should mention, readers may notice at time I shift from past to present text. This is purely because I am relating history and trying to bring you up to date, hence using two time definitions.
Things like my feed, clothes, pram etc were and ARE still; so belong in both parts of my new life.
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Once mummy had purchased my nappy liners and a stock of zinc and castor oil cream she placed my blanket over me followed by the carrycots apron then returned to her car.
Before putting me and my cot in the car, she opened the back door and put two stickers, one each side of the rear window. It was not until she placed me in the car and dropped the hood to my carrycot I saw what they were. She had placed ‘BABY ON BOARD’ stickers there. She got in the car herself and drove us home.
Once home, the first thing she did was to remove my dress and petticoat, then change my wet nappy, and, as it was now two thirty she decided it was nap time for me. So she dressed me in a little nightdress and my harness, took me back to the kitchen where Cherie had made a bottle for me and fed me.
Mummy asked Charlie to fetch the two packages from the car saying the picture frames they asked for are in one of them.
While mummy was feeding me Cherie asked if she had managed to arrange my christening and mummy told her it was to be held the Sunday before Christmas. Cherie looked and smiled and said ‘how sweet, a Christmas baby’.
Once I had finished my bottle, mummy replaced my dummy in my mouth and took me to my pram where she laid me down, attached the clips to my harness, covered me with a blanket and finally raised the hood to let me sleep.
Mummy returned to the kitchen to have herself a cup of tea and said to Cherie and Charlie, ‘You know that the charity dinner/dance I organise each year in aid of the children’s home is in two weeks; well, that is going to be my little Teresa May’s debut. Everybody who is anybody in this community will be there’.
As mummy always invites her managers and families, also Cheri and Charlie she said to them that she would arrange for a nanny that day so that they could have a nice time too. Cherie became quite agitated at this and said to mummy ‘I am not sure that is such a good idea madam, it could be a little stressful for Teresa and to be looked after by a stranger could be quite distressing for her’.
‘I don’t see any alternative’ mummy replied.
‘I will look after her’, Cherie replied.
‘But that will spoil your evening dear’, said mummy.
‘Not at all madam, I will love doing it and we will be certain she knows who is looking after her, after all she is going to meet an awful lot of strangers that night and one more may be just too much for her’.
‘Alright dear’, mummy said ‘If you are sure and I am sure you are right. I will try and make it up to you somehow soon’.
Charlie then muttered ‘Teresa May, a pretty name for a pretty baby’.
Both mummy and Cherie looked at him and chuckled, surprised by his statement.
After my sleep, I awoke and started crying which made mummy come in to see what was wrong, but as she came closer she just said ‘Oh poo, who has made a stinky then?’ picked me up and took me to my nursery to be cleaned and have my nappies changed.
I wasn’t crying so much because I had soiled my nappy, but because I had been unable to stop myself. From continent to incontinent in just four days was quite frightening, especially when one recalls what Dr. Stone had said to mummy about the longer I am on this diet the harder it will be to go back to solids and potty train again.
The doctor had also told mummy that the longer I was on this diet the more my tummy would shrink making solids virtually impossible for me to digest; but also I would lose some weight. ‘Nothing dangerous’ she said. Also; the Oestrogen will not only give me a softer skin texture but also round my muscle tone out making me a little chubbier and more baby like.
When mummy finished, I was wearing instead of a dress, a white satin romper of mummies design. I had two teddy bears embroidered on the bodice and little lacy edges at the leg and arm hems.
She carried me downstairs, once again going through the safety gates and put me in my playpen.
Carefully checking the gate was properly closed she put a DVD on for me to watch.
Mummy then returned to the kitchen and explained to Cherie and Charlie the outline for the next two days.
Because I had had so much stress and so many changes to my life over the last four days, the next two (Friday and Saturday) were to be quiet days. I would be in my romper suits and left in my playpen except for feeds and naps of course.
Mummy also explained it would give her chance to catch up on farm business before the weekly meeting with Ted.
Friday arrived and as promised it was a very quiet day for me other than my usual baby routines.
Saturday arrived and once again I had my dirty nappies removed and bathed. Clean nappies and panties put on but this time a dress too.
Mummy explained ‘Uncle Ted’ was coming for their weekly meeting but also his wife too, so she wanted me looking pretty.
She then took me down to the kitchen, but this time put me in my highchair, put my bib on me and fed me whilst having her own breakfast. She let Cherie give me my bottle while she finished her own breakfast.
Once I had finished my bottle, Cherie cleaned me and took me to my playpen and calling mummy asked if she should put the TV on for me. Mummy said ‘yes’ and I was then left to watch Teletubbies and such on the Cbeebies channel.
Mummy then busied herself with farm business while Cherie and Charlie went about their duties and before anyone knew it, it was ten AM and Ted arrived with his wife.
Mummy greeted them and Ted’s wife said ‘where is she, I have been longing to see her’. Mummy bought her into the lounge and to my surprise and a little horror it was Betty, the lady I worked next to in the bulb shed.
Betty looked and said ‘Awwwwww, what a pretty little thing, I knew she did not belong in that bulb shed. She belongs right where she is’. She then looked at mummy and said ‘may I hold her?’ and mummy replied ‘of course, you cared for her in the bulb shed for me’.
Picking me up from my playpen Betty just looked at me and said ‘sweetheart you are so lucky having the loving mummy you have and you are the prettiest baby girl too’.
It turned out mummy had asked Ted if Betty would do four days in the bulb shed to watch me’. Of course Ted had arranged with the shed foreman for Betty to be sat next to me. Betty had agreed but when she saw my hands on the second morning, and the fact I could not break a small chocolate bar into pieces she knew I had to be taken from there and hence I arrived at the Big House two and a half days early.
While Betty was fussing over me and playing making me giggle I realised how comfortable I now felt with her. I was no longer embarrassed.
Mummy and Ted went over all the farm details of things done, things to do etc. and when finished said to Ted ‘I want to take Teresa to church on Sunday, but, I do not want to take her in her carrycot. I would rather she be in her pram. Can you help please?’
Ted replied ‘I could use the farms mini-bus to take Betty and the two girls too which would allow me to remove the back seats to make room to carry the pram for you. BUT, he said I would advise that you take her to church in her carrycot and change her to her pram once there’.
‘Would you mind doing that?’ mummy asked. ‘Be a pleasure, I will pick the pram up Sunday on the way to church’ Ted replied.
Mummy smiled and looked at the clock; she tanked Ted for sorting the pram problem out and said it was my feed time.
Ted the surprised everyone by saying ‘Perhaps I am out of order but, it has been many years since I had a baby in my arms and gave her, her bottle. Would you allow me please?’
Mummy looking surprised too, said ‘well of course Ted if you wish’.
Taking me from Betty’s arms into his own and cradling me as he did in the bulb shed I once more felt that affection a parent gives a child and was this time comfortable. Cherie arrived with my bottle and Ted quite deftly with his little finger removed my dummy teat to replace it with the teat of my bottle. I instantly began to suc-kle feeling neither embarrassment nor humility but a strange euphoria settled about me.
Betty looked at mummy and said ‘Well Teresa has certainly taken to Ted’. And mummy explained what had happened that day in the bulb shed when I was hysterical.
Betty simply said ‘He was always good with our girls too, a natural’.
When my bottle was almost empty Ted asked for a towel and when it arrived Betty knew what would happen. Ted asked for it to be placed over his shoulder.
Once my bottle my bottle was empty he handed it to mummy then before lifting me to his shoulder gently rubbed my back for a moment.
Betty looked at mummy and said ‘watch this’.
Ted then lifted me so I was looking over his should and again gently rubbed my back and patted it. With a minute I gave a great big burp, threw up a little milk and was turned around to have my face cleaned.
Ted then replaced my dummy (which was still on his little finger) and cradled me in his arms once more. Gently rocking me I was asleep in minutes.
This six foot two inch muscular man was truly a gentle giant.
He nursed me for a few minutes longer then passed me to mummy so she could put me in my pram and strangely even when putting my harness on me I never woke up. All I knew was when I did awake I was in my pram and not Uncle Ted’s caring arms.
So, what had apparently started as a very embarrassing day actually was about the best day of my new life.
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When mummy came in to me the first thing she did was to check my nappies and true to form I was wet.
Unclipping my harness she carried me to the nursery once again where she cleaned me and once again coated my nappy area with zinc and castor oil cream and a generous coating of baby powder causing a little cloud of it to waft into the air spreading its delicate perfume around.
She replaced my nappies and plastic panties, but this time they were plain pink ones, not the rumba ones I had on before. This was because she was putting me back in to my satin romper so I could play for a little while before dinner (as in evening meal).
This time however instead of putting me in my playpen she placed me on the floor of the lounge, gave me my pink bunny rabbit while she sat in her favourite armchair and watched me (with a huge warm smile on her face) crawl around. When with the aid of the sofa I tried to stand it was a true baby attempt. My legs were all akimbo and wobbly; until I finally plopped down on to my padded bottom.
In what appeared to be no time at all, Cherie entered the room and told mummy dinner was being served. With that mummy picked me up and carried me to my highchair.
Once again Charlie had taken some vegetables, a little drop of gravy and some meat, placed them all in a blender and pureed it for me.
Cherie placed the bowl on the tray of my highchair along with a pink plastic spoon and asked mummy if she would like her to feed me while she dined.
By now the muscle relaxant (my medicine) I was being given was beginning to have full effect. Whilst feeding me Cherie noticed my mouth coordination was slow and a little erratic causing me to spill some of my food down my bib. She pointed this out to mummy who just smiled and said ‘All BABIES do that dear’. But inwardly she was pleased; yet another step towards total babyhood.
What no-one had thought about was the fact that the tongue is simply a muscle and it too had been affected, and when I went to complain about what was happening to me all that came out was baby like gibberish and with my sing song voice really sounded totally infantile. To my horror and everyone’s joy, I was unable to speak in an adult manner anymore. I simply could not get my tongue to shape words any more.
At this point I just burst out crying and refused to eat anymore of my dinner.
This naturally upset everyone and in a matter of second’s mummy had me out of my highchair and was rocking me in her arms trying to calm me and assure me everything was going to be perfectly alright and not to worry. She was going to look after me and everyone loved me. Then she looked at me and said ‘you like your Auntie Cherie and Uncle Charlie don’t you? Then there is your Uncle Ted and Aunty Molly, look at how Uncle Ted was really nice to you’.
Of course, even if I could have shaped the words I could not argue with what mummy had said to me and gradually began to calm down. Once I was settled once more Mummy replaced me in my highchair and said to me ‘now be a good girl and finish your din dins for Auntie Cherie, then mummy will give you your nice bottle’.
My mind was in turmoil at being unable to speak but I did manage to finish my dinner, albeit with a lot of it now down my bib.
Once I had finished Cherie got a damp cloth to clean my face and then sat to have her dinner.
Mummy took me from my highchair and got my bottle from the bottle warmer; she then took me into the lounge where she sat and gave me my bottle.
As I was drinking mummy then told me I should not worry about only being able to talk baby-talk because I didn’t need any more than that and people would know I was only a little baby. She told me how cute it made me and that only grown-ups needed to talk. Also she would be making ALL my decisions for me, so why did I NEED to talk anymore. She then pointed out that all I need to be able to do is giggle when I am happy and cry if I am poorly or need my nappies changing. She then pointed out that all everyone wanted was for me to be happy and have lots of smiles for everyone.
I could understand mummy’s logic but was still frightened about it.
When I had finished my bottle and before mummy replaced my dummy in my mouth she said ‘Now sweetheart, can I see one of those pretty little smiles....pretty please?’ and without any hesitation whatsoever I gave her a big smile. ‘Now isn’t that better?’ she said. She then proceeded to wind me; after which she gave me my dummy and put me in my playpen while she went to have a word with Cherie and Charlie.
Once in the kitchen she explained to Cherie and Charlie that now the muscle relaxant had worked so well the dose could be halved so as to maintain the condition but not increase it. Also that tomorrow (Sunday) was full medicine day so the Anti Androgen and Oestrogen should be added to my bottle too.
She then told Cherie about Ted collecting my pram and taking it to church so her and mummy would need to make sure everything was ready so all he had to do was collect it.
Cherie asked if she wanted a harness putting in my pram and mummy said no as I would be wearing one as I would be travelling in my carrycot. She then went on to explain that she wanted me in a thicker nappy as we could be quite a long time. Mummy suggested double soakers to which Cherie agreed.
Charlie said in a jovial manner ‘She will well bundled up’. And they all had a laugh.
Another thing mummy told them was that she expected the vicar to announce my forthcoming christening.
Cherie then asked ‘will she be in her pram during the service?’ mummy replied ‘no, I will cradle her to keep the stress down for her. A lot of things have happened to her over the last week and she must be confused so I want to keep things as easy as possible for her’. Mummy then went on to say ‘Also when we make her last bottle before she is put down tonight, add one quarter of a tablet of the sedative, this will ensure a good night’s rest for her’.
Once she had explained all the arrangements mummy returned to me in the lounge. Firstly she switched the television on, and then she opened the gate to my playpen, lifted me out and sitting down in her chair she cradled me in her arms and quietly hummed little nursery rhymes. She realised that after finding out I could no longer talk properly my stress levels must be high and I would need a lot more attention for a while at least to build my confidence and trust in everyone, especially mummy. Mummy also decided she was going to spend a lot more time forming a mother baby bond. Her thinking being that it would make me more comfortable in my new life and slip into full baby mode a lot quicker. She wanted me to be a full baby with no means of returning to an adult way of life; reminding herself of what Ted and Betty had said about me not belonging in an adult world and should be looked after and live as a little baby for all time. A thought mummy cherished.
Seven PM arrived as did Cherie with my last bottle for the day telling mummy my medicine was in the bottle too. Mummy then told Cherie I would be spending my first night in my cot so would she please ensure the baby monitor was working and clip it to the side of my cot. Mummy then settled into giving me my bottle.
After my bottle I was carried to my nursery where my nappy was changed for night time ones. Mummy also told Cherie, no harness this time I want to see if she can sleep on her back without it in her cot. So, I was laid in my cot, given my pink bunny rabbit and tucked in. Mummy raised the side to my cot and was beaming when she turned to Cherie and said ‘Isn’t she the cutest little darling. I have my way she will never grow up’.
The sedative quickly took hold and very soon I was sleeping and dreaming little baby dreams again.
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There is no part 13 just 12a.
Sunday morning arrived and mummy entered my nursery looking all nice and fresh.
