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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’.  â€˜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.