Babykins; My Contribution To The Family
We were a typical
family among some that were not. Dad started off as a carpenter,
working on building new houses. Then he specialized in bathrooms and
kitchens as his experience grew. Now that he is up in his forties, he
started playing around with furniture. Of course, he was in hog
heaven, new specialized tools were needed to build furniture, his
shop out behind our home getting a total revamp. Then his oldest
daughter got married, and soon they were expecting. He built all of
the baby furniture, a crib, changing table, high chair, play pens,
you name it the baby had one of them.
Our parents were
kind of the only normal ones among their friends, most of the major
lifestyle choices more than prevalent among their group of friends.
One half of one of these couples requested a crib to be built, after
seeing the one that Dad had built for his soon to be grandchild. This
one was to be a little different, sized to handle an adult baby. They
seemed genuine in their request, after Dad found the size needed, it
was no problem for him to crank one out in the new size. Well, after
the friend saw the crib, took some pictures and sent them to their
friends, Dad suddenly had orders for fifteen of them in varying
sizes. The workmanship was outstanding on all of them, just the way
Dad did things. Built from solid oak, mitered and jointed for
strength, and varnished to preserve the finish of the completed
product, they would last almost forever keeping their little charges
confined, or is that large charges.
Within a couple
of weeks more orders come in, once the customers found out he made
other baby furniture too. Soon he had a backlog of orders for adult
baby furniture. His prices were fair, but he always made sure he made
money on the materials and labor. It wasn’t very long before one of
his buddies was employed to help Dad, for ever piece completed there
were two to three orders placed for more and varied furniture.
Another month
passed, and then our parents called for a family meeting, my two
sisters, myself and our parents were in attendance. They wanted to
capitalize on this unexpected type of business. Dad, of course, to
continue making the furniture. Jennifer the older sister was going to
look into buying related items that could be sold to some of the same
customers we had for the furniture. Betty the younger of my sisters
was going to publish a catalog both online and a printed version for
those that desired it. Mom was already sewing some baby things, the
first few items she made sold out quickly. It seemed there was a
large demand for anything adult baby related, especially as we
treated them just like a regular customer, no matter that the items
they bought were not main stream in any way.
Once everything
was laid out, it was now time for Mom to fill me in on what my part
would be. I noticed everybody got up and left the room except Mom. I
swallowed hard, maybe I am in trouble here. She asked me to come and
sit on the couch next to her. As I did so I saw the letters from my
high school laid out carefully on the coffee table. She turned to
face me, waiting for me to say the first words. The lump that was
wedged in my throat was not moving at all so nothing came out of my
mouth. She waited, patience has always been one of her strong points.
She leaned back against the sofa, smiled a little then pointed to the
letters again.
“If you
remember we have had a discussion about your studies almost every
week. I asked how you are doing, wanting to know if there was
anything I could do to help. Since I received the first letter there
has been fifteen discussions up to now. Your answer always the same,
I am doing fine in all my classes with no difficulty. I have let it
proceed along, waiting to see if you were going to ride it out, or
eventually beg for some help. Then I started getting letters about
absences from school, supposedly authorized by me. Your skill at
forging my signature is quite legendary, but unfortunately for you a
career as one is not going to be a viable option.”
“Then came the
final letter, telling us that you flunked your final exams and will
not be graduating this year. Now your father and I have had hopes for
you, but you seem to be of another mind. Since you are not eighteen
yet, we have decided to make some changes in your life. We have given
up hope of your graduating and maybe college. That was a dream
apparently only shared by your Father and I. Since you live under our
roof, it will be necessary for you to do something to help the family
in our new found business. With you poor grades and lack of a diploma
it will have to be something we feel that you are capable of, nothing
too complicated or difficult.”
“Of course,
unless you want to fend for yourself, you will be subject to our
rules and desires. For lying to us many times and willfully forging
my signature you are grounded for life. Before you protest, you are
damn lucky I settled for something that easy. Dad had in mind
paddling your ass until you could never sit down again, and that was
only for a starter. If you misbehave I can always let Dad have a turn
at your discipline.”