‘Come along sweetheart’ she said, ‘time to get you into your Sunday finery’.
With that she dropped the side of my cot, lifted me onto the changing table and began to undress me.
First, my little nightdress and she then said ‘Phewwww!! Who is little pongy one then?’ and laughed. She then removed my plastic panties and heavily soiled and wet nappy, placed them in the awaiting nappy bin and then proceeded to fill my baby bath with warm water.
I was placed in the baby bath with mummy supporting me with a firm hand at my back. Using her other hand she gently bathed me and whilst washing my hair said ‘it is time we had this shaped properly darling’. (I hadn’t looked after it from leaving the centre to being mummy’s little baby, so it was getting long).
During my bath and hair wash mummy had only used high quality Johnson and Johnson products as always; and, as usual when I was dried I smelled baby anyway without any other products. I had been washed, bathed and shampooed in nothing else and it must now be in my skin, I had to smell of baby all the time now.
Mummy then towel dried my hair as gently as she could and while it was still damp brushed it to remove cots and tangles. Then she took it back into a ponytail.
Next, she lay me down and strapped me to my changing table. I was then treated to a whole body baby oiling and felt wonderful.
This of course was followed by my usual zinc and castor oil treatment in my nappy area, followed by a good powdering.
Next; she put the special nappy arrangement on me. The two soaker’s, mummy had decided they would be side by side. So she folded two nappies into rectangles for soakers and two into kite shapes as covers.
When these were pinned safely into place I felt as if I was doing the splits. I knew I had absolutely no chance of walking and doubted even if I would be able to crawl.
Over these she placed a clear pair of clear plastic panties, and after checking we were all tucked in safely they were followed by a pair of white knitted baby tights. Mummy then put a little baby’s vest on me, did the little buttons on the shoulder up, thus closing the round neckline and said ‘right pet, let’s get your hair dry and looking nice’.
The changing table, like my pram had a section in the base that could be raised to support me in the sitting position, Mummy raised this so she could dry and brush my hair.
Mummy then began blow drying my hair and carefully brushing it out. I felt like I was in heaven.
I think it was at this point I began to think how lucky I was and how true the words of others about coping in a grown up world were. I contentedly suc-ked on my dummy.
Mummy had finished drying my hair but was brushing and under brushing it making it all fluffy and shiny when Cherie walked into the nursery.
Cherie then asked mummy if she would like her to finish getting me ready for church while she went and had her breakfast.
Mummy thank her and explained my out for the day and reminded her that it would be the white baby harness today and could she make sure there were no little dirty spots showing. Mummy then left leaving Cherie to finish dressing me.
My ensemble for the day consisted of a three layer white organza and chiffon petticoat, a white satin dress with a deep Peter Pan style collar made with fine Nottingham lace. The cuffs of the (almost elbow length) sleeves and the hem of the skirt were also trimmed in the same style lace. Next Cherie went to one of the drawers in my wardrobe and removed a set of bootees and mittens. These too were padded white satin and again trimmed with Nottingham lace. Finally after closely checking it was spotless Cherie put my harness upon me saying with a little laugh that I looked like a little snowball.
Before taking me down for my breakfast she once again gently brushed my hair to make it look as pretty as possible as at this point I was not wearing a bonnet.
Picking me up and then negotiating all the ‘safety’ hazards she took me down to the kitchen for my breakfast; but as we passed through the door both mummy and Charlie looked and huge smiles came over their faces and all mummy could say was ‘Ohhhh yes’.
I was then placed in my highchair a bib carefully placed around my neck and over my dress, then slowly (so as to make no mess) given my breakfast.
After finishing my cereal; mummy took me from my highchair, picked up my bottle of formula and carried me into the lounge where she proceed to give me my bottle.
In the meantime Cherie and Charlie quickly cleared the pots away and then went to get changed for church.
When Cherie returned she arrived carrying the bonnet to match my ensemble. This too was in white satin but instead of a peak style mummy had trimmed the front with starched Nottingham lace to once again form a halo effect around the face. Mummy always said it made my face look more petite.
Cherie then took me from mummy which then allowed mummy to go and get ready for church.
Mummy had just finished getting ready when there was a knock at the door and in walked Uncle Ted, Aunty Molly followed closely by their twin teenage daughter Rebecca and Amanda.
Molly looked at mummy and said ‘the girls have been itching to come over and see Teresa’. Mummy just looked at them and said ‘she is in the lounge with Cherie’. Like two bullets from a high powered gun they left the kitchen and came straight to the lounge.
Once they spotted me it ‘Ohh, how pretty, she is gorgeous’. Then they were all over my dress and the rest of my outfit saying how lovely it looked, asking Cherie ‘is this one of Mrs. Inglish’s creations?’ Cherie confirmed that it was and one of the girls said ‘she is so talented’.
At this point mummy Uncle Ted and Aunty Molly entered the lounge and as soon as Aunty Molly spotted me she looked at Ted and said we have to have a picture of this, she is gorgeous.
Uncle Ted then broke the spell and said ‘right, I think it is time we got the pram in the mini-bus’. Which he and Charlie did; but not until mummy had double checked the blankets and other pram accessories for me.
Once the pram was in the bus Charlie then started the car engine and turned the heater on so as to warm the car.
Once the warm air was circulating in the car mummy carried me and put me in the carrycot ensuring my harness was properly clipped in. She then put a baby blanket over me followed by a satin quilt style cover.
Uncle Ted had already left by the time we left. He wanted to get to the church and be ready to get my prom out of the bus as soon as we arrived, but he kept the heater running to keep the pram warm.
Once we arrived at church Uncle Ted quickly took my pram from the back of the bus and passed the handles to Aunty Molly who then (followed closely by the twins) wheeled it to mummy’s car and I was quickly taken from my carrycot to my pram.
Again the procedure was, attach harness first and as it was relatively mild mummy said just the satin cover would be enough as long as the prams hood was raised.
This cheered as she knew she could swiftly fold the cover back showing everyone my outfit including the fact I was wearing thick nappies.
Of course, once again mummy had used her cunning and we arrived at the church approximately twenty earlier than usual. This would give all the ladies waiting to go in a chance to see me, and when one looks I had quite an entourage wanting to show me off, but none more than mummy.
Mummy’s ploy work brilliantly, virtually every lady came over to coo over mummy’s new baby and the wonderful clothes I was wearing.
My fate just needed one more seal to make my fate inescapable and that was not very far away.
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A few minutes before the service was due to start mummy wheeled me into church but decided to leave my pram at the rear of the church.
Passing a pram blanket to Cherie she said to her ‘look after this dear, churches never are over warm so we may need it’. Mummy had decided to nurse me through the service.
Being a regular at the church mummy usually got a front pew.
As the vicar entered and the service was about to begin he looked around and said to the congregation ‘Ladies and gentlemen I wish to take this opportunity to welcome our newest member of the congregation; young Teresa May Inglish whom I will have the pleasure in welcoming her to Gods flock when I christen her on December twenty third here in this church.
He then proceeded to carry out the service.
I think at this point the vicar had delivered the final seal to my fate; I would always be a baby girl to everyone now no matter what happened.
Despite wetting and soiling my nappy during the service I refused to cry and draw more attention to myself. However mummy knew what had happened and to stop me getting cold because of it she took the blanket from Cherie and wrapped me in it.
Fortunately it happened near the end of the service.
When the service was over and mummy was putting me back in my pram she left me wrapped in my blanket and then placed the satin cover over me because the weather had deteriorated and it was bitter cold outside, she also decided to put the all weather cover on after raising the front of the prams apron in front of the hood.
It was at this time Aunty Molly came over and invited everyone to Sunday lunch.
Mummy accepted but said we would have to call home to change me and get some spare nappies, but Aunty Molly said ‘not to bother as everything had been sorted at their home’.
While mummy and Cherie fussed over me to ensure I remained warm, Charlie and Uncle Ted went to the vehicles to start the engines and warm them up.
When mummy was about to leave church to go to the car several people came across to chat to her but mummy politely said she could not stop due to the cold weather and she would see them another time. I think also she was keen to get my nappies changed.
Despite a few minor delays (people wanting to chat) we made it back to the car and I was quickly taken from my pram and put into my carrycot in the car. My harness was clipped in and another blanket placed over me.
While Mummy and Cherie was attending to me, Charlie and Uncle Ted put my pram back in the minibus for the journey to their place. As Charlie got in to the car to drive home mummy told him of the change of plans and to drive to Ted and Molly’s home instead.
Then looking at Charlie and Cherie she pointed out that as they usually go out on a Sunday they could take the car after lunch and mummy would then get Uncle Ted to bring us home.
Upon arrival at their home Aunty Molly quickly got out of the mini bus and opened the house door and as soon as mummy had me out of my carrycot Aunty Molly quickly ushered us indoors where it was warm. Uncle Ted in the meantime had decided it would be best to place my pram in their hallway to keep it warm and dry, so he and Charlie took it from the mini bus and placed it indoors.
Meanwhile indoors Aunty Molly showed Cherie where she could prepare a bottle for me saying ‘there is plenty of milk in the fridge but I do not have any formula’. Cherie then told her that she had two bottles already mixed and would last me until lunchtime and she would ask Charlie to fetch my formula and the honey from home for my lunchtime and afternoon bottles.
Aunty Molly then pointed out that she had found the twins old electric bottle warmer and it would only take about two minutes to warm my bottles.
From there she returned to mummy and showed her a room in which she could change my nappies.
Mummy took one step inside the room and was amazed to see it was a full girl’s nursery. Looking at Aunty Molly with a puzzled look on her face; mummy was about to ask a question when Aunty Molly said ‘It was the twins nursery and I never had the heart to take it apart after they grew up. Also the nappies over there dear are all washed dried and aired ready for use’.
Looking about mummy said ‘it must have been a squeeze getting both girls in one highchair ‘and laughed. Aunty Molly pointed out the second one was in the dining room waiting for me.
Taking me over to the changing table to change my nappies, mummy also noticed it had zinc and castor oil cream and baby powder, also a packet of baby wipes.
Enquiring about the zinc and castor oil cream Aunty Molly simply said ‘I used it for the twins and assumed you would be using it for Teresa too’.
With that mummy prepared my clean nappies and changed me.
Once I had clean nappies on and was redressed Aunty Molly said for us to go to the lounge.
Once in there yet another surprise awaited us, there on the floor was a playpen with cuddly toys in it.
Aunty Molly simply said ‘It was in the nursery and the twins supplied the toys’.
Mummy looked and smiled and thanked everyone for their efforts.
Mummy sat down but kept me in her lap for the time being as my bottle was due to arrive soon. While waiting though she did remove my harness.
The twins in the meantime had knelt in front of mummy and were fussing over me and making me giggle.
They looked at mummy and said ‘can we take Teresa for walks in her pram when the weather is fine please Aunty Carol?’
Mummy told them of course they could and laughing said ‘you will have to change her nappies too if she needs them changing’.
Both girls looked and said ‘of course’.
At this point Cherie arrived and handed mummy my bottle. The twins sat down beside mummy with a longing look in their eyes and mummy look at Rebecca and said ‘would you like to give Teresa this bottle dear?’ at which she jumped at the opportunity.
Amanda however didn’t look so pleased until mummy said ‘Teresa is having two bottles dear, you can feed her the next one’. The smile on her face said everything.
And, so it was I was laid in Rebecca’s lap and she fed me my first bottle. This was followed by Amanda feeding me my second one.
Mummy then took me from the girls and showed them how to wind me so they would know in future what to do.
A little rubbing and gentle patting on my back produced the necessary result and everyone laughed at how loud it was. Mummy then showed the girls why it is necessary to have a towel or similar on their shoulder when doing it. I had regurgitated some excess milk.
After cleaning around my mouth the girls asked if I could sit on the floor with them so they could play with me. Mummy told them it was fine but not to bounce me about so shortly after my bottles.
One of the twins asked if they could remove my mittens so I could hold things better but they were told I had poorly hands and they had to remain on.
So, the twins and I sat on the floor and the girls began playing with soft toys with me. To start with I was slow and reluctant, but after a short while I decided to join in and actually began to enjoy myself. Soon after I was laughing and giggling in my little sing song voice to every ones delight.
Charlie eventually arrived back with a tin of powdered milk and a jar of runny honey which he passed to Cherie. He also mentioned it was beginning to snow.
Uncle Ted walked in to the lounge and asked everyone if they would like a drink. Mummy, Aunty Molly and Cherie accepted a Sherry each while the twins were given a small glass of red wine; but when Charlie was asked he declined saying he wanted a clear head if the snow began to settle. He did however accept a glass of orange juice.
Aunty Molly looked at Uncle Ted and told him he doesn’t want much if he was driving us home. He said ‘I know dear’ and made himself a glass of Shandy.
A little while later Aunty Molly stood up saying it was time to check the roast and start preparing lunch.
Almost in unison Cherie and Charlie asked if they could help to which Aunty Molly told them no, it is your day off. However there was no argument when mummy followed her into the kitchen.
Charlie made a little quip about no one arguing with the boss lady.
After preparing and cooking the vegetables, making the gravy etc mummy called Charlie in and said ‘you are the expert at preparing Teresa’s meals, would you do the honours please?’ He then took a little of each vegetable; a thin slice of meat, a spoon of gravy and put it all through a blender thus making a nice smooth puree and then put it in a bowl (again from the twins nursery; this one was a Barbie bowl) and placed it on a cool surface saying all it would need if it was cold is twenty seconds in a microwave.
He then returned to the lounge.
Molly looked at mummy and said ‘he is a very handy person to have around’ at which both had a chuckle.
Lunch was eventually served and when mummy was about to sit in the chair next to my highchair Aunty Molly said ‘wrong chair Carol, this one is yours’. At which mummy said ‘I will need to feed Teresa’. Aunty Molly replied ‘THAT is my pleasure today; you sit and enjoy your lunch’.
T he twins were quick off the mark and said almost together ‘can we feed her, her bottles?’ To which mummy replied ‘Teresa only has one bottle after a meal’. And Uncle Ted quickly leapt in and said ‘AND THAT IS MY PLEASURE’. Everyone burst out laughing.
And so it was, after a fine lunch enjoyed by all. Everyone except mummy, Aunty Molly and Cherie were shooed from the kitchen and Cherie was asked to do my bottle then she was to scoot too.
As was agreed with mummy they took the car and did their own afternoon thing.
Uncle Ted lifted me from the highchair and asked Cherie to bring the bottle in the lounge.
