I awoke from a most startling dream in which I, eighteen-year-old Alan, became a four-year-old girl, Alice. What I realized upon the second that I opened my eyes was that my dream had come almost completely true; I was still eighteen years old, but I had large breasts and a newly formed vagina, evidently concluding that I looked like a young girl, only sexier and older! Once I got out of bed, I noticed that I was stark naked and I found that my room, formerly all blue with fancy decorations, was all pink and girly, and now I had a closet of dresses, diapers, panties and bras that Mom had bought for me. Fortunately, nobody was looking outside or into my room. I looked in the mirror, and to my surprise, I saw that I was the same girl with shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair that I had dreamt of being instead of the brown-haired mop-top I normally was, but one thing remained unchanged: that I still had brown eyes, although prettier and sexier, because Alice's eyes in my dream were brown like mine in real life. I was entirely a girl, and I felt certain that I would permanently remain a girl. My dad died before I was born, so my mother must have done all this while I was fast asleep. She always wanted a daughter, so she tried dressing me up like a girl during the summer (I had just graduated from high-school), and finally she got what she wanted: a girl who behaved like a baby.
I put on a new pair of pink panties, a matching pink bra and a fancy turquoise tutu with frills and white lace in front to make it look like the dress Alice wore in Alice in Wonderland. "Alice!" Mom shouted from downstairs. "Come down here and get ready!" "Okay, Mommy!" I responded, suddenly noticing that my voice had changed from a manly baritone to a soothing soprano. With this, I got excited and suddenly wet my new pair of panties. When I came downstairs, Mom noticed what had happened. "Oh, dear! You've wet your new panties! You need a diaper, darling?" Mom asked. "Yes, Mommy," I replied. "Let's see if we have any," she thought. "Oh, I guess we don't!" she said later. I was old enough to do my normal daily tasks – combing my hair, brushing my teeth, etc. – but Mom did three new tasks for me – inserting a tampon into my new vagina, applying a pad to my panties and powdering my bottom. Since my hair was longer, I put it into a pair of cute pigtails by the sides of my head like those I had envisioned in my dream, and we were off. The mall we went to was different from what you would typically see; it did not resemble a typical mall at all. Every store had something either about being feminine or being an adult baby.
After stopping at Victoria's Secret, Claire's, the Baby Center, Adult Baby Girl's Dress Central, Adult Baby Girl Supplies and Baby Toy World, we came to the beauty salon, where the owner, Janet, asked my mom what she wanted. "I don't want anything at all, Janet," she answered, "but my daughter Alice would like to have her hair permed, shampooed and set." "I can do that," Janet replied. "Hooray, Mommy! I've always wanted to get my hair done at the salon!" I shouted. "She seems excited," Janet said. "Yes, she is," Mom replied. "She should also have her nails polished and straightened." I had seen Mom get her hair permed and set when I was a boy, and finally I got to have the chance to do that. My hair was cut first and then it was wound on small rods and permed, a process that took about forty-five minutes, followed by half an hour under the dryer. After that, it was shampooed and set on small curlers. This process also took about forty-five minutes with yet another half hour under the dryer. Next, my hair was rinsed and pin-curled for a further half hour. When my hair had dried, Janet teased it and put it all up in a fancy Cinderella updo and asked what color she should paint my toes. "Turquoise," I told her, and my nails were filed and painted within fifteen minutes. With all of these processes, Mom took photos of me because I had always wanted to see how cute I looked as a girl. Soon after she finished photographing, the updo was taken down and Janet asked Mom how it should be styled. "Alice enjoys wearing little more than a pair of pigtails," she said, "so you can style her hair like that." "I want pigtails with cute curly ringlets, Mommy!" I giggled. "I can do that, Alice!" Janet replied, so she styled my hair in ringlets like I had asked for using the curling iron and she put them into a pair of cute pigtails, and before we left, she applied makeup and lipstick to my face as well. "What a wonderful day I had, Mommy!" I shouted as we entered the car. I'll always remember the first time I went to the salon as a girl.