“I suggest that
you go to your room, and think of all the chances you have had to
make things better and willfully chose to ignore every one of them.
You will not be getting dinner tonight, so plan accordingly. You and
I have an appointment in the morning, as we get you ready for your
job to help the family. I suggest you convince yourself to accept our
choices, I guarantee you will not like the results if you protest or
complain. Just think two disappointed parents, now having to deal
with a child that has no education and no desire to succeed at
anything.”
“I do not want
you out of your room for anything and I do not want to hear a word
from that mouth of yours. Be ready at eight in the morning, hair
combed and teeth brushed. Now go.”
I quickly made it
to my room, shaking a little as I made my way there. Mom has always
been the disciplinarian in the family, her no-nonsense approach and
her fairness made her feared if you ever crossed her. I think I have
crossed over the fence too many times. As she was telling me of my
new life her voice never raised once, her cold calculating manner
making itself known. I think all of her kids were scared of her, I
know my sisters always yielded to her wishes with never a word spoken
in protest. Once or twice my sisters had offered me some advice, it
was always do what Mom says. I was aware of how Mom is, but decided
to try and slip one past her. I absolutely hated school, the teachers
were boring and I could see no benefit to graduate just to work some
job in retail. I doubted my life would be anything else but some
menial job at minimum wage.
It was a boring
night, I had my stereo on but turned way down not wanting to make
things worse. I did think about the things I did, maybe not the
smartest things that I had ever attempted. Then forging her signature
on the letters excusing my absence seemed so easy. I just never
thought that I might get caught at it. Then there were my studies, it
just seemed such a waste of time. I will never use this shit in real
life, when is the last time Dad used calculus in his work. Mom never
writes a composition, too busy taking care of her family. About one
AM I drifted off to sleep, only to be rudely awakened by my alarm
clock just before seven in the morning. I laid there for a few
minutes then remembered what Mom and I will be doing today and
instantly got out of bed. I was ready fifteen minutes later, sitting
on the bed waiting for Mom to either call me or come to get me.
Mom came sweeping
into the room, some things under her arm. She blindfolded me with a
scarf, laid me back on the bed and told me to stay perfectly still.
Her tone was definitely do not mess with me this morning, when I
reached up with my arm it was slapped hard and laid by my side. My
pants were lowered after the belt buckle was undone, they were now
residing around my knees. My shirt was unbuttoned and I was
encouraged to sit up. The shirt instantly removed from my body as
soon as she could get it up my arms. I have never seen her like this,
my arms got slapped three more times impressing on me to stay still.
My boxers were slid down with my pants, then my shoes removed and my
pants and boxers were soon to follow.
Now naked she had
me raise my butt and something was slid under it. She gathered the
material and pinned it at my sides. It took me a couple of minutes to
figure out what she was doing, suddenly my mind figured it out. She
just put me in a diaper. Something was slid over my hands and buckled
at my wrists. As I tried to move my fingers they were now trapped in
the item she had put on my hands. I heard the door open and my sister
come in the room. Her only words were how cute. My blindfold was
slipped off, I took one look at my body and groaned.
I am sure I was
beet red, in a diaper and naked just like a baby. I was led out of
the house and then to Mom’s car. The back door was open and I saw
the car seat waiting for me, most likely. Something new that Dad put
together, larger than most car seats, but designed the same way. I
tried to apply the brakes but one push and I was right next to it.
Sis helped me up and slipped me into the seat. She made sure I was
secure, every strap tightened leaving me helpless. Now that I was
secured, I looked at my hands and saw mittens. My hands were now
useless, maybe I could pick something up with both hands, but nothing
else was possible. A pacifier was slipped into my mouth and the strap
fastened behind my head. I tried real hard to ignore it but before
she backed out of the drive I was sucking on it. I was terrified of
what is happening, but even more of what was going to happen to me.
The pacifier was something to take my mind off of what is going to
happen.