Once again I was in those massive but gentle arms. Once again I was cradled in the arms of the first person that had cradled me upon my arrival at the farm.
He did not walk me or rock me as he did not want me to sleep before my bottle, but I could very happily have gone to sleep.
Cherie arrived with my bottle and Uncle Ted never even took a seat to feed me. He just looked at the twins and said ‘remember me doing for you girls?’ At which they shook their heads, in a no. He then told them they should as it was the way he always fed them.
When I finished my bottle he told one of the twins to fetch him a towel and place it over his shoulder and in the meanwhile he gently rubbed my back as he did before. Then lifted me to face over his should gently patted my back until I let out another mighty burp. Even mummy and Aunty Molly in kitchen heard me and laughed.
Wiping away what I have burped up from my face, Uncle Ted then cradled me in his arms once again and began to gently rock me while humming a lullaby he used to hum for the twins.
Aunty Molly looked at mummy in the kitchen and said ‘I think little Teresa will so be sound asleep’ and she was not wrong. Within a moment I was fast asleep. Uncle Ted carried me to the nursery and placed me in one of the two cots that were in the room and covered me with a blanket. Then after drawing the curtains to reduce the light, quietly drew the door almost closed and left me to sleep.
Uncle Ted then went into the kitchen and told mummy I was sleeping and that I was in the nursery.
Mummy looked at both of them and said ‘you have all gone to so much trouble I don’t really know what to say but thank you’.
They just smiled back and Uncle Ted replied ‘it is wonderful to have a baby in the house again, even if only for a few hours’.
Mummy then looked in on me and when she returned to the kitchen said to Aunty Molly ‘Phew!! I think someone will need a change when she wakes’. Then went on to asked Aunty Molly if she had a plastic bag she could have to take the dirty nappies home in. Aunty Molly replied ‘don’t be silly, I am doing a wash tomorrow I will put them through’. Mummy just said that that was very good of her.
Approximately ninety minutes later I awoke to the feel of a cold and clammy nappy and despite the short period I had lived this way I was able to cry on demand and cry to demand attention. So, in a matter of seconds I was crying my little heart out. Mummy came into the nursery swiftly followed by the twins and I was lifted from the cot to the changing table.
My dirty nappies were removed. At this point the twins noticed I was different to them in the groin area to them and soon asked mummy why. Thinking quickly mummy said I had been born with the genitals of both male and female, but the male side had not developed properly and technically I was a little girl (If only she knew how close to the truth she was).
The twins then went Awwww, poor thing it must be awful for her.
Soon my nappy was changed and mummy took me through to the lounge and placed me on the floor. Seconds later the girls arrived carrying some dolls and cuddly toys saying to mummy ‘we would like to let Teresa have these if we may Aunty Carol’.
Aunty Molly looked and said ‘but some of those are your special dolls and teddy’s girl’s’. Amanda then replied ‘but mummy, Teresa is very special too and we would like her to have them’.
This bought a tear to more than one set of eye’s and mummy thanked them very much knowing exactly what they meant.
Uncle Ted looked at mummy and Aunty Molly and said ‘these daughters of ours are wiser than they look’.
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Once lunch was finished the afternoon seemed to fly by and soon it was getting dark. Uncle Ted also pointed out the snow was beginning to fall quite heavy and was settling. Mummy suggested it was time to go home.
Uncle Ted agreed and said give me a few minutes to warm the bus and disappeared.
Once the bus was warm Mummy put my harness and bonnet on me and then placed me in my pram putting two blankets and the pram quilt over me thus ensuring I would be warm.
My pram along with me inside was then loaded and safely fastened into the back of the bus and the doors quickly closed. Then we were on our way home.
Uncle Ted drove slower than usual saying the snow could be icy underneath, but also as it was now snowing quite heavily the bus screen wipers were struggling to keep the screen clear.
What should have been a twenty minute journey took almost forty five minutes but we did arrive home safely.
To Mummy’s surprise there was lights on in the house, but before she could comment on this Cherie was at the door holding an umbrella which she bought over to the bus and covered mummy. Cherie was quickly followed by Charlie who gave Uncle Ted a helping hand with my pram.
However instead of putting it down they carried it into the kitchen saying it would save any puddles.
Uncle Ted was offered a cup of tea, saying ‘no thank you, as the weather was bad he would rather get back home’.
With that he left telling Mummy he would see her in the morning as usual.
As Mummy was God Mother to Uncle Ted and Aunty Molly’s twins I noticed when they were together socially it was all Christian names but during working hours it was strictly Ms Inglish or Madam and Uncle Ted would have it no other way especially in front of other workers.
What I did not know was that Mummy has already chosen my two sets of Godparents. It was to be Aunty Molly and Uncle Ted, then Cherie and Charlie.
It would be only about two minutes after Uncle Ted had left for home that Mummy took me from my pram to the nursery for a nappy change.
However, she was so impressed by the effect of the double soaker she wanted me to remain in them; but, she was not happy how they moved against each other, became ruckled and made the panties look untidy and wrinkly.
After a few minutes thought she came up with the idea of not doing the last long fold in the soaker which while doubling the thickness actually halved the width.
Mummy decided to forget the last fold therefore leaving the soaker wider and now instead of putting the two soakers side by side she placed one on top of the other, thus attaining the desired width and thickness.
When she replaced my panties she was really pleased with the thickness of my nappies, thus padding the panties out to best effect, but also how smooth my nappies and panties looked. She decided there and then that is how my nappies would be in future.
Mummy called Cherie to the nursery and asked her opinion about the look of my nappies and panties and Cherie said they looked wonderful. She also pointed out how they spread my legs and gave a truly little baby look.
Mummy explained to Cherie how she had achieved it and said ‘Teresa doesn’t need to walk, only crawl, so this is Teresa’s future look’. They then spent a few minutes looking at the new pretty look at me and my panties. All I could do was lay upon my changing table and wait.
For me, the new nappy regime felt like having a really thick cushion between my legs and covering my bottom. All I knew of the front was if I touched myself there I was sexless; the nappy was too thick to allow me to even feel my cloth entrapped pen-is. I even had trouble when only wearing normal male underpants to feel it, but now it seemed everything was a mile away. I wondered what the next change would be.....two nappies and three soakers, stop me crawling too. But whatever was in store for me I knew I was now helpless to stop it.
Despite my helplessness I was really beginning to settle down and feel not only secure, but loved and happiness was creeping in too. The day with the twins was real fun and I could feel love and affection coming to me from lots and lots of different people.
Perhaps it was something I craved for as I had had so little in my childhood, I do not know, but I was really beginning to enjoy life.
A fleeting thought passed through my mind which was, it is a pity it has to be in nappies and baby dresses, but I was even beginning to enjoy that too. I had never before had such lovely clothes, and certainly not as many. I never even realised before how nice clothes could feel. All my previous clothes had been coarse and rough. These were soft and silky and smelled nice too.
I think I was beginning to realise how lucky I am to be here and perhaps Uncle Ted was right when he said I should never be part of the grown-ups world.
I was suddenly woken from my daydream when Mummy picked me up from my changing table and carried me downstairs to the lounge and put me in my playpen with the new dollies and teddies Rebecca and Amanda had given me.
It was sitting in my playpen I became fully aware of the bulk on my new nappy regime, my legs, even sitting now had that tiny baby spread to them.
Mummy was sat on the sofa watching television when Cherie opened the door and asked Mummy if she would like a cup of tea. Mummy told her yes and that she would like a chat with her and Charlie.
A few minutes later Cherie entered carrying a tea tray and was followed by Charlie.
After Cherie had poured three cups of tea Mummy explained how she now wanted things to be in the household.
She told Cherie and Charlie that although they would still have their duties that because there was now a baby girl in the house she wanted everyone to act more like family especially as they were going to be my Godparents.
She went on further to say, the yes madam etc. had to stop and it would be Christian names in future.
Charlie said ‘is that wise madam, after all however you look at it we are still staff’.
Mummy went on to explain that Dr. Stone had explained the longer I am kept as a baby girl the more I will accept it and regress to one.
As a result she pointed out; I want Teresa to know she is safe with all of us and that we are one big happy family.
Mummy then went on to say ‘have you not noticed how she no longer fights us, how easily she now feeds and uses her nappies as she should. You should have seen her at Ted and Betty’s today when the twins were playing with her, she was happy and giggling and accepted the dolls the twins offered without a moment’s hesitation. She is accepting her new life and I want to keep it like that’.
And so it was agreed, titles would be dropped and we became a happy little family all centred around me.
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All too soon the remainder of the afternoon passed and my bedtime arrived.
After checking my nappies were still dry Mummy fed me my bottle. She then said told Cherie that because it had been a busy day for me and with my new nappy routine she was going to put me in my bassinette instead of my cot just in case I do not settle properly.
Cherie then asked if mummy wanted my harness to which mummy replied ‘no, I want to see if she can sleep in her bassinette without her harness.’
As Mummy laid me in my bassinette I remember looking at her face framed by the lace surround of the hood of my bassinette. It made her look so angelic and even when she moved and I could see a little of the room it too was still swathed in a soft lace surrounded world.
With Mummy gently rocking me and humming soft lullabies I was soon asleep and dreaming of the fun day I had had.
When morning arrived mummy took me to my nursery where she stripped me, bathed me and dressed me. When she bathed and treated my hands she noticed quite an improvement in them and quietly said to herself ‘I think we will keep the dressing on for a long time yet sweetheart, no need to rush you.’ She obviously wanted my hands dressed and effectively useless until I was one hundred percent into baby. She had made her mind up on that and the only exception may be Christmas to allow me to open my presents.
She chose a little powder blue gingham pattern dress with Broderie Anglaise Peter Pan style collar with white knitted bootees, mittens and bonnet.
Once in the kitchen and me placed in my highchair, Cherie passed my breakfast to mummy and said my medication was sorted and ready. Mummy said to her ‘I think we will forget the muscle relaxant for a while, I do not think Teresa is going to be leaping up and running about, especially with those nappies on’. This bought a gentle round of laughter from all.
With breakfast finished mummy placed me in my playpen, switched on the TV for me; then taking one look out of the window saw that the weather had worsened overnight and was about to pick up the telephone to ring Uncle Ted and tell him not to bother coming over for the usual Monday meeting when there was a knock at the door and in he walked quickly followed by Amanda and Rebecca.
The twins were each carrying a bundle and quickly asked if they could go through to Teresa, to which mummy said they could and they could take me from my playpen if they wanted to but to be careful about the fireplace which by now had a blazing log fire burning in it.
While Uncle Ted was explaining to mummy that the weather had all but stopped all farm work and the livestock had been moved to more sheltered fields the twins came in to see me.
Firstly they helped me from my playpen and noticing how bulky my nappies were now simply looked at each other and Amanda said ‘I think Auntie Carol wants Teresa to last all day’ and they both giggled.
Next with their help I waddled to a clear spot away from my playpen where the twins sat me on the floor and grabbed the packages they had bought with them.
Next, it appeared to be a race between them as to who could get their package opened first until a voice from the door told them to calm down. It was Uncle Ted.
Mummy looked at him a little puzzled and he told her that after we had left the previous afternoon the twins had sorted through their old baby toys which had been stored away in boxes and their dolls to select some for me. ‘Not only that’ he said ‘but they checked everyone was in good condition, then washed them before agreeing they would be fine for Teresa’.
Mummy looked and smiled at me knowing all this was confirming my status as a little baby girl and further sealing my fate.
Although it had only been one week since I started my new life, it was amazing how far I had slipped into it and adapted.
I was happily using my nappies all the time now (not that I had a choice) but it was not worrying me anymore. I even had crying for a change of nappies and when I was hungry sorted to a fine art.
Also, I was happy playing with the toys I had (again no choice) and loved all the fuss and attention I was receiving; especially now that the twins were coming to play with me.
The drawback of course was I was allowed no personal life; could not go out when and where I wanted to. It was now all supervised all day every day. To all and sundry I AM a little baby girl.
But, being of my physique one has to ask where I would be otherwise: out in the cold struggling; whereas now I had a lovely home, pretty clothes, warm, well fed and a loving family. I do not really think there is a lot of choice. I did however have a deep thought chuckle to myself thinking if I tried to go to the cinema dressed as I am I may get in for half price but to Disney films only <lol>.
When the twins showed me the toys they had bought for me, there were baby rattles of course which they tried to encourage me to play with; but also some Fisher Price toys, some that needed batteries and made farmyard animal sounds and of course every baby girls necessity, a selection of dollies and cuddly toys.
To me this was like my first Christmas, I had never had so many gifts, albeit baby toys but they now meant the world to me. They were mine and for once in my life I actually owned something.
I started crying because I was so happy and the twins thought they had upset me and called mummy. When she arrived she just told the twins perhaps I was hungry or a little tired but to wait where they were.
She returned five minutes later with two bottles of formula and handing one to each of the twins said to feed me.
Mummy knew of course why I was crying, my tears were tears of happiness and joy.
The twins then took turns in feeding me my bottles and winding me, having a good laugh when I burped.
Naturally it wasn’t long after my bottles that things erupted and I needed a rather quick nappy change.
Mummy then asked the twins if they wanted to do it. Their reply was ‘can we watch you this time please Auntie and do it the next time; and, so it was mummy showed the twins the correct way to change my nappies. Mummy even had them practising how to fold my nappies properly.
The girls were excited saying that when they took me for walks now they could change me properly.
By this time it was lunchtime and I was taken to my highchair in the kitchen area. Mummy put me in my chair, fastened my safety straps then put the tray down fastening it into place. Lastly she put my bib on me.
Charlie had prepared my meal as usual, a selection of vegetables, a little meat and gravy, and then pureed it. Also this time he had prepared a small semolina pudding for me.
The twins of course began to squabble again as to who was going to feed me when Cherie said to them to sit and have their own lunches and that she would feed me.
Once lunch was over mummy took me from my highchair and asked Cherie to bring a bottle of warm milk through to the lounge.
As always my bottle was sweetened with honey.
The twins were hot on mummy’s heels vying to be first to give me my bottle, but mummy told them she would be giving me this one.
Both gave big sigh of sadness but sat in front of mummy and carefully watched how mummy cradled me in her arms while she fed me my bottle, then, how she placed a towel over her shoulder and how she placed me to wind me properly.
I was getting so much fuss and attention this day that I became quite excited and sadly for mummy she needed more than a towel. With the excitement and my dinner I was quite sick.
Mummy called Cherie and asked her to take me from so she could get cleaned up and also to take me to my nursery to clean me up too.
