rose by any other name by allie elle (PG)
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rose by any other name by allie elle
a corp exec is caught by a machine in an industrial accident. he has to learn to view the world with another set of guidlines
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Characters  (Baby Food, Baby Bottles, etc.), (SciFi), (Age Regression) - Rating  A Little Violence - Chapters: 1
Published  08.05.06 - Completed: No




A Rose By Any Other Name By Allie Elle
A businessman is
caught in the middle of an industrial accident at his factory. He faces a fresh
start looking at the world through a different set of guidelines
. Chapter One.
Where to start my tale, I suppose I'd better introduce my self. I am Simon
Dervish now known as Jackline; I was a rather successful businessman now I
struggle to make sense of the world around me. Everything is on a much larger
scale and doing things for myself is hard. The other thing is don't get me
started on the education system and its treatment of special children. Chapter
one: thorns. I sat in the bar, as was my usual habit on a Friday evening, the
week had been a hard one. I relaxed with a low alcohol beer as I avoided strong
alcohol, as I hated the loss of control. Rachael the full time barmaid was
leaning against the bar top looking at me. She was a fairly good-looking woman
who also looked motherly with her good looks. I took a swallow of the watery
brew as I considered my weekend, as usual I would be on my own. I was a plain
looking man, not too overweight or too thin. My face was fairly plain also,
because of my work I did not have a social life apart from this one night sat
drinking chemical beer every week. As I sat there talking to Rachael, William
the other bar staff arrived and Rachael was finally free from her job. She liked
me it seemed, for about an hour after her shift she would sit and talk with me.
These times were precious to me as I could relax and forget about the factory
and the pressures of work with the laboratories. I avoided talk about my work
with her and mainly talked about family and our pasts. I was an orphan as my
parents had been killed in an auto accident when I was about three. Rachael had
been an only child and childless due to her lifestyle, she told me that she
would love a daughter. I smiled and put myself in the mental position of being
the person to give her, her wish. Not that I would get past first base with her.
That night I was feeling particularly lonely as I stayed past my usual time and
was sat in the corner of the bar talking to Rachael. I was happy for the first
time in many years, my life was work so talking to a pretty woman was a nice
change. Rachael was a happy go lucky woman and was always ready with a joke or
two to lift someone's spirits. I left the bar and walked back to my car in the
lot, I was not feeling very sleepy so I drove back to the lab complex where I
was the administrator. I had programmed Rachael's number in my cell phone and
thought that maybe I would call her about 8 am tomorrow. I walked into the lobby
of the labs and nodded to the security officer that sat at his station. I walked
slowly through the labs to my office, my broom closet sized office right next to
the biomechanics lab. I sat at my desk and booted up the system, the department
logo of the double helix flashed up on the screen for a few seconds as the
computer warmed up. I pulled up the files of the budget of the department and
stared listlessly at the jumbled screen of number that marked my job. I sighed
as I sat back to stare at the finances of the labs and the department and a
ledger entry caught my eye. As I worked I stopped for a few seconds and flicked
the switch that would lock the connecting door to this section. Now it was me
time, with heart beating I opened up a file cabinet and from the base withdrew a
small case. This was my secret my deepest wish, I acted adult and male holding
down a well-paid job. I was also fairly good at chatting up women but my biggest
problem was that I saw any woman as either a big sister or a mommy. With a
slight tremble at being caught out I opened the case and gently with reverence
lifted out the contents. First out was a ringlet wig, followed by a dress of
deep green velvet with white collar and lace at the hem and the arm holes also a
wide white satin sash belt. Under that there was a set of petticoats and under
that there was frilly plastic lined rhumba panties with a cloth diaper. Also
ankle socks with a pair of white Mary Jane shoes with a flower on the toes. I
stripped and put on the diaper sealing the Velcro and pulled the rhumba panties
over the thick cloth. I made sure the diaper was sealed behind the elastic and
plastic of the panties. I shrugged into the petticoats these I adjusted so they
were fluffed out. Before the dress I put on the ankle socks, which had a lacy
frill and the shoes. Then I got into the dress fastened the buttons at the front
and clipped the sash belt together so the bow was sitting at my back. I pulled
on the wig and fluffed that out too. I got a pink pacifier and started to suck
on it as I worked. I relaxed and the inevitable happened as the chemical beer
had worked through my system. Slowly I stood up and my guts cramped, I had no
wish to soil the diaper so I walked through into the biomech lab. As I fumbled
for a light switch on the unfamiliar controls, a red light on top of a camera
lit up. I walked across the field of the camera and the sensors attached to it.