I tried to figure
out where they could be taking me, but nothing made sense. When they
pulled up in front of the beauty salon Mom uses, I knew this was
going to be bad. I hadn’t got around to what they would do to me, I
was more concerned about being seen in a diaper with a pacifier in my
mouth. Sis helped me out of the car seat, set me on the ground and
then took my hand as she led me inside the salon. No shoes just some
thick socks over my feet. The receptionist made a big fuss over me,
every comment she made brought more embarrassment to me. I so wanted
to run away, but where and how. Finally I was taken back to a room at
the back of the salon, where Mom informed the technician what was to
be done to me. I just stared at Mom, she can’t do this to me, I am
her son, it isn’t right.
My thoughts were
apparently wrong, the technician presented some forms and Mom signed
them after showing the tech a legal document giving her full legal
authority over me. I glanced at it, it was signed by a judge and
notarized, leaving me not much say anymore. I lived at home was not
eighteen and subject to what my parents decided for me. Now they had
somehow got even more control over me, through a court, I guess my
actions have now come back to haunt me. I tried stomping my feet,
just like a child trying to get attention and his way. I found myself
being jerked by my arm over a chair and my diaper lowered. To my
utter humiliation I was spanked hard until the tears came streaming
down my face. Jerked back up to my feet, Mom’s face right in front
of me. “Now be quiet, or we can continue that line of therapy until
we wear your butt out.”
That did it for
me, mouth closed tight and standing there as quietly as possible. My
butt hurt real bad, it seemed like it was on fire. I did move my legs
once or twice trying to find a spot a little more comfortable. It
turned out that was not possible. A sniff or two escaped, I was
trying so hard to keep quiet. I received another stare from Mom, but
that was it. Her and the salon technician talked for quite a while
and after things were settled, I was laid on the table, the diaper
around my ankles was removed and a couple of straps applied to my
body to keep me from going anywhere.
I was
embarrassed, naked and being seen by Mom, Sis and the lady tech. I
was pathetically flat, not even a twitch coming from my male organ. I
was at the age that it worked, I have used it exclusively for several
months, once I found out what was possible. Let’s just say that my
hand and my male apparatus were on a first name basis. Let’s face
it, now we are both scared shitless at what is happening.
Warm wax is
spread over my body, a small area at a time. A cloth is pushed into
the wax and then jerked off, the wax and my body hair coming with it.
There was no areas missed, I was now baby smooth all over. I was
always small for my age, small enough to fit in a slightly altered
child seat in the car. Now with what little body hair I had gone, my
closer resemblance to a baby is a real concern.
My hair is washed
and conditioned, then cut into a girly style. When curlers are added,
the presumption that I will be a female baby is confirmed. Mom is
sure making her point, everything done to me stating loud and clear
how much I have screwed things up for myself. Then makeup is added to
my face, blush on my cheeks and a pink lipstick on my lips. Then we
have to discuss what they did to my eyes. Long lash extensions were
glued to my existing lashes, then coated with mascara. The tech doing
it telling me I didn’t need to worry about reapplying it myself,
all the makeup they used is semi-permanent, good for at least six
months. I closed my eyes, a tear or two escaping from my orbs.
At that point I
knew my fate, no matter what I did I would become an adult female
baby, for the foreseeable future, apparently the only task they feel
I am qualified for. Now all those classes in high school didn’t
seem so worthless. Way too late to change things now, maybe I can get
some time off for good behavior if I am a good baby.
My mittens were
taken off, my hands secured to a table in front of me. One tech for
each hand, my nails are extended and polished the same shade pink as
my lipstick. Soon my toenails are done to match, a look at all of
this and I again close my eyes, hoping that when I reopen them all of
this will be just a dream. Of course, there is no such luck a cute
adult female baby, although a quite a bit larger than a normal baby
is the only image in my reflection. Okay a lot larger than a regular
baby, but cute though so I am told. Mom shows back up, packages in
each of her arms, I am sure more humiliation for her new baby
daughter.