The twins of course followed Cherie and watched every movement and act Cherie performed.
By the time Cherie had finished with me and with all that had happened after my meal the twins appeared more determined than ever to show mummy at least they were able to look after me for taking me for walks and babysitting.
Soon after this Uncle Ted returned and told the twins it was time to go home and they dashed up to him and began telling him all they had learned about looking after babies this day. They told him all about feeding, winding and of course how to prepare and change nappies.
He looked first to the twins, then to mummy and said ‘amazing how quickly they grow up. Doesn’t seem that long ago we were changing their nappies and now they are talking of changing them’.
They each had a chuckle.
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The bad weather lasted about four weeks and sadly Mummy’s charity dinner had to be cancelled. However the people that were going to attend still made their donations so that the children would get their presents.
It was whilst she was in town doing the toy shopping that she got news of a rumour that had been spread about me being some kind of freak or something and that I was not really a baby girl at all.
This upset mummy greatly as the story could only have begun from information leaked from the children’s home and that upset quickly turned to anger.
She personally went to the centre to demand to know who had leaked the information and tell them if this is how they respect privacy then she would not be having anymore dealings with them.
The person responsible was eventually found and fired from their position; but as mummy said ‘it did not resolve the problem’.
After a great deal of thought she suddenly came upon the idea of telling the truth about me and rang Greg, her friend who just happened to own and edit the local newspaper and the County Magazine.
She explained the situation to him and he said he had heard this rumour but had thought there was no truth in it but he would come to the house himself and bring a photographer along and do the correct version of the story.
It was two days before Greg and his photographer arrived and was welcomed in by mummy.
Mummy of course knew they were coming and had me dressed in one of my prettiest dresses and accessories. It was white with salmon pink lace trim as were the accessories and of course with my new nappy routine it ensured the rumba panties were well visible. Although at the time I was not wearing my baby bonnet, mummy had it readily available to put on me for any pictures.
When they all came into the lounge where I was I was cuddling my favourite teddy watching Teletubbies on TV.
As soon as they walked in the lounge Greg looked down at me and said what insanity says this sweet thing is anything but a baby girl.
They then sat down sipping their coffees and mummy began to tell Greg ALL the details about me. He responded with his idea for the stories.
Mummy looked a little surprised as she repeated ‘stories?’ as a question.
Greg replied ‘yes, if this goes as I think it will make a great story of interest in both the local and county publications.
He then proceeded to outline his ideas for the story.
His main story would tell everything but not mention my sex at all and let the pictures do that. That way he said with two or three portrait style pictures people will only be able to form one opinion, it is a little girl. Also he said for the headline he would like to use ‘The Baby That Can Never Grow Up’ and play on the sympathies of people. He said ‘It never fails and certainly will not with this story’.
Mummy thought this was a brilliant way to go and thanked Greg not only for his time and ideas but she also knew she could trust him implicitly to tell only the truth (although perhaps a little shaded).
The first publishing of the story was in the local press and it certainly did work. Not only did it stop the gossip mongers in their tracks but as Greg had predicted peoples sympathies reached out and I became quite the local celebrity.
Greg also reported record sales of the paper for that week also.
When the story was released in the county magazine things just seemed to explode with Greg getting a mass of telephone calls from the national press asking for the rights to do a series of follow up stories. Greg pointed out to them that mummy had already made it plain there would be NO follow ups.
This however did not stop hopeful reporters trying to get any information they could no matter how distorted. The local people were wary and told only the story they had read. Even the town gossips had effectively been silenced and for the National papers the incident soon passed and our lives returned to as normal as it was. The only difference now of course was that to everyone in the whole county at least I was the Baby That Could Never Grow Up and as far as mummy was concerned my fate was now completely sealed. I was perhaps the most famous ‘Baby’ in the whole county now.
My story and pictures were known to everyone and I think if I even tried to walk around the farmyard I would be picked up and taken back home.
The thought of getting my male clothes was a no-no; it appears they disappeared a few hours after my first nappy and baby clothes were put upon me.
Things did quieten down again, but when mummy took me to town people would stop to chat and say how sad it was in a way that I could never grow up, but mummy would reply ‘how many mothers have said I wish my baby would never grow up? Well; I have been blessed with such a baby’. The conversation would then pass to how pretty I looked and how happy I appeared to be. The fact is my clothes are pretty, mummy makes them and by this time I was settling to the fact and was happy.
It had actually been about three weeks since mummy had been able to take me to town. But as the weather calmed so Uncle Ted got the new converted bus and took us in.
This of course was when mummy met with all the people but her main concerns were to go see the vicar to confirm everything was fine for my Christening, then she had some shopping to do.
One store we went into, and after Mummy had removed the storm cover from my pram I could see babies and children’s toys on shelves, but could not see or hear what mummy was doing.
Actually she was ordering some of my Christmas presents and ensuring they would be delivered in time for Christmas Day. She was intent upon this being my happiest Christmas ever and thus ensure I DID NOT wish to return to my old self. She was determined I would be happy with my new life.
We visited several more shops and every time we entered it was the same. The shop assistant would come over and go ‘Ahhhhhh!! Here she is’ and mummy would have to spend another five minutes smiling and explaining.
Of course one of the stores we had to visit was Scoots the chemists and as before mummy made sure I was visible by half lowering the hood to my pram and stretching the little rattles on elastic across the hood for me to play with while she went and purchased several items she thought I needed. Items such as: Zinc and Castor oil cream and nappy liners for starters. She also got a supply of baby soap, powder, oil and shampoo, followed by six tins of formula.
When she finally returned to me, one lady had spotted mummies purchases never had disposable nappies among them and she commented about it. Mummy then told her she likes to keep me in Terry nappies and the old lady smiled a broad smile and simply said ‘Pity a lot more mothers don’t use them; I think they are much better for baby’. Of course mummy agreed totally.
Mummy checked her purchases with the cashier and then we had to wait a few minutes for Uncle Ted to arrive to carry some of the things for mummy.
Mummy was not displeased with the wait as it meant more time in the limelight for me, and of course she really enjoyed chatting to the other ladies about me.
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After we arrived home mummy went straight into the kitchen to see Cherie and with a big beaming smile said, ‘Cherie dear’ I have just taken my little baby out in her pram for the first time’.
Cherie replied, ‘I bet she turned many heads too’ and laughed a little.
In the meantime Uncle Ted and Charlie had carried my pram with me still in it into the house.
Charlie looked at Uncle Ted and said ‘what is so special about taking a baby out in her pram: what is wrong with the carrycot? Uncle Ted looked at Charlie and said ‘obviously you have not had a wife and children; to them what their baby is dressed like and all their ensemble is a public showing of their baby and I am afraid with Carol it simply cannot be less than the best for her baby as with any mother’.
Charlie looked at Uncle Ted and remarked ‘sounds like babies are an expensive little bundle’ and laughed. Uncle Ted replied saying ‘yes, they are and Carol has a lifetime with her little bundle, but they bring an awful lot of pleasure and happiness, something Carol missed out on keeping the likes of you and me in work, it is her turn now’.
Of course laying in my pram next to them I heard everything they said and even had a little cry to myself and decided then not to fight this (as if that were possible) but I was going to be a good baby for her (like it or not physically I was never going to change) and when the time came would show her dresses off to the best of my ability.
My main problem was of course mannerisms, I had no real guide for those and cartoons on TV were certainly no help. My memories of such things were almost nonexistent. What was I to do? Every time we went out I was either in my pram or carrycot and harnessed in so I was unable to see other babies to watch them for answers.
The true answer was not to come until springtime and when the twins would take me to the local park that had an enclosed area for babies and very young toddlers. Until then all I could do was try and act non-adult.
All this appeared to take many minutes but was only half a minute perhaps before mummy came to take me from my pram and put me in my highchair; Cherie then gave me a bottle of nice warm formula.
Once I had finished my bottle mummy looked at me and said ‘enough excitement for you for one day young lady, time for a little nap’. So I was taken from my highchair, carried to my nursery where mummy removed my dress and petticoats before laying me on the changing table. She then removed my rumba panties and soiled nappy. Then removing the safety strap she sat me in the bubble bath she had prepared. Even the bubbles smelled of baby powder. My now softened skin oozed the odour of baby.
Once I was clean again, mummy gently patted me dry and I laughed and giggled as she gently tickled me.
I saw a smile of love, happiness and satisfaction pass across her face as she realised she had won and I was now her baby daughter.
Once she had creamed and powdered my nappy area; she then put me in my nappies; followed by my nightdress, bootees and mittens; then finally my little knitted bonnet.
This time when she placed me in my cot it was once again without my harness; but quietly knowing I would be there when she returned after my nap and at least with a wet nappy.
My little dreams now consisted mainly of cuddly toys, bottles of formula and nice clean fluffy nappies. All the things a baby would dream of in the simple and uncomplicated world they live in. To me these dreams were all that I wished; peace, security and love. I no longer had any desire to return to the nasty adult world; but how could I let mummy know, my tongue would not do as I tried to tell it to do.
After the shopping trip things returned pretty much to normal except Cherie appeared to be caring for me more than mummy who disappeared for many hours a day.
I was worried she no longer loved me and began to fret and cry more than usual and Cherie sometimes had to disturb mummy from what she was doing.
What I did not know was mummy was making my christening dress and shawl. Of course the dress had to have marching accessories but this time without the rumba panties. This being on account the dress itself was full length and the panties would not be seen.
However she did make a pair of white nylon covered plastic panties anyway.
It took mummy three days to make the dress and accessories, but after that she spent a lot of time with me. Also Uncle Ted bought the twins around, so after my little panic I returned to my happy self.
As Christmas approached so things became very busy for mummy and Uncle Ted.
There was the distribution of the turkeys and bottles of drink to all the permanent staff. The ordering of all the food Charlie wanted for Christmas Day and the huge gathering due on Boxing Day.
Mummy arranged all the outside staff to do the cooking, serving and all the preparations for Boxing Day as she insisted Cherie and Charlie have their time off too.
All this time I would be playing with my toys, watching my special television programmes or the twins would come and we would play.
It seemed that almost every time they visited they would have found a new toy for me and would take extra time showing me how to play with it; especially the battery operated ones.
I deliberately played clumsy learning to play these games as it pleased not only the twins, but also mummy and I was hoping it would make her happy thinking I was happy now being her little baby. This was all part of my new learning and unlearning curve.
As the days passed and Christmas approached, I saw the house being decorated; a tree was even bought into the lounge and decorated with baubles and pretty lights.
Mummy was getting a lot more visitors than usual and many of them bought brightly wrapped parcels with them.
They would stay for a little while, but always insisted upon coming to see me.
It was during this time and while the weather was settled that mummy decided it was time for my next visit to Dr. Stone for my boosters and a general check over.
When we arrived at her surgery we were shown in and I was promptly given two booster injections for whatever they were; but; Dr. Stone then said to Mummy I want Teresa to go to County hospital for some test. This immediately threw mummy into a panic and it took Dr. Stone a few moments to calm her.
She told mummy that there was nothing wrong with me but she was confused about my genital area and wanted x-rays and ultra sound scans done.
When mummy asked why Dr. Stone just said ‘humour me for now, but the outcome may be just what you want’.
Mummy just looked at her and asked her to promise it was nothing life threatening or even serious. Dr. Stone assured mummy all was well but may soon be happier.
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Mummy agreed to Dr. Stone’s request but told her to arrange nothing until well after the festivities and a big improvement in the weather.
Dr. Stone agreed saying it would probably take about three months to organise anyway as it was a non urgent case as I had already lived with this situation for sixteen years.
The doctor then proceeded to remove the bandages from my hands and examine them. She was pleased with what she saw and told Mummy another two weeks and my hands should be healed completely, then proceeded to redress them.
After leaving Dr. Stones surgery Mummy had a little shopping to do. We went to Scoots for some personal items for herself and some items for me. Then on to the greengrocer to order vegetables etc. etc. then home. Mummy was concerned it was time for a nappy change and bottle.
When we arrived home Mommy was pleased to see the Christmas tree for the front garden had not only arrived but Uncle Ted had arranged for it to be in place.
Once indoors Mommy found Uncle Ted was waiting to see her and also the twins were waiting for me.
Uncle Ted wanted to sort out everything for the Christmas festivities, Mummy on the other hand asked him if it could wait a little while; while she changed me.
Uncle Ted wanted to get on and knew the change would take a while and also the business in hand. But, the twins said almost in unison ‘We can change Teresa for you Auntie Carol’. Mummy thought for a moment and asked Cherie to go with them and watch them. So it was decided Cherie would carry me to my nursery and supervise the twins as they changed my nappies.
The twins got a little more than they expected because my nappy wasn’t jut wet it was somewhat smelly too and made them hold their noses a few times. Cherie laughed at this and told them they would need to get used to it if they wanted to change me again as soiled nappies are a regular occurrence.
All credit to the twins they managed very successfully to remove my dirty nappies, clean me and powder me then put my nappies on. Cherie did however have to show them how to do the nappies correctly as the twins had left them too loose. Rebecca simply replied ‘we didn’t want to make it too tight and hurt her’.
Amanda then looked at Cherie and asked ‘is it true what they printed in the paper about Teresa and the fact she can never grow up?’ Cherie told them it was true and the twins said ‘it must be awful to be a baby for always’. Cherie looked at me and how I was suc-king on my dummy and said to the twins ‘I don’t know, this one appears happy and contented. There was a lot of truth in what she said too, I was becoming very happy with my new life.
I reality I don’t think I had a lot of choice anyway; I was now dependent upon my nappies and people caring for me. I was always fed, kept clean and in the prettiest of clothes and still felt that love and affection. I loved the way I now smelled and looked.
At first it was mind bendingly boring but as time progressed I actually got used to the routine and the twins encouraged me with my toys and so I settled down to my new life.
The next few days were really hectic. Uncle Ted was at the livestock farm helping to pluck and clean the staff’s turkeys. Mummy was on to the suppliers ensuring all deliveries would be on time and thus enable everything happened smoothly over the holidays. The twins who were now on Christmas holidays spent a lot of time with me for whom Mummy was pleased as it meant she could carry on doing her things and knowing I was not alone.
Also after having been shown by Cherie the twins were excited when they found they could cradle me in their arms and lap and feed me my bottles just like a real baby. Of course I was by now very proficient at bottle feeding.
With all the activities going on time seemed to pass very quickly and before anyone realised it; it was the Sunday of my christening.
Wake up this morning was very early as everyone had a lot to do to get me ready, and then get ready themselves. So it was decided Mummy would bath and dress me while Cherie and Charlie did the same. This way they could then watch over me while Mummy prepared herself.
So Mummy took my nightdress and dirty overnight nappies off me and then placed me in the pre-prepared bath.
After satisfying herself, I was thoroughly clean and smelling as a baby should she dried me then took me back to the changing part of the table.
I was laid upon the table and the safety strap was gently pulled over my chest and tightened.
Mummy then proceeded to apply a liberal coating of zinc and castor oil cream to my nappy area knowing it would be a longish day for me and wanted me well protected. She then applied a liberal coating of Johnson’s baby powder followed my usual nappies. These were followed by a pair of clear plastic panties then a pair of white knitted baby’s tights. After which she put the white satin nappy cover that she had made on me. Finally for this part she put a pair of white satin bootees on my feet and fastened them with white satin ribbons about my ankles.
At this point she loosened the safety strap but never removed it as she wanted to raise the back support part of the changing table to the sitting position which then allowed her to do my hair.
All she did to my hair was dry it and gently but thoroughly brush it out. She never bothered with hair ribbons as I would be wearing my bonnet for the church service and my christening.
When Mummy was happy my hair was dry and brushed she got the tub of cream for my hands and began applying it saying what tiny little hands I had and soon they would be beautiful again. Once they were creamed she padded them, dressed them and then place a pair if white satin mittens on my hands. These matched the bootees, which in turn would match the bonnet and the dress.
Once happy all was right she removed the safety strap and placed my dress upon me and there was a definite tear in her eyes as she looked at me and told me I was pretty as a picture. She left the bonnet off and decided it would be placed upon me as we left the vehicles at the church, thus ensuring it never got crumpled.
The christening shawl Mummy had crotched it herself and then trimmed it in the same pattern satin as my clothes.
Once she was completely happy I looked perfect she went to the wardrobe in the nursery and removed a white baby harness.
Carrying the harness and me downstairs she presented me to Cherie and Charlie who were already dressed and waiting in the lounge.
They took one look at me and Cherie almost had a tear in her eyes when she said ‘Ohhhh, what a little sweetheart’. She then took me from Mummy’s arms so then Mummy could too get ready.
Mummy had just finished getting ready when Uncle Charlie, Auntie Molly and the twins arrived in the mini bus.
My harness was put on me and I was then put into my pram and the straps attached to my harness. Mummy also placed two baby blankets over me to ensure I was kept warm and then Uncle Ted and Charlie carried me out to the mini bus and secured my pram in place.
Once this was done everyone else took their seats, put their seat belts on and Uncle Ted started the journey to church.
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When we arrived at church and everyone was out of the mini-bus, Charlie and Uncle Ted quickly removed my pram so Mummy could raise the hood, check my blankets and then put the pram cover on. Once she was happy all was well we proceeded into church.
Once inside the church Mummy found the usual spot she left my pram which was close to a radiator which would keep my pram nice and warm.
Having applied the brake she then removed the apron and lowered the hood.
Finally the blankets were removed and by this time a small crowd of ladies were gathered round and were ooohing and aaaaahing over my pretty christening dress.
Mummy then unclipped my harness straps and this time instead of leaving my harness on she removed it altogether allowing the dress to flow naturally; next came the bonnet which was in Mummy’s favourite pattern and formed a halo effect around my face.
Finally she reached under my pram and pulled out the bag with my christening shawl in. Upon opening the shawl up she received a number of nice comments about it. She asked Auntie Betty to lift me from my pram Mummy could fold and wrap me in it. After which we proceeded to Mummy’s usual seat.
While Mummy had bought two mini bottles with her (one of formulae and one with gripe water in case) she decided to keep me calmer she would remain seated throughout the service.
Approximate three quarters of the way through the service I got a bit fidgety so Mummy took the bottle of formulae out and fed me. This she assumed would keep me happy until after the christening.
The service continued on to the end when the Vicar announced my christening and anyone wishing to remain and attend were welcome to do so.
Mummy was quite surprised at how many did remain.
After saying his goodbye’s to those who were leaving the vicar returned and commenced with my christening. After having reminded my Godparents of their duties the vicar then proceeded with naming me Theresa May Inglish.
Mummy passed me to the vicar who then cradled me over the font to do the baptism but when he was lifting the water to my forehead two drops fell from his hand and went straight into my eye. The shock of it and the stinging of it rounded the christening off properly. I was crying. Apparently it is not uncommon for babies to cry at this time.
Once the service was finished Mummy thanked the vicar and the others who were there and held me in her arms for about five minutes while people passed by, a lot of whom said how pretty I looked.
Mummy then decided it was time for me to be back in my pram where I would be warmer.
And, so it was; less than five minutes later I was safely strapped into my pram and all wrapped up and we were on our way back to the mini-bus to head for home.
As soon as we arrived home it was all haste to get my pram into the house then everyone else followed. Mummy had invited Uncle Ted, Auntie Molly and the twins to stay for lunch and tea, so we were no sooner in the house than the twins had removed their coats and hats and were waiting for me to arrive in the lounge.
Mummy told them to get warm by the fire and that I would be there in a few minutes, I needed a change first.
In their eagerness the twins almost fell over each other asking mummy if they could come and help. Mummy agreed and we all went off to my nursery.
When we arrived in my nursery the twins asked if they could change me but mummy told them she would do but for them to go to my wardrobe and select a dress and petticoat for me.
Eagerly they went to my wardrobe and for a while could be heard having an argument over which dress it should be until Mummy told them I was ready to be dressed. They then walked to mummy holding a pink party style dress with a multi layered petticoat and matching rumba panties. Mummy then told them if they looked in the second drawer of my dresser they would find some pale pink tights to go with the dress.
Rebecca then looked at Mummy and said ‘what about a bonnet Auntie Carol’ and Mummy said for a few minutes while some pictures were taken. .
Once dressed mummy then put a pair of white knitted bootees and matching mittens on me. We then went to the lounge where Uncle Ted and Auntie Molly were waiting
It was while Mummy was putting my mittens on my hands that Amanda asked will I always need the bandages on too. Mummy then told her, no, only until her hands heal which will be very soon. Then Theresa will only need mittens. Then asking Mummy why I needed mittens on all the time Mummy told her, not all the time but babies wear them and they keep mischievous little hands out of trouble, and at the same time tickling my tummy and everyone having a laugh.
As soon as we walked into the lounge Auntie Molly stretched out her arms to hold me saying ‘Just look at you sweetheart; pretty as a picture’. Mummy then passed me to her and she cradled me in her arms and cooing over me for several minutes.
Uncle Ted too was doing his part, tickling my tummy and making me giggle from behind the pink dummy I had in my mouth. He Looked at Mummy and said ‘you know you have one in a hundred billion here Carol, a pretty little baby and she always will be’.
Mummy replied ‘yes, and to think of the horrible life she had before coming here. Being moved from home to home and no-one other than the staff at the care centre showing her any love. ‘ Then, coming over to me and stroking my face she said ‘But that’s all over now sweetheart ,you have a nice home and lots of people who love and care for you, you will always be mummy’s little baby girl’. I just looked into Mummy’s eyes and knew by the way she was looking at me and the way I was feeling at that moment, I knew that this is all I wanted.
The twins were looking on anxiously as they wanted to play with me.
Aunty Molly noticed this and gently stood me down holding both my hands so I did not fall. She then told the twins to hold one had each and let me walk a little but to be very careful not to pull me so I didn’t fall.
Although Mummy had stopped the bulk of the muscle relaxants she still administered a small amount to get the ‘just trying to walk’ baby effect and was succeeding. I could stand with the aid of the furniture and walk a few steps when someone held my hands.
Everyone loved this as it made my dress and petticoats swish and my rumba panties swing from side to side as I waddled a few steps across the carpet. I then promptly plopped down on my well padded derriere.
Once I was sat down Rebecca said to Amanda ‘watch Theresa and I will go to her nursery and get some toys to play with’. Amanda agreed and Rebecca left.
A few seconds later Amanda noticed I was now crying and asked Mummy what the problem was, did I need changing again, feeding?? Mummy told her what is Theresa missing? Amanda thought for a few seconds and suddenly said ‘Her pink bunny’. Mummy then said it is in my pram in the kitchen.
Amanda dashed off and was swiftly stopped by Cherie in the kitchen and told never to run in there as it could cause serious accidents. So, it was a more sedate Amanda that returned with my pink bunny.
As soon as she entered the lounge and I saw it I immediately put my little arms out for it.
Kneeling down (in a ladylike manner) Amanda passed me my bunny and I immediately clutched it tightly to myself.
Very shortly afterward Rebecca returned holding some toys.
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One of those toys was a large plastic disc that looked like a classic flying saucer. This one however had several large coloured plastic pads around the outside.
Rebecca explained to me that the toy played some tunes, lit up the coloured pads in order and I should try and copy it.
She switched this toy on and it played three different noises and illuminated three different coloured pads.
Amanda then told me try and do the same. Well of course I had never seen a toy like this and was fascinated. But, when I tried to repeat what the toy had done it made a noise very similar to the one I make when filling my nappy. This of course made me giggle and the twins also laughed.
We played this game for quite a long time and of course I was giggling for most of it as I managed once or twice to get the sequence correct, although most of the time it was nappy filling sounds.
What was important though was I could play with it even though my hands were bandaged and in mittens.
A different game the twins played with was, they would hold out one of their hands palm up for me to try and smack. They took it in turns to do this but then both together. My arms were going up and down and this had everyone laughing.
Auntie Molly then turned to mummy and said, ‘just like a little baby does it’.
Mummy told her I was still on muscle relaxants but a much lower dosage now, hence the babyish moves. She explained how the previous dosage made me so I was unable to do almost nothing. She also explained how with the aid of the furniture or a person I could stand and take two or three steps too.
All too soon Cherie came in and announced lunch was ready and that she would feed me so mummy could be with her company.
So, while mummy and the company went into the dining room where Charlie served them lunch, Cherie took me to my highchair in the kitchen to feed me.
Sitting me in my highchair and ensuring the safety straps were in place, she then put the tray down and fastened it. Next was my bib which this time had my new name embroidered upon it.
As usual my food was the same food as everyone else, but pureed.
While Cherie was feeding me my dinner Charlie was serving everyone else.
Once I was finished my dinner Cherie took me to my nursery instead of giving me my bottle straight away. She had heard an ominous sound from me and noticed the flush on my face. Then the aroma hit. So it was clean-up time, the usual zinc and castor oil cream, this was followed by a liberal dusting of J&J baby powder and clean nappies again.
Once Cherie was happy my nappies were all nice and snug she obtained a clean pair of pink plastic panties. After checking my nappies were all tucked in safely she proceeded to put my rumba panties back on to me.
Once I was all nice and clean again Cherie took me back downstairs to the kitchen where she was going to give me my bottle. But, mummy was in there and told Cherie to get her lunch and that she would give me my bottle. And so, mummy carried me into the lounge quickly followed by Cherie carrying my bottle that Charlie had prepared already.
The twins again asked if they could feed me but mummy said ‘perhaps Uncle Ted would like to this time.’
It was no sooner said than I was cradled in his strong arms; he sat down, took the bottle from Cherie and began to feed it to me.
The twins gathered round to watch and had big beaming smiles on their faces.
After I finished my bottle Uncle Ted placed me over his shoulder, gently rubbed and patted my back to burp me. Again it did not take him very long to do this.
The twins then asked mummy if we could play again but was told it is now my nap time.
With my harness fitted mummy placed me in my pram, gave me my dummy and then attached the clips to my harness, placed a blanket over me then wheeled me into the dining room so that everyone could chat but it would be nice and quiet for me.
The twins asked if they could rock me to sleep in my pram and mummy agreed but told them to do it gently. At this the twins quietly pulled chairs close to my pram and began gently rocking it and quietly humming little lullabies. In no time at all I was sound asleep. They then very quietly left the dining room and returned to the lounge where very proudly they announced that I was sleeping. Auntie Molly just looked at them and said ‘well done, did you leave the door slightly open?’ They told her they had so I could be heard if I woke up.
During my nap time Mummy was telling everyone about the presents she bought me for Christmas, Auntie Molly and the twins mentioned their presents too. Mummy also discussed with Uncle Ted the routine for tomorrow (Christmas Eve) saying how all her permanent staff were to come to the big house for their Christmas bonuses. Also there would be drinks and a buffet.
Auntie Mollie then told mummy that she could come and help too if she wished and the twins were going ‘me to, me too’.
Mummy turned to Auntie Molly saying ‘but you will be guests tomorrow’, Auntie Molly the replied ‘tosh!! If Ted is working we do not mind helping out too’. To which mummy said, ‘thank you, it will help Cherie and Charlie a lot’. Mummy also told them that Cherie had arranged a fun surprise for everyone but would not let on what it was.
Eventually I awoke from my nap and began my little murmurings and mummy (quickly followed by the twins) came into the dining room.
The first thing mummy did was to check my nappies which she found wet. I was now wetting and messing my nappies in my sleep and not waking up. But I usually quickly let everyone know about it.
Mummy looked at the twins and said ‘a nursery job methinks’ to which came the reply ‘may we change Theresa please Auntie Carol?’ Mummy told them they could but she would stay and watch them especially as it was their first time. And, so I was carried by mummy to my nursery where she put me on my changing table ready for the twins to change me.
Mummy watched while the girls removed my bootees; then my tights, and were about to remove my rumba panties and plastic panties when mummy stopped them saying ‘what three things have we forgotten to do girls?’
The twins stood and thought for a moment when Amanda said ‘We forgot the safety strap Auntie Carol’. Mummy said ‘That is one’. Then thinking for a moment Rebecca said, ‘Oh, we forgot to lift her skirts and petticoats away’. Mummy replied that is two’.
The twins were now in a quandary as to what number three was and had to ask mummy. She replied ‘What do we do when we come through the doorway?’ to which came the answer ‘close the safety gate’. ‘Correct’ said mummy. ‘But Auntie Carol we are here so why do we need to close it?’ Mummy then told them, there are five safety gates in the house and it is good practise to remember to close them all going in or out of a room, that way there was less chance of accidentally leaving one open when Theresa is in the room by herself.
Once all these details were corrected Amanda proceeded to remove my wet nappies by first lowering the front of the panties enough to undo the nappy pins then sliding my nappies and panties down together.