A new diaper is
put on me, by now I really needed to pee, but I had already figured
out that I would have to use my diaper. A pair of plastic panties is
slid over them, then a girly dress is added to finish the look. She
checked over what they had done, then asked if they could handle one
more treatment. She conferred with the tech doing most of the work, a
smile coming to the techs face. She left the room and came back with
two forms that she applied to my lower legs. The straps holding them
on, fit securely holding my feet en pointe. I wondered what this had
to do about being a baby, but couldn’t figure out any connection.
Two shots one in each leg and I was ready to go. The forms would stay
on, to be taken off later after the shot had done its job.
Sis wheeled in a
stroller, another product of dad’s imagination and skill. I was
helped into it and we were off. I was wheeled out to the car, then
Sis again helped me into the car seat. Our apparent destination is
home, I was glad all of the crap was over for at least another day.
Back into the stroller and wheeled into the house. My bedroom was
upstairs and I wondered how that was going to work now with the
braces on my legs. While I was at the salon, everybody else was quite
busy, now I am pushed to the guest bedroom, my apparent new home. As
we entered I was shocked, the whole bedroom had been converted to a
nursery, for the new baby, me. My head swiveled around trying to see
what all had been done to the room. The whole room was full of baby
furniture, a crib, a changing table, a play pen the most notable
pieces.
There were
mobiles hanging from the ceiling, bookcases filled with toys and
dolls, and an open front dresser loaded with diapers and plastic
panties. Sis helped me up from the stroller and into the crib, then
attached a strap to secure me in the laid down position. I tried to
whisper to her that I needed to use the rest room, but a smile and
her pushing on my belly only caused me to pee in the diaper. Some
help there Sis.
Mom asked me if I
enjoyed my day, I was sure it was a rhetorical question, she wasn’t
expecting an answer. She had something in her hand, and then asked me
to open my mouth. I reluctantly did so and she grabbed my tongue with
a pair of tongs and snapped something around it. It expanded behind
my teeth as she twisted it, locking my tongue securely in its grip
and I was no longer able to remove it from my mouth. I tried to say
something but no intelligent words were possible. Only guttural
sounds escaped my lips. Mom smiled and told me that all my
nourishment was to be delivered by a bottle, eating solid foods is
now impossible only liquids from now on. Your bed time is seven each
evening, tomorrow we start filming our baby enjoying her new home and
furniture. By tomorrow night you will be a star on the internet and
helping the family to financial independence.
“Maybe your
recent actions were not the wisest choice, but it will work out in
the end. Let’s face it, being a baby is the only job you can
perform any more. You are well qualified, wearing diapers from now
on, cute as can be, and dressed appropriately for your new job. Maybe
school was not the right choice for you, now you can cry and babble
all you want, being a baby is so easy, your destiny now assured.”
I so wanted to
talk to her to express my sorrow for my stupid actions and plead for
mercy, but the only sounds out of my mouth were a baby babbling about
nothing. Then when I least expected it a baby bottle was shoved into
my mouth, my source of nourishment for the future. Just like the
pacifier I started sucking, the warm milk trickling down my throat
filling my stomach.
When the bottle
was emptied, I was helped onto Mom’s lap and she held me tenderly,
patting my back until I burped. I could get used to the holding and
hugging real quick. The warm milk made me sleepy, so I was helped
back into the crib and strapped in. A mobile above the crib was
turned on, the cute little teddy bears dancing above my head, keeping
my eyes busy until I closed them and drifted off into slumber land. I
do remember sucking on the pacifier after finishing the bottle,
something about the action making me content and relaxed.
Waking up to a
wet cold diaper is far from enjoyable, but seems to be my future. I
tried to get somebody’s attention, but the few noises escaping my
mouth were far from attention getting. I laid there watching the
mobile spin above me, lost in thought. I now deeply regretted my past
actions, way too late to change anything, my parents now convinced
this is all I am capable of. Maybe they are right, even now my mind
only focused on my teddy bears spinning above me and when my next
bottle might appear. Oh and my cold wet diaper, that has to come
first.