Mummy then pointed out if I had soiled my nappies, the cleanest parts could be used to help clean my bottom. She then took the girls to the set of drawers in my nursery, took out two cloth nappies and showed the twins the correct way to fold mine. After letting them practise for a few moments they came over and put my clean nappies on me. Mummy then took a pair of plastic panties, shook them out, put her hands through the leg holes and showed the twins the best way to put them on me.
Once I was fully dressed again and ready to go back to the lounge Rebecca said ‘Auntie Carol? I still cannot understand why Theresa is different to us’. Mummy said ‘you will when you get a little older dear, you will then see why she is more a little girl than a little boy’.
With that answered mummy lifted me up to carry me downstairs. The twins opened and closed the safety gates for mummy and we were soon in the lounge.
The twins in their eagerness asked mummy if we could play again but mummy said after her bottle.
Once I had finished my bottle mummy placed a towel over her shoulder, lifted me up and began rubbing and patting my back to burp me. It worked very well and all the excess milk came too.
Auntie Molly who was sat next to mummy and watching said ‘Oooh she bought a lot up that time’ and mummy replied, ‘I know, I can feel it through the towel’.
Mummy then lifted me down and once more cradled me in her arms, picked up a clean cloth the wipe my face but gently pressed and wiggled the end of my nose saying ‘who’s my messy and pretty little baby girl then?’
Having cleaned my face she then lifted me off her knee to a standing position on the floor say to Amanda ‘take her hands dear and see how far she can walk’.
As usual I managed three or four steps then landed on my derriere. I just sat there giggling.
The twins then played with me until teatime and for about a half hour afterwards when mummy announced it was my bedtime. This time however she called Cherie and asked her to bathe me and put me down. I knew this would be fun as Cherie would always sing to me when I was in my cot instead of reading me a story.
And so it was, I was bathed, put into clean bed clothes and finally placed in my cot and sung to sleep to await another day.
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I awoke the following morning (Christmas Eve) to the sound of mummy filling my little baby bath and the aroma of the Lavender bath oil she uses.
When I moved and made a little murmur as I woke mummy turned, smiled and said ‘Hello sweetheart, all ready for your nice bath are we?’
Having finished filling my bath she came over to my cot, lowered the side and lifted me out. She then laid me upon my changing table and proceeded to remove my sleeper and dirty nappies, preparing me for my bath.
Before placing me in my bath she removed my mittens, then the bandages from my hands and looked at my hands very closely and told me ‘I think we can leave the bandages off today sweetheart and just put your mittens on for you’.
After my bath which with mummy is always fun, I was returned to my changing table where she proceeded to cream and powder my nappy area well before putting my clean nappies on me. These were followed by a pair of white plastic panties and this time instead of a dress and petticoats she put a pair of white tights and my Ivory romper suit on me which was decorated with two teddy bears on the bodice, also my white satin bootees and matching mittens.
She explained I would be wearing my very best dress later that day but did not want to risk any accidents, so for now it was the romper suit.
Next it was time for breakfast and then I was lifted into my playpen, given a baby bottle of fruit juice and left to watch children’s programmes on TV.
It wasn’t very long after this that Auntie Molly, Uncle Ted and the twins arrived to help with the preparations for the afternoon visit by the rest of the managers and families to have a cold buffet and collect their Christmas bonuses.
Auntie Molly was soon busy helping Charlie prepare the buffet while Cherie gave the house a good cleaning.
Mummy was helping Uncle Ted sort the Turkey’s, wine and bottles of spirits out, also the bonus cheques.
The twins went to mummy and asked as it is a nice day outside if they could take me for a walk down the lane in my pram.
Mummy said they could but only for a little while. So a few minutes later I was wearing a white matinee coat, bonnet and my harness. Once safe in my pram and all wrapped up mummy wheeled my pram outdoors where the girls with big beaming smiles swiftly took over and began to wheel me on my first ever trip with them.
We passed several people also out walking, or walking their dogs and just as mummy would the twins stopped and showed me off to them. Once the twins told them who I was some of them said ‘Oh yes, the little baby that can never grow up, but isn’t she a cute little one’. The twins would then carry on walking looking as proud as any mother would.
Altogether the walk lasted about 1.5 hours and as we were arriving home the first flakes of snow began to fall. The twins looked at each other and smiled, Rebecca commenting they have timed it perfectly.
Amanda quickly walked ahead to open the door leading into the kitchen while Rebecca carefully pushed my pram in.
Mummy came over to see me and let out a ‘Phewwwww!!! Somebody here needs her nappies changed’ and laughed.
Mummy released me from my pram and lifting me out the twins asked if they could change me. Mummy told them that they could feed me my bottle.
So, with the twins in hot pursuit mummy carried me to my nursery to change me. She was also impressed that the twins had remembered to close all the safety gates behind them this time.
Mummy then removed my soiled nappies, cleaned my mess, put a liberal coating of nappy cream on me along with baby powder and then fastened my clean nappies about me. She then refastened the poppers of my romper and sat me down on my nursery floor.
Amanda then asked mummy if I would be wearing a dress to which mummy replied, ’after her hairdresser has been and after she has had lunch’. Explaining she had a special dress for me to wear when all the company arrives in the afternoon and didn’t want to risk getting it marked.
Once mummy had tidied up and had my soiled nappies in a plastic bag which Rebecca offered to carry for her, she picked me up and carried me into the lounge where the twins could then feed me my bottle.
Once I had finished my bottle the twins between them then burped me and wiped away the excess milk; after which they spent the time until my hairdresser arrived playing with me.
Mummy then got Uncle Ted to carry my highchair to my nursery so the hairdresser could use it after washing my hair in my baby bath. This is something Charlie would usually do but he was extremely busy preparing the afternoons buffet.
Once my hairdresser did arrive mummy came into the lounge saying ‘come along little miss, time for you to be made all pretty’. With that she picked me up from the floor and carried me to my nursery where she put me on my changing table so she could remove my romper suit.
While I was still strapped to my changing table mummy asked if my hairdresser would give me a light permanent to which my hairdresser replied ‘no’. When mummy asked why she was told I was too young for one to which mummy quietly whispered ‘she is sixteen in real terms’ but my hairdresser just said ‘she is still in nappies, so ethically she is still a baby; also have you noticed how soft and silky her hair is, a permanent could spoil that’. Mummy agreed and the idea of a permanent was forgotten, but my hairdresser did tell mummy she could give me long wavy curls with a hair spray and curling tongues. Mummy accepted this and left.
My hairdresser then released my safety strap, lifted me to the sitting position and turned me so my back was facing my little baby bath. Carefully placing her left hand over my chest and high up my back and neck she supported me while she gently lowered me over my bath.
After checking the water was at the correct temperature she proceeded to wash and condition my hair.
Once this was done she sat me up and turned me so I was facing her and taking up a towel she wrapped it around my hair.
I was then carried to my highchair and safely fastened in so my hairdresser could dry, cut and style my hair.
The twins who had been watching all this placed the tray of highchair in place then gave me two little toys to play with. Next thing my hairdresser did was to gently towel dry my hair, then brush it basically into the style, she then with her little scissors trimmed it leaving me with a deep fringe carefully shaped it around my face. Then gently blow drying and under brushing it to make it all fluffy and soft, she applied a little bit of some spray and used her curling tongues to give me long sweeping curls.
Once happy she called mummy and when she saw me she was over the moon and came and kissed me on the forehead telling me I was such a pretty little baby girl, she then popped my dummy back in my mouth and said she would be back in a moment.
She then left with my hairdresser presumably to pay her and see her off.
A few minutes later she returned carrying a tray with my dinner on and two bottles of formula. She told the twins that they could feed me and afterwards I would be put into my new dress etc.
The twins were elated and after tying my bib on happily proceeded to feed me. One gave me my main course of pureed meat and vegetables while the other gave me semolina pudding.
After all that they then took it in turns to give me my bottles.
Approximately thirty minutes after leaving mummy returned and told the twins it was time to put me in my special dress and petticoats.
Excitedly they asked mummy ‘may we see them please Auntie Carol?’ to which mummy replied ‘of course’.
Opening my wardrobe doors she showed the girls my new dress, petticoats, rumba panties, bonnets, bootees and mittens.
The twins just looked and almost swooned over them simply saying ‘Auntie Carol she will look gorgeous wearing those’.
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The Dress and accessories were in a pale ivory with the skirt having a sparkling white gossamer layer over it giving it a very delicate finish, almost Fairy like Mummy said. The hem of the skirt, bottom of the tiny bodice and neckline were then decorated with tiny pink ribbon roses, while the sleeves each had a single, but larger ribbon rose on them. The bootees each had a ribbon rose the same size as the sleeves, with each one being on top of the foot. The mittens likewise had a single rose on the back of the hand. The bonnet had mummy’s much favoured halo style peak. The peak was in ivory but was also finished with the same sparkling gossamer fabric the skirt was finished in. Just below where the peak and bonnet were sewn together was another row of tiny pink roses. The petticoats were very full and would ensure the skirt stood out almost horizontal, thus showing off the rumba panties with the single rose central on the seat to full effect. The edge of each layer of the petticoat also had a very narrow pink finish to them thus highlighting them also. As for the tights, they appeared to have been woven from the same type of thread as the gossamer overlays and sparkled in the same manner as the skirt and bonnet.
The twins were quite excited and impatient to see me all dressed-up; but, mummy calmed them and explained the clothes must be fitted with care and attention to detail.
Of course the twins were aware of this as they themselves took pride in their own appearance and always paid careful attention to detail when dressing.
As mummy began to dress me, firstly my nappies which were folded very carefully so as not to form and creases or folds that will spoil the final look of the rumba panties. Then came the clear plastic panties, to which Rebecca asked; ‘Auntie Carol why do you put plastic panties on Theresa when her rumba panties are lined?’ Mummy’s reply was simple, ‘they are easier to wash’. This bought a round of laughter from all, but the twins saw the sense of it. Once my nappies and panties were on to mummy’s satisfaction she asked for my tights, then the rumba panties, petticoats and then the dress. Mummy then fussed for several minutes ensuring everything was just so before putting my bootees, mittens and bonnet on me.
After careful lifting me and sitting me in my cot she stood back and gave a satisfied smile saying I was now ready to meet my public once again.
Having decided everything was as she wanted it, she turned to the twins and said ‘watch Theresa for me, I must get a picture’. With that she dashed off to get her camera.
Two minutes later mummy returned with not only her camera but three more ladies. Obviously I recognised Auntie Betty and knew I had seen the other two somewhere. What I could not remember was they were the other manager’s wives.
As they entered the room they all stopped and gave a little gasped saying how pretty the dress was and how beautiful I looked in it.
Mummy was surprised as Auntie Betty stopped, because she had made the dress, but perhaps seeing it worn is something special.
Mummy quickly took several pictures and turned to Auntie Betty and said ‘this I think needs some professionally taken pictures. I will arrange it straight after Christmas’.
Auntie Bettie just replied ‘she is pretty as a picture isn’t she’.
The other two ladies just looked and said ‘it is very, very difficult to think this is a 16 year old boy’. Mummy replied ‘that definition may change very early in the New Year’. When queried about it she simply to them they would know as soon as she knew for definite.
It was at this point Amanda pointed out to Mummy, saying the safety gate had been left open. Mummy said to her, ‘you are absolutely right darling’, and in a half whisper said to her ‘we will have to teach them better’ and had a laugh. With that mummy turned to the lady she called Sarah and asked her to please close the gate.
Once mummy was satisfied with the few pictures she had taken of me she came over to me and began fluffing my dress and petticoats. This done she carefully picked me up placing her left arm/hand beneath my petticoats and after ensuring that none were trapped or caught she then popped my dummy back in my mouth and carried me downstairs to meet the rest of the people. Amanda followed close behind carrying my pink bunny for me.
As we approached the door to the dining room, where everyone had gathered, mummy was having a last fuss of my dress. This done she carried me in announcing ‘Ladies and Gentlemen....may I present The Belle of the Ball....Theresa May’.
As the people approached among many ooohs and aaaaah’s one person was heard to say ‘and is this, the little one you found under a Gooseberry bush Carol?’ to which mummy replied ‘No, in the bulb sheds’. This bought a round of laughter. One of the ladies then said ‘she looks a lot prettier now than she did then; and how are those little hands of hers healing? All better’.
Mummy removed one of my mittens to show my hand off and the same lady said ‘now those are the hands of a little girl’.
After all the fussing, ooooohing and aaaaaahing was over Mummy turned to the girls and told them I was going into the lounge if they wanted to come. Naturally all four of them followed.
Once in the lounge Mummy gently put me down in the standing position and asked the twins to take my hands to help me walk. This would also show Anne and Rachael the correct way to do this so I did not fall.
We then settled down and began playing, but this time I had four girls fussing.
Just before Mummy left the room Rebecca asked her if it was alright to take my mittens off for a little while so I could play better with the toys.
Mummy checked my hands again and said that it would be fine but to be careful; and so it was for the first since all this began I had my mittens off to play. I suppose for a little while I missed them really.
After a short while either Rachael or Anne (I was not sure which was which yet) asked the twins if I wasn’t a little old to be wearing nappies and suc-king on a dummy.
Rebecca turned and said to them ‘look at her, not as tall as a three year old, too pretty by far to be a boy’ and then she launched into a brief history of my life up to reaching here. She then asked them ‘what would you do?’ The unanimous response was ‘the same as Auntie Carol’. It appears Mummy was called aunty by all the girls.
With that all sorted and agreed upon we all started playing games again and watching cartoons on the television.
The afternoon just seemed to fly by and before we knew it the adults were preparing to leave.
I had missed my afternoon sleep and became all sleepy as the girls prepared to leave so Mummy decided two bottles of formula, change and bed for me.
All the adults came in, gave me little hugs, kisses and wished me a Happy Christmas.
When everyone had departed Cherie came in the lounge, picked me up and carried me to my high chair where my bottles were waiting.
When Mummy came in Cherie informed her I was well ready for a change, laughed and said ‘she is a little aromatic’. Mummy sniffed the air and said ‘I agree’ and laughed.
I was given my bottles by Mummy and when finished Cherie offered to bathe and change me ready for bed, but Mummy said no, they had had a busy day so Cherie should take a break.
With my bottles finished and me duly winded Mummy picked me up saying ‘poooh what a smelly baby’ laughed and took me to my nursery where I was undressed, bathed and put into clean nappies and plastic panties followed by my sleeper.
Once finished; Mummy called Cherie and Charlie up. They arrived, gave me a kiss and they too wished me a Happy Christmas.
Still unsure what this Christmas thing was all about, and, being as tired as I was, I thought not a lot about it.
Mummy put me in my cot, wrapped me in my favourite blanket and ensuring I had Cuddles (my pink rabbit) with me, kissed me on the forehead, told me to sleep tight and perhaps Santa will come for her little girl.
With that she raised the cots-side, started the mobile and then departed the room switching the main light off, the nightlight on, safety gate shut and the door almost closed she went and spent some time with Cherie and Charlie.
Being as tired as I was and once I had Cuddles I fell asleep totally oblivious of all the last things.
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Many apologies for the delay in this episode but for a number of weeks now writing has been almost impossible due to house modernisation happening.
I slept the night through and did not awaken until Mummy came and began to remove my dirty nappies.
The first things she looked for was, was I still suc-king on my dummy and was I still cuddling my bunny Cuddles. I had been doing both now for a few weeks and Mummy was always pleased to see me still doing it, knowing I was returning to my baby days and, more, I was happy staying there.
When Mummy saw me open my eye’s she wiggled the end of my nose saying ‘hello sleepy head I think someone has had a visit from Santa Clause’.
Taking my past history into consideration when only the babies got presents in the care centre and the older children got nothing, I just looked a little bewildered at Mummy wondering what she meant.
With me awake and my cot side lowered Mummy decided instead of just a nappy change she would bathe and then dress me fully; she then lifted me from my cot, placed me on my changing table and began to undress me. As always, the safety strap was gently fastened over my chest.
Once I was undressed and safe on my table Mummy then filled my little baby bath, adding bubble bath pearls. These gave the same aroma as my baby soap.
With the temperature carefully checked Mummy lifted me from the changing part of the table into the bath. Then, supporting me at the back she bathed me and washed my hair leaving me smelling100% baby.
While Mummy was bathing me she was telling me all about Christmas and Jesus, Reindeers and Santa Clause, then telling me this will be my first Christmas with many more to come. She also told me that the New Year could bring a very, very special gift for me.
After I had been bathed and dried, Mummy creamed and powdered my nappy area and placed me in clean nappies and plastic panties.
At this point Cherie entered the nursery and Mummy said ‘I am pleased you are here dear, I am in a quandary as to which outfit to put Theresa in, and perhaps you can help’. Cherie looked in my wardrobe and pondered for a moment and said ‘I always liked the Lavender set’. Mummy replied ‘yes that is pretty’ and the decision was made.
Cherie then informed Mummy breakfast was ready and would she like her to finish dressing me. Mummy replied ‘as I am still in my nightdress dear it may be a good idea; Oh! And use a little lavender perfume on her today’. Both had a little laugh about the nightdress.
Cherie checked my nappies were tucked inside my panties, lifted me off the changing table, sat me in my cot, raised the side and pointing at me said ‘now you stay there young lady while I get your Christmas clothes ready’. It was not as if I ‘could’ go anywhere.
It was while Cherie was getting my clothes ready I began to think of my previous Christmases, how I had been shuffled around unwanted and little tears formed in my eyes. The more I thought of it, the more the tears flowed until I was sobbing. Cherie noticed and came to me immediately, lowered my cot side and I raised my hands for her to pick me up.
She picked me up and cuddled me close to her but my sobs continued.
Cherie then decided to call Mummy who came very quickly, took me from Cherie, cradling me and asking me why I was crying so.
After a few minutes of heavy crying, Mummy looked at me and said ‘sweetheart, do you think we are going to give you back just like all your other Christmases?’
I gave a little nod and she said ‘Oh sweetheart, Mummy will never ever give her little girl away, so let’s dry those little tears away and let Cherie get you all pretty’.
I held on to Mummy for a few more minutes before allowing her to pass me back to Cherie.
Cherie then sat me back on my cot and proceeded to dress me.
As always it was matching bonnet, bootees, mittens and rumba panties to go with the dress.
Once I was dressed Cherie gave a quick double check of my nappies to ensure I was still dry, gave me a hug and then picked me up and carried me to my highchair in the dining room. She then fastened the safety harness and placed a bib around my neck then placed the tray in front of ensuring the catch was set then went to the kitchen to get me my bottle.
While she left me with my bottle she returned to the kitchen for my breakfast whereupon Mummy said to Cherie ‘I think because Theresa appears a little upset I will give her one extra drop of muscle relaxant. I know it will limit her walking a little more but it will also relax her and get her past this possibly frightening stage.’ Cherie agreed this was a good idea and they went about preparing my Rusk’s in milk with the extra drop of medicine.
When Mummy came in with my breakfast she smiled and said ‘now, be a good girl and eat all your breakfast, THEN we will see what Santa has bought my little girl for Christmas’.
Mummy gave me my breakfast and Cherie came in to feed me my second bottle of formula whilst Mummy had her breakfast.
Once everyone had eaten and the temporary kitchen staff who had arrived took over the kitchen, Cherie and Charlie went to get changed and we then all went into the lounge.
Mummy placed me in my playpen telling to wait while the presents were sorted.
A few minutes later there were four piles of presents, one of which was larger by far than the others. I just sat in my playpen with my eyes wide open like never before. I had never seen so many presents.
Once Cherie’s, Mummy’s and Charlie’s piles were put close by them it just left one huge pile in the middle of the floor.
Mummy then lifted me from my playpen, placed me close to the pile and said ‘look what Santa has bought for my little baby girl.’ She then removed my mittens and told me to open my presents.
I set about opening them with great enthusiasm and became very excited. So much my nappies were soaked in minutes.
I managed to open the smaller presents which were mainly toys, dolls etc. but there was two larger ones I could not open and mummy helped me.
One was a large doll almost as tall as me and the other was a little pram which I would be able to play with soon when Mummy reduced my medication.
All the excitement and joy left me overcome and I sat on the floor and began to cry, but this time it was because I was so happy.
Mummy picked me up and cuddled me until I stopped crying and then announced I still had one more present, a special one from Mummy.
In all the excitement I had not noticed Cherie and Charlie sneak out of the room and Mummy’s announcement of my special present was cue for them to bring it in to the lounge.
Mummy sat me back down on the floor and when Cherie and Charlie put the present in front of me it towered over me. I looked at in awe knowing I would never manage to unwrap it myself and looked at Mummy. She looked at me and smiled then said ‘Shall we open it sweetheart?’
I bounced up and down on my thickly padded derriere and she came over and proceeded to take the wrapping paper off to reveal a huge (to me) rocking horse.
I just sat in front of it with eyes like saucers unable to believe what I was looking at and that it was mine.
Mummy lifted me up and sat me in the specially adapted safety baby seat and after fastening the safety straps began to gently rock me back and forth.
I became very excited and began trying to bounce up and down but the safety seat restrained me, but it did not stop my almost hysterical giggle.
Everyone had to laugh with and at me to see the happiness in my face.
After about five minutes mummy undid the safety harness etc. And lifted me from the seat, and then placed me in my playpen with a few of my new toys. I was about to start crying when mummy said it was only for a few minutes while everyone cleared all the paper and packages out and tidied up.
Whilst sitting in my playpen cuddling a new cuddly Panda I had received I could do nothing but stare wide eyed at the rocking horse.
Cheri noticed this and pointed it out to mummy who said ‘I know bless her, this must be her first ever real Christmas’. Of course they then went off into ‘how could people be so cruel to children?’ routine.
Once everything was cleared away, they all returned to the lounge. But before putting me back on my rocking horse, mummy fed me a bottle of formula.
Charlie and Cherie went into the kitchen to ensure everything was proceeding alright. Cherie then instructed the chef what to and what not to put in my dinner. Once happy all was fine they too returned to the lounge.
The remainder of the morning went along the lines of, nappy change; then all three of them taking turns rocking me on my rocking horse. Mummy looked at me and saw how drowsy I was becoming and said ‘yes Theresa May after lunch you can have a nap, all the excitement has tired you out.
Mummy took me off my rocking horse saying it was time for din dins, then, carried me into the kitchen and sat me in my high chair.
This of course was the first chance the hired staff had to see me and they all cooed over me asking Mummy ‘Is this really the baby that cannot ever grow up?’
Of course Mummy told them yes and the ladies said ‘but she is sooo sweet.’
There were so many volunteers to feed me but Cherie stepped in and told them it is my duty to feed her.
Of course Mummy just stood back and admired her personal staff at work.
After feeding me Cherie gave me a bottle and placed me in my playpen while she and everyone else finished their lunches.
I busied myself watching cartoons on TV and playing with some of my new toys, but my attention kept going back to the giant rocking horse.
After about forty five minutes and everyone had finished their lunches they all came into the lounge whereupon Mummy lifted me from my playpen and put me over her shoulder and began rubbing my back to ensure I had no trapped wind. Once satisfied there was nothing their she looked at me and said ‘right lady nap time for you’ and with that carried me to my nursery, checked my nappies were dry (which amazingly they still were) and then proceeded to change my dress for a short nightdress; after which she placed me in my cot, started the mobile, drew the curtains closed and left me for a sleep.
Despite all the excitement of the day my bottle and dummy soon allowed me to sleep which I did for about two hours, but then awoke to a wet and dirty nappy.
I began to sob a little and Mummy was soon in my nursery whereupon she quickly removed my soiled nappies, cleaned me up then put my nappy rash cream on me and powdered me finishing with nice soft clean and fluffy nappies.
Because Mummy wanted to put me in my new ivory coloured dress, this of course meant a change of rumba panties too.
Once back in the lounge I was safely placed on my rocking horse with Cuddles and Puddles my two bunnies and gently rocked by Cherie while Mummy got her camera and began taking pictures.
And, so Mummy, Cherie and Charlie played with me all afternoon until teatime came around.
Sat in my highchair I had trifle and ice cream for my tea followed by my usual two bottles of formula.
Once I had finished eating everyone looked at me and laughed with one of the hired helps saying ‘good job she had her bib on’. I didn’t realise how much I had spilt. (This being perhaps the first occasion I was given a spoon and allowed to try and feed myself).
Once everyone was finished eating I was cleaned up, and Mummy picked me from my highchair, carried me into the lounge where she sat down and just cradled me, talking baby talk and humming nursery rhymes.
This had the desired effect and very soon I became drowsy so I was taken to my nursery, prepared for bed and put in my cot where I remained sound asleep until the following morning.
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The following day was Boxing Day and started in the usual manner of bath, nappy rash cream, powder and nice clean fluffy nappies along with a pair of pale lavender soft plastic lined rumba panties.
Mummy had been busy making new dresses for me and the one for today was in lavender, matching the panties with white lace trim around the collar and puff sleeves. As always it allowed my nappy filled rumba panties to be on display.
Mummy had just finished tying the ribbon of my bootees when Cherie came into the nursery to let Mummy know breakfast was ready and would she like her to finish dressing me. Mummy let Cherie know I was dressed but would she bring my bonnet and mittens and a white matinee coat as the twins would be taking me for a walk out in my pram later.
So, with matching dress, underwear and dummy, Mummy carried me from my nursery to the kitchen where Charlie was waiting to serve breakfast. He had also prepared my bottle and cereal. After fastening me safely in my high chair Mummy was about to feed me when Cherie entered and said ‘you have your breakfast madam I will feed Teresa for you’. During breakfast mummy happened to mention to Charlie I may be going out in my pram and would he add an additional teaspoon of honey to my bottle as this should give me extra protection from chills.
Having finished her own breakfast Mummy insisted on giving me my bottle; so, I was carried into the lounge where Mummy cradled me in her arms and slowly fed me. This done she then placed a towel over her shoulder, turned me towards her and then began to gently rub and pat my back until I was fully winded. This done she placed me in my playpen with my toys. When I kept looking at my new rocking horse Mummy explained that I could not play on it just yet as it would possibly make me sick, plus, everyone was busy right now.
I sat in my playpen happily playing with my toys and was totally oblivious of what I was wearing and the fact my nappy was already wet; the weeks and months I had been living this lifestyle was now as natural to me as breathing. I think my old ways had either gone deep into the recesses of my mind or disappeared altogether and forever. I was so happy.
I must have been really engrossed playing with my toys as what appeared to be no time at all Auntie Betty, Uncle Ted and the twins arrived. The twins wasted no time removing their coats and saying hello to everyone before they came into the lounge to see me.
As soon as they walked into the room they noticed my new rocking horse and fell in love with it. As a result it was only minutes before I was out of my playpen and sitting on my rocking horse. While they were gently rocking me I was in seventh heaven, never before had I had such a marvellous Christmas, or for that matter any occasion.
Mummy came into the lounge and told the twins if they wanted to take me for a walk they would be better going soon as the afternoon would very quickly get dark and too cold. They agreed and very soon after I was in my matinee coat, mittens and bonnet; then all safely wrapped up and strapped in my pram.
Mummy then fixed the apron on the pram and told the twins once outdoors to raise the hood and if it gets windy to raise the front of the apron; and, so it was I was wheeled outdoors and we went for our walk.
There were not many folk about but those that were showed interest and told the twins they had a pretty baby girl with them and I was fortunate to have such friends that would take me for a walk on such a cold morning, and of course Christmas greetings were passed to all.
After about thirty minutes, Rebecca suggested returning home as they did not want me out too long and it was already feeling colder. So they raised the front of the apron across the hood and started the journey home.
Upon arrival home Mummy told the twins to leave me in my pram but put it in the warm kitchen for a few minutes just to ensure I do not get a chill. I was left there for about twenty minutes and then taken from my pram and carried into the lounge and placed in my playpen.
As Mummy left the lounge the twins came in each carrying a hot drink to warm them. It was on half a minute or so that Mummy came back carrying a nice warm bottle of formulae for me.
Lifting me from my playpen Mummy carried me to the sofa and slowly fed me the contents of my bottle. I do not know if I managed to empty my bottle as only moments after Mummy began to feed me I fell asleep. The next thing I was aware of was awakening in my pram all cuddled in my blankets and cuddling my favourite teddy.
Once I was awake the twins were all keen to play with me, especially on my new rocking horse. However as Mummy pointed out, there was a more urgent task to be performed and laughed. Then the aroma permeated around the room and soon reached everyone’s nostrils; yes, it was time for a nappy change so it was off to the nursery first.
Once I was all cleaned up I was placed on my changing table where Mummy proceeded to cream and powder my nappy area before placing my nappies and clean plastic panties on me.
Mummy then took me back to the lounge where the twins were waiting for me and we soon began playing and again I was soo happy.
While the twins and I were playing, the adults were sat watching and chatting whilst having a glass or two of Christmas cheer.