When I pooped in
my diaper and the smell wafted towards my nose, I began to get
frantic. Someone needs to help me, I might drown in my own urine and
poop. I heard some footsteps, the door opening and Sis wrinkling her
nose at my smell. I was helped over to the changing table a strap
over my stomach to keep me from falling off. I was cleaned, the wet
cold baby wipes actually feeling good. There is nothing worse than
warm poop to deal with, believe me. A new diaper, then some plastic
panties to keep me from leaking. I was moved to the playpen, laid in
the middle of it and several dolls were added to keep me occupied. I
had no intention of playing with them, a bit of rebellion coming to
the forefront. That was quickly dispelled as Sis placed one in my
hands and made to hug it. It felt good, so I held it tight looking it
right in the eyes. As if the doll could respond I tried to talk to
it, the gibberish coming out of my mouth probably only understood by
my dolly friend.
I came to the
realization a few moments later that I was being videotaped. I looked
across the room to see Sis with her camera taking in my conversation
with Dolly. I blushed red, what they had told me was going to happen
is already underway. I wonder what my friends will say when they see
the video on the internet. Maybe if I am confined to my nursery I
will never have to hear the remarks. I went back to playing with my
doll, something to keep me from thinking about my situation. A couple
of minutes later I realized I was having fun, a simple endeavor that
made me feel good.
A new bottle was
brought to me and I eagerly consumed its contents. Then after being
strapped into my crib I was off to dreamland again. I don’t
remember the specific dreams, but had a warm cared for feeling when I
woke up. Also another wet cold diaper. I started crying, the only way
I had to communicate my distress. Mom came this time, cleaning me up
and changing my diaper. She used an extra thick diaper this time,
telling me that would keep me dryer, so I would not have to be
changed as much. She also took off the forms on my lower legs and
helped me to stand on the mattress. I soon found out what the forms
did. I could no longer stand on my feet, the pain in my calves
putting me on my butt quickly. A few new tears appeared, I was so
stupid in my actions, now I am paying for it in spades.
Mom did hold me
again on her lap, patting my back until I burped. On the way to my
playpen she stopped at a mirror, to show me what I looked like now. I
blinked my eyes not believing the image I saw. With the makeup and
hair style there was no doubt of my gender. As I was placed down in
the playpen, she kissed my cheek, you are so good Babykins.
Apparently that is my new name. Robert is no longer, replaced by a
cute female baby, that baby is now me, Babykins.
The mobile was
turned on and as I watched the teddy bears spinning overhead I
slipped off into dreamland again. I had heard mother in the past tell
her oldest daughter that is all babies do, drink their bottle, wet
and poop their diapers and sleep. I seemed to be doing good at all
three, just like a baby.
The next few
weeks were very intense as I was constantly in the lens of the
camera, everything I did recorded for internet posting. The furniture
was there, but now also the clothes Mom was making and the things
that Sis was buying for resale. I had pacifiers, hair barrettes,
mittens, baby booties, and just about anything else that was related
to an infant on me at one time or another. It wouldn’t have been as
bad if this was limited to the daytime hours, but the ones I modeled
were mine to be used in my care and dressing. So as I was made ready
for bed, a couple of barrettes were placed in my hair, a pair of baby
booties on my feet and a pacifier in my mouth was the standard for my
sleep time.
It was several
weeks later when Mom came into the nursery to have a talk with me.
She wanted to know if I was enjoying the life of a baby, or if I
missed all the things I used to do. I listened to her and took a few
minutes to think of my answer. In the mean time she had removed my
mouthpiece, which she did once a week, to let me answer her without
any hindrance. I guess I did miss my male life some, although looking
back, it seemed fake and restricting. As a baby I had no worries,
other than somebody to get my bottle and change my diaper. Usually a
few wails and someone would be at my side to tend to me. I didn’t
really miss solid food, my formula was quite tasty and kept me
feeling full and content. Also was responsible for making all my poop
runny and smelly.
My first words
were garbled, since I seldom used my voice other than crying to get
the needed attention. I looked up at Mom then put my hands up to get
her to pick me up. She did smiling as she set me on her hip. I leaned
over and kissed her cheek, then she returned the kiss on the end of
my nose. I giggled a little, then laid my head on her shoulder.