Aunty Molly commented how wonderfully well I had not only settled in here at the farm, but also in my new life. It was at this point Mummy said about my visit to Dr. Stone in the New Tear and possibly a short stay in a clinic she knows. When questioned about the why’s etc., All Mummy could tell them was Dr. Stone wished to run some tests on me and possibly some changes that could be better for me.
Auntie Molly and Uncle Ted looked a little concerned and Uncle Ted said ‘We hope it is nothing too serious.’ Mummy’s reply being ‘I don’t think so but I do not know all the details yet, but as soon as I do I will of course let you both know.’
At this point Cherie came in and said ‘lunch is served’ so all activities stopped and I was taken to my high chair whilst everyone else took their seats.
Cherie offered to feed me than have hers but Mummy said no and my highchair was moved close to hers and she fed me while she ate allowing Cherie to have her lunch in peace. I think Cherie really wanted to feed me, but then so did Mummy. <lol>
Once lunch was finished everyone returned to the lounge and the twins were allowed to feed me my bottle but once again Uncle Ted took charge of winding me. Once this was done I was settled into my pram for a nap.
I slept for a little while but then a rather loud rushing sound from my nappy region woke me, but woke me to everyone laughing. Once again I was changed and then the twins and I resumed playing until tea-time.
About thirty minutes after tea Mummy announced it was my bath-time to which Cherie said to Mummy, ‘you remain with your company I will bathe her’. And, so it was Cherie bathed me and then dressed me in my nightwear; that is my thicker nappies, clear plastic panties this time and footed sleeper.
Cherie then took me back into the lounge where everyone kissed me and said goodnight with Mummy reminding Cherie no to forget my sleep bonnet. Cherie to her it was ready for me, but after I had said my goodnights. Mummy then looked at me and told me she would come up to my nursery soon. However after Cherie put me in my cot I was soon fast asleep and suc-kling my dummy. I was back in my baby dreams of pretty clothes, love and fun.
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The following morning things had returned almost to normal with the managers and Mummy having meetings and sorting what has to be done, whilst in the meantime the twins kept me entertained with playing with me and taking me for walks in my pram.
Several days passed and suddenly it was New Years Eve and once again everyone gathered for a party and to celebrate the arrival of the New Year.
Of course this was not something I would be allowed to partake of for I would be snug, safe and sound asleep in my cot. The New Year would arrive without me.
When morning broke, Mummy and everyone came into my nursery to wish me a Very Happy New Year and each gave me a little kiss on my cheeks.
Mummy then bathed me and put me in clean nappies and my prettiest pink and white rumba panties....plastic lined of course. She then selected my white dress, bonnet, which pink lace edging and white bootees with pink ribbon ties which were neatly tied into precise bows; finally was a pair of white mittens also with pink ribbon ties.
Once I was dressed and looking pretty Mummy carried me to the dining room and put me safely in my high chair. When the chairs harness was all joined together and I was safely in place she then tied a bib around my neck, smoothed it down my front to protect my dress, she then placed the chairs little table in place ready for my brekky.
It was New Years day and the start of a whole new life for me really. It felt to me as if my previous weeks and months in my new life were really a practice for this day when a whole new lifetime would begin. I had all but forgotten my past as the love and affection shown me now really overwhelmed me and I had no need to recall the bad times.
Being a holiday, of course the twins came round bright and early and it wasn’t long after they arrived that I was in my little matinee coat and well wrapped up in my pram for Amanda and Rebecca to take me out for a walk.
It was a sunny day, although snow lay upon the ground, but, the twins left the apron of my pram folded back and everyone we passed, stopped and chatted to the twin, wishing them a Happy New Year and the ladies gently stroking my cheeks wished me a Happy New Year too; but, they also commented upon how pretty I looked. The twins then wasted no time and made a point of telling people how Mummy had made my dress and accessories.
About an hour into my walk Amanda pointed out it would soon be time for my bottles. Rebecca leaned over my pram to put my blankets around me so that I would be warmer, placed the apron over my pram and commented to Amanda....phewww, it is not only bottle time for her and they laughed, and so they turned around and began to walk briskly to get me back home.
Once home Mummy was a little annoyed that I had been in a dirty nappy for so long, but the twins did point out there was nowhere warm to change me and Mummy told them they were right of course. I was then taken to my nursery where the twins were allowed to undress me, and bathe me in my little baby bath to get me all nice and clean again.
Then it was the usual procedure of zinc and castor oil cream, followed by a liberal coating of J&J baby powder; the usual combination of nappies; two folded as soakers placed side by side within the main nappy and pinned into place. Clean plastic panties, but this time Mummy said to put a romper on me. So the twins found the prettiest one they could, put that on me with matching Angel jacket, bonnet and bootees I was all ready to go back to the lounge where everyone else was gathered.
Once we arrived in the lounge, Uncle Ted was waiting with one bottle for me while Auntie Betty had the second one waiting.
I remember hearing Auntie Betty saying to Mummy ‘I cannot believe this is a young man really, she seems so happy now’. Mummy agreed and said who knows what the future holds for her.
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The following morning things had returned almost, to normal with the managers and Mummy having meetings and sorting what has to be done, whilst in the meantime the twins kept me entertained with playing with me and taking me for walks in my pram.
Several days passed and suddenly it was New Years Eve and once again everyone gathered for a party and to celebrate the arrival of the New Year.
Of course this was not something I would be allowed to partake of for I would be snug, safe and sound asleep in my cot. The New Year would arrive without me.
When morning broke, Mummy and everyone came into my nursery to wish me a Very Happy New Year and each gave me a little kiss on my cheeks.
Mummy then bathed me and put me in clean nappies and my prettiest pink and white rumba panties....plastic lined of course. She then selected my white dress, bonnet, with pink lace edging and white bootees with pink ribbon ties which were neatly tied into precise bows; finally was a pair of white mittens also with pink ribbon ties.
Once I was dressed and looking pretty Mummy carried me to the dining room and put me safely in my high chair. When the chairs harness was all joined together and I was safely in place she then tied a bib around my neck, smoothed it down my front to protect my dress, she then placed the chairs little table in place ready for my brekky.
It was New Years day and the start of a whole new life for me really. It felt to me as if my previous weeks and months in my new life were really a practice for this day when a whole new lifetime would begin. I had all but forgotten my past as the love and affection shown me now really overwhelmed me and I had no need to recall the bad times.
Being a holiday, of course the twins came round bright and early and it wasn’t long after they arrived that I was in my little matinee coat and well wrapped up in my pram for Amanda and Rebecca to take me out for a walk.
It was a sunny day, although snow lay upon the ground, but, the twins left the apron of my pram folded back and everyone we passed, stopped and chatted to the twin, wishing them a Happy New Year and the ladies gently stroking my cheeks wished me a Happy New Year too; but, they also commented upon how pretty I looked. The twins then wasted no time and made a point of telling people how Mummy had made my dress and accessories.
About an hour into my walk Amanda pointed out it would soon be time for my bottles. Rebecca leaned over my pram to put my blankets around me so that I would be warmer, placed the apron over my pram and commented to Amanda....phewww, it is not only bottle time for her and they laughed, and so they turned around and began to walk briskly to get me back home.
Once home Mummy was a little annoyed that I had been in a dirty nappy for so long, but the twins did point out there was nowhere warm to change me and Mummy told them they were right of course. I was then taken to my nursery where the twins were allowed to undress me, and bathe me in my little baby bath to get me all nice and clean again.
Then it was the usual procedure of zinc and castor oil cream, followed by a liberal coating of J&J baby powder; the usual combination of nappies; two folded as soakers, placed side by side within the main nappy and pinned into place. Clean plastic panties, but this time Mummy said to put a romper on me. So the twins found the prettiest one they could, put that on me with matching Angel jacket, bonnet and bootees I was all ready to go back to the lounge where everyone else was gathered.
Once we arrived in the lounge, Uncle Ted was waiting with one bottle for me while Auntie Betty had the second one waiting.
I remember hearing Auntie Betty saying to Mummy ‘I cannot believe this is a young man really, she seems so happy now’. Mummy agreed and said who knows what the future holds for her.
It was only to be two days before the beginnings of that future would be sorted as Dr. Stone called to let Mummy know that all arrangements were made for me to go into the private clinic for further tests.
Mummy asked how long these would take and the doctor said it would just mean an overnight stay and back home the following day to await results.
And, so it happened. We went to the clinic and I had all the tests done, but mummy stayed overnight with me so I would not be afraid.
The following morning the doctor checked me and said ‘yes I can go home and Dr Stone and Mummy would have the results in a few days.
The following few days were just routine for me, but, quite a worrying time for Mummy.
It was four days later when Dr. Stone rang to let Mummy know the results and Mummy had a lovely smile on her face at the end of the telephone call.
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The following morning things had returned almost, to normal with the managers and Mummy having meetings and sorting what has to be done, whilst in the meantime the twins kept me entertained with playing with me and taking me for walks in my pram.
Several days passed and suddenly it was New Years Eve and once again everyone gathered for a party and to celebrate the arrival of the New Year.
Of course this was not something I would be allowed to partake of for I would be snug, safe and sound asleep in my cot. The New Year would arrive without me.
When morning broke, Mummy and everyone came into my nursery to wish me a Very Happy New Year and each gave me a little kiss on my cheeks.
Mummy then bathed me and put me in clean nappies and my prettiest pink and white rumba panties....plastic lined of course. She then selected my white dress, bonnet, with pink lace edging and white bootees with pink ribbon ties which were neatly tied into precise bows; finally was a pair of white mittens also with pink ribbon ties.
Once I was dressed and looking pretty Mummy carried me to the dining room and put me safely in my high chair. When the chairs harness was all joined together and I was safely in place she then tied a bib around my neck, smoothed it down my front to protect my dress, she then placed the chairs little table in place ready for my brekky.
It was New Years day and the start of a whole new life for me really. It felt to me as if my previous weeks and months in my new life were really a practice for this day when a whole new lifetime would begin. I had all but forgotten my past as the love and affection shown me now really overwhelmed me and I had no need to recall the bad times.
Being a holiday, of course the twins came round bright and early and it wasn’t long after they arrived that I was in my little matinee coat and well wrapped up in my pram for Amanda and Rebecca to take me out for a walk.
It was a sunny day, although snow lay upon the ground, but, the twins left the apron of my pram folded back and everyone we passed, stopped and chatted to the twin, wishing them a Happy New Year and the ladies gently stroking my cheeks wished me a Happy New Year too; but, they also commented upon how pretty I looked. The twins then wasted no time and made a point of telling people how Mummy had made my dress and accessories.
About an hour into my walk Amanda pointed out it would soon be time for my bottles. Rebecca leaned over my pram to put my blankets around me so that I would be warmer, placed the apron over my pram and commented to Amanda....phewww, it is not only bottle time for her and they laughed, and so they turned around and began to walk briskly to get me back home.
Once home Mummy was a little annoyed that I had been in a dirty nappy for so long, but the twins did point out there was nowhere warm to change me and Mummy told them they were right of course. I was then taken to my nursery where the twins were allowed to undress me, and bathe me in my little baby bath to get me all nice and clean again.
Then it was the usual procedure of zinc and castor oil cream, followed by a liberal coating of J&J baby powder; the usual combination of nappies; two folded as soakers, placed side by side within the main nappy and pinned into place. Clean plastic panties, but this time Mummy said to put a romper on me. So the twins found the prettiest one they could, put that on me with matching Angel jacket, bonnet and bootees I was all ready to go back to the lounge where everyone else was gathered.
Once we arrived in the lounge, Uncle Ted was waiting with one bottle for me while Auntie Betty had the second one waiting.
I remember hearing Auntie Betty saying to Mummy ‘I cannot believe this is a young man really, she seems so happy now’. Mummy agreed and said who knows what the future holds for her.
It was only to be two days before the beginnings of that future would be sorted as Dr. Stone called to let Mummy know that all arrangements were made for me to go into the private clinic for further tests.
Mummy asked how long these would take and the doctor said it would just mean an overnight stay and back home the following day to await results.
And, so it happened. We went to the clinic and I had all the tests done, but mummy stayed overnight with me so I would not be afraid.
The following morning the doctor checked me and said ‘yes I can go home and Dr Stone and Mummy would have the results in a few days.
The following few days were just routine for me, but, quite a worrying time for Mummy.
It was four days later when Dr. Stone rang to let Mummy know the results and Mummy had a lovely smile on her face at the end of the telephone call.
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FARMERS BABY 28
Mummy called Cherie and Charlie into the lounge.
I was Sat upon Mommy's lap; she cuddled me in and made me cosy, fed me the remains of my last bottle and announced....." I have some SUPER/ SPECIAL news for everyone; but especially Theresa if she will accept.
Continuing to feed me the last of my bottle she said "This is something only Theresa can decide.
Mummy looked me very seriously in the eye and told me what Dr. Stone had told her. She told me I was more girl than boy and a small operation would put everything right: But, I would be a little girl and a whole happier.
Mummy told me I could 'Never' be whole boy and would always be affected by my girls side
Laying in Mummy's arms I asked her what will happen to me now. She explained it would need a little operation and I would be a WHOLE girl baby.
I asked her if everyone would love as they do now, she surprised me when she told me not only would it make her sooo happy, she asked Cherie her opinion too.
Cherie simply said 'I only know our little one as a baby girl' this would be the cherry on the icing.
Cherie came over to me and said 'sweetheart you will NEVER be a boy or man, you are too beautiful'.
I was pondering all this. A lifetime in dresses, nappies, and suddenly having no feeling in that nappy with my tiny, tiny man's bit.
Aunty Betty came into the room suddenly and looked at everyone's serious faces asking ,'Has the world just ended?'.
When Aunty Betty was sat down Mummy explained everything to her and asked her opinion. ie should i should I not.
Aunt Betty simply said 'She makes a very sweet little baby girl and if she is wise she will stay as she is'.
Mummy looked at me with love and pleading in her eyes asking 'Will you be my sweet little girl and be a WHOLE baby girl?'.
'Does it mean I will still be loved as I am now Mummy?'
She looked at me with a smile on her face and told me if I agreed I would be the most precious thing on this farm.
How could I argue. I agreed to the operation and Mummy told me even if she passes away Uncle Ted would look after me and look after everything.
I asked Mummy if she was going away and she explained she was not, but anything happened I would be safe.
At this point Mummy decided I had had a stressful day and it was time for me to have a sleep. So at that point Charlie walked in after spending time leaning on the door-frame listening came in, picked me up and said, may I take our new little girl to her nursery?'