“I am really
sorry for what I have done in the past, if I am helping the family
being your baby I am fine with the life. I liked to be handled,
cuddled and loved. A good feeling spreading through me when I am. It
is nice to not worry about things, knowing someone will take care of
me. I am not sure about later in life, it is not fair for you to have
to take care of me, but I do love you and want to be your cute baby
forever.” I reached for the mouthpiece with my mittened hands
wanting it put back in, then cuddled in her arms with my head on her
shoulder.
I apparently fell
asleep, the next thing I remember is waking in my crib, my teddy
bears swirling above me. My diaper was wet again, I don’t remember
going to the bathroom this much before my introduction to babyhood. I
heard the door open and looked to see who was going to change my
diaper this time.
If the mouthpiece
would have allowed it I am sure my mouth would be wide open, Jennifer
my former girlfriend was standing there trying hard to contain her
giggles. She walked over to get a closer look, then reached down into
the crib and straightened one of my pigtails. I got tickled, causing
me to babble that much more. She reached her finger inside the edge
of my diaper checking to see how wet I was.
“Oh, I can see
baby is wet, don’t worry I will get you changed and then we can
play together.” I gave her a funny look wondering about what she
was talking about. Play together, this does not sound like the
Jennifer I know.
I should say
ex-girlfriend. I dated her a few times then we decided to make it
boyfriend and girlfriend. That worked for a couple of weeks until I
was caught dating another female. Nothing was said at the time she
caught me, but it was only a few days later when she informed me it
was over. What was worse when she caught me I was kissing my date
with a lot of tongue, anybody could see it was not just a casual
date. Actually it was my second date with the girl, and we had
progressed farther than kissing. No outright sex, but a thorough
exploration of each other’s bodies had already been carried out on
the first date.
Jennifer took a
lot of pleasure in changing my diaper, made a lot of comments about
how cute I was and found the frilliest dress to slip onto me after
she had the diaper and plastic panties in place. She got me up on her
lap, then stuck the nipple of a baby bottle in my mouth. It wasn’t
my regular formula but some type of juice. She waited patiently while
I finished the bottle, then burped me. Then I was sat down on the
floor and handed one of my dolls to play with. I felt a brush going
through my hair, then her taking it and braiding it into two distinct
braids pigtail style. Of course, ribbons on the ends of the braids,
then followed by some lipstick on my lips. Another pacifier was put
in my mouth and she cuddled me to her chest. I was held tenderly for
quite some time, her leaning over every once in a while to kiss my
cheek or forehead. Finally I was placed back in my crib strapped in
and she left the room. I could hear her talking to Mom, but not what
was said. As usual I drifted off, visions of teddy bears dancing
above me.
A kiss on the
nose awoke me, Jennifer’s face just inches from it. I had wet my
diaper as usual, so she changed me, taking extra time to clean me and
powder me. Another bottle, then the pacifier was inserted. I was
getting sleepy, there must be something in the milk, one bottle and I
am out like a light. I thought I heard her tell me that I was going
to school with her, so that I could be part of their home economics
classes in taking care of a baby. Surely Mom would not do that to me,
exposed to all of my old friends as a baby.
It was a week
later when Jennifer appeared early, changing my diaper and slipping
one of my frilliest dresses on me. Mittens on my hands, booties on my
feet and I was placed in one of Dad’s strollers. Oh gawd she is
going to take me to school. I tried to get out of the stroller, but
she already had me strapped in. With the mittens on my hands there
was no way for me to undo the strap, so I reverted to baby talk. I
cried, babbled and sobbed trying to get her attention. This can’t
be happening to me. I repeated that over and over till we entered the
gates of the school. I was a mess, wet from all the crying and of
course wet from using my diaper. I no longer had to think about
peeing in my diaper, it just happened, not a good sign for the future
if I ever get to return to my male existence. Of course a baby, even
a larger than normal one drew a lot of attention. The girls in
particular were leaning over the stroller making faces at me and
touching my nose. I even got a few kisses on the cheek.
One guy who was
with his girlfriend looked at me and made a nasty remark. His
girlfriend slapped him so hard, I think I thought I felt the impact.
Then apparently kicked him in the shins in an equally vicious manner.
I heard her say if he opened his mouth one more time she will tell
the whole school his secret. I never saw him again that day.
I was taken to
the home economics class, where I was introduced to all the girls in
the first period. The rest of the day was a blur. I was changed,
bathed, fed, burped, and played with all day long, each new class of
girls getting to do all of the above. I missed my naps, so by late
afternoon I was grouchy and whiney. Did I mention that Dad had
brought a complete set of baby furniture to the school for the girls
to use? At lunch though I panicked, I was put into my stroller, then
paraded around the school, all of my former classmates being able to
see what I had become.
There was some
laughing, but I think a lot of the males came to the realization if
they goofed off like I did, this also could be their fate. A very
sobering fact for most of them. I was laughed at but no comments were
made to me directly. The home economics teacher, Ms. Pepperdine
thanked me for coming today, and informed me I would be here every
other Wednesday to help the girls learn to take care of babies. Since
I could not say anything, I just babbled some more, not exactly what
I wanted to hear, but nothing I could do to change things. I so wish
I could start over, the things I did getting me in this position,
with absolutely no future except more of the same. Then I realized I
was actually starting life over, this time as a baby.
I was never so
glad to see our house when Jennifer pushed me up to the front porch.
If I can just talk to Mom about being used as a baby at the school,
surely she will have a little sympathy for me. So who comes out our
front door to greet me, dear old Mom. She smiled asking me if I
enjoyed my day at school. “Just think seeing all your old friends
and them getting to play with you, surely you couldn’t want
anything better than that.”
Nope Mom is not
going to save me from future embarrassment. I imagine if I ever get
out of the baby phase I will have learned my lesson, Mom was going to
make sure of that.
Now though I had
been wondering if the baby thing would ever end. It has been four
months, and I am more committed to the lifestyle than before. For one
thing I have no control of my peeing and pooping that was lost a
couple of months ago. I can’t walk, if allowed out of my crib or
play pen, my only mode of moving is too crawl. I seldom use my voice
now, the contraption in my mouth allowing only babbling, the few
times it is removed when I am checked on, forming a word to speak is
almost impossible. I am content, most of my needs are handled and I
do love my dollies and teddy bears often spending time talking to
them in my baby language. I still hate baby food from a jar, but
every few days my dislikes are ignored and I am forced to eat at
least three jars of the crap.
On a Monday I
noticed all of my family hustling around the house, getting dressed
and preparing for something special. Then Mom and Jennifer descended
on me and I was bathed, diapered, and dressed in a very colorful baby
dress. Booties were placed on my feet and my mittens were slipped on
my hands. Some lipstick and I was carried out to the car and put in
my car seat, Dad doing the honors. He drove us to an area behind the
mall and I was beginning to get worried, this I think is the area
where the salon that I had been taken too initially was located. We
did drive past the salon, I had been biting down on my pacifier until
we went past the place.
He pulled into a
parking lot, came around and removed me from the car seat and put me
in the stroller which they had brought along. Pushed into a building,
the sign behind the counter said it was Becky’s daycare. I almost
bit through the pacifier, they are going to leave me in a daycare as
they do whatever there have to do. This just can’t be happening.
Mom talked to the lady at the counter giving her my bag of diapers,
formula and a change of clothes. Another lady was already taking hold
of the stroller and preparing to take me to the back. I hand my arms
up wiggling them back and forth wanting to be picked up desperately
by Mom and not left here. Mom leaned down, kissed me on the nose and
told me to be a good baby. Then turned and left. I immediately
started to cry, they left me with strangers, and have abandoned me. I
wailed and wailed, finally one of the ladies found one of my bottles
in my bag and shoved it in my mouth. I was still not happy, but a
bottle to comfort me a little was better than nothing.
I was removed
from my stroller and placed in a crib, the waist strap tightened to
make sure I wouldn’t be going anywhere and a mobile turned on above
my head. It wasn’t my teddy bears but I was soon asleep none the
less.
A little while
later a couple of teenagers came to check on me, found a soaked
diaper and proceeded to change me. They talked about me, wondering
how I ended up as a baby, changed my dress, brushed my hair, and then
fed me another bottle. I got kissed and one of them leaned over,
picked up my dress and blew on my stomach causing me to screech and
babble away. I got kissed on the cheek and they left, the bottle of
warm milk doing its usual and I was soon fast asleep.
I was so happy to
see Dad come and get me to take me home. He carried me in his arms
while I hung on to him with all of my strength. I was so happy when
the car door closed and I could look out the window and see the
daycare facility fade away. Even happier when he pulled into our
drive. I never found out why I was left at the daycare facility, but
every trip in the car caused tremors of fear until something other
than the daycare came into focus.
I spent all of my
time as a babbling baby, always diapers, baby bottles and confined to
a crib or play pen. Jennifer turned out to be a regular fixture
around the house, changing my diapers, feeding me my bottle and
playing with me. I could never figure out her fascination with me,
but I did appreciate her company. Life as a baby can be lonely, the
teddy bears and dolls I played with were alright but lacked something
personality wise.
I was already an
internet sensation, having a presence in all of the social media
sites. Of course other than my pictures and videos I had no part in
the conversations or comments left for me. Sis handling all of that
for her baby sister.
One day a few
weeks later there was general turmoil in the house, things were moved
and new things added here and there. Jennifer took me for a stroll
around the neighborhood in my stroller, then to the park for a while.
It was several hours later when we returned, my main concern was my
flooded diaper. Behind Dad’s shop was a separate apartment,
probably a servants quarters when the house was first built. That is
where Jennifer headed when we entered the yard. It looked quite a bit
different than the last time I remembered seeing it. As a child I
played in the apartment, somewhere to play on a rainy day. Mom was
standing there as she opened the front door so Jennifer could push
the stroller inside. I was taken out of the stroller and carried into
my new nursery, even Jennifer could carry me now since I had lost so
much weight. It was still hard for her, but if she got me positioned
right on her hip she could manage.
I looked around,
my eyes wide with amazement. Just like my old nursery but even more
feminine in appearance. No door to open and close just a mesh netting
that could be closed trapping me in the room. With mittens on and
unable to stand on my feet I would be limited to this room until
taken out. New baby furniture all with a pinkish finish to the wood,
fitting in with the new décor. There was a rocker over in the corner
that Jennifer eased her body into, then called me over. I crawled
over and was then helped up onto her lap.
She fussed with
her top, then laid a portion of it down unveiling her breast. I
looked up at her, swallowed then leaned over and put my lips around
her nipple. Her nipples were swollen, a few sucks from my mouth and I
was rewarded with warm milk. I eagerly attached myself to that
nipple, determined to get every drop of milk from her. A little while
later I was switched to the other nipple, more milk for my eager
mouth. I fell asleep on her lap, a nipple still in my mouth. I felt
myself being picked up, but not wanting to let go of my warm wet
nipple. Jennifer eased a finger into my mouth and broke the
connection and I was helped off and placed in a crib. I was so full I
was instantly back asleep content for a while.
I never did end
up talking again, Jennifer is my Mother now, seeing to my care and
loving. I have baby sitters if needed, and of course all the latest
baby furniture and clothing. I sometimes get to lay in bed with
Jennifer, where she plays with me late into the night. One day I was
told I might have a baby sister or brother someday, not really
understanding what she was telling me. It would be nice if I had
someone to play with other than Mommy.
I am happy, being
a baby is probably the only thing I could do, and I am told I do it
so well. I do make a contribution to the family, Jennifer has
mentioned often that my share of the family profits will keep me in
diapers forever. Just as long as I have the love of my Mommy, a
baby’s life is what I want.
© 2016 thru
2024 by Francesca