I waddled because of the thickness of the diaper and its wetness. I made it to
the bathroom just in time, I walked back into the lab and stood in front of the
camera wondering what it was for. Along side it was a platform and I stepped
onto it to look at the top of the unit. A white light filled my vision and a
grid of red lines scanned across my body. My body started to feel warm and
twinges pulled at my muscles. The lab seemed to get larger or was it that I was
shrinking, my clothes were getting larger. There was a strong tingling in my
groin and my clothes slipped off my body. I did not realize that I had steeped
onto the platform of the latest machine of the biomech boffins. I had been
programmed to reform the subject into a juvenile female form. As this
transformation was taking place which lasted about fifteen painful minutes for
me. Rachael had turned up at the lobby of the labs to return my wallet, which I
had left on the table at the bar. She walked up to the security officer at his
station and talked him into letting her through to the area where I worked. The
officer overrode the locks remotely and allowed her to walk through with
directions to my office. As she reached the corridor that lead to the biomech
labs, she looked through the observation windows and she swore at what she saw.
On a platform there appeared to be a girl of about three surrounded by a thin
metal cage. She was furious at the treatment of the child, she threw open the
door and stormed into the lab. The computer system recognized the presence of a
human who had entered the lab. It dropped the cage and she stepped forward to
pick up the child in her arms. "Wacheal, it me thimom!" "Hello honey what's you
name?" Rachael asked gently. "It me thimom, it me wacheal!" The child seemed to
get agitated. Rachael hugged the child held the child tightly and she walked
back to the lobby. As she carried the child through the corridor towards the
lobby she felt the front of her blouse get wet. The child struggled against the
embrace of the woman. Inside I was screaming at Rachael that it was me in here
and wondered why she could not see it. Then a pressure in my bladder released
and I screamed aloud as I realized that I had just urinated all over the woman
who I had hoped to become my girl friend. I started to struggle against the
embrace as my body became warm through the embarrassment. Rachael reached the
lobby and stood in front of the security station, she was shouting at the guard
and the guard was as shocked as she was. He dialled the director of the labs and
told Rachael to wait, the wait lasted for about half an hour in which time the
guard had called a relative to deliver some clothes and diapers for the little
girl. Finally I was dressed in a cute pink romper suit and the dreaded diaper,
Rachael was tickling me to get me to smile. I had retreated to a state of
passivity where I can allow the ministrations of others to take place with
little reaction from me. The guard had pulled the camera images of the lab,
which had switched on as the transformation had completed. Thankfully it did not
show me prancing around in the dress and diaper. The cleaning robots had cleaned
away the clothes from the platform and had carried the clothes to the
incinerator. So there was no evidence of my fetish to tell people what I had
been up to that night. The robots had also cleaned my clothes from the office.
The guard was trying the cameras to see if he could find my presence somewhere
in the laboratories. David arrived he was a brilliant man in his thirties, the
best administrator for the labs. He bustled in and with a jovial voice, to him
it was always first name terms with everyone. "Well Wallis what has caused you
to call me at this ungodly hour?" "Good day David there seems to be a problem,
this child that the young lady is holding was found in lab seven." "Good day to
you my lady and little lady as well." David showed a smile. Rachael looked at
the jovial young scientist. She looked hard at him wondering what his angle on
this was as it was his lab complex. Rachael was about to launch into a tirade
about the use of children in experimentation. David stopped her with a gesture
and he looked sternly at the young lady holding the child in her arms. "Miss I
do not use any human conscripts in my works here, this child must be from the
protestors but how they got her in is a mystery." Rachael stood there holding
the struggling infant, she nodded and turned to the door of the complex. She
carried the child to her car to take the child to the authorities. Then she did
a double take as the child had found a pen and paper, with a look of
concentration it was as it seemed scribbling but it was writing in a childish
script. It was three words and the words burned into her soul the further
mystery of the lack of the presence of Simon was possibly answered. 'IT ME
SIMON' it read and Rachael looked at the shaky script and she burst out
laughing. The infant looked furious and punched a tiny fist onto the car seat,
then she started to cry as the pain of the blow hit her hand. Rachael picked the
child up and looked into the eyes that met hers, they were a baby blue. She then
made crooning noises to calm the sobbing infant. "Is it you for real Simon?" The
child nodded and that caused Rachael to look deeper into the child's face. She
saw the marks of the regular of her bar on the face. It was the face that would
have been of any daughter from his genes. She had considered asking Simon to
move in with her as he seemed a good person and she realized that, she would
have to move in with her now as she could not live on her own be cause of her
apparent age. Rachael carried the child back into the lobby and stood facing the
director. She explained to him who this child actually was. David looked at the
small figure and he frowned, he then signed a cheque and told Rachael she now
worked for him. Her job was to be my nanny, the death of my adult body would be
arranged. The project I had unwittingly become a subject of was run by the
government and now would have to be terminated. The termination of project Adam
would be an explosion in lab seven where a facsimile body made to a replica of
my records, which was being done now by robots, would be found. Wallis was
having a good laugh at my predicament and David turned to him his face purple
with rage. He bunched his fist and shook it at him. He was furious at the guard
and he stood face to face. "Wallis we have just lost a member of staff you
heartless pratt!" He shouted, "He was a member of the god ****ed company show
some fucking respect" "Mister Travis watch you language please, there are ladies
present." Rachael told him sternly. "I'm sorry Ma'am many apologies definitely
with a child present as well." I was still in Rachael's arms and was getting
angry at the way they were talking about me. I started to fuss about the
treatment I was receiving, to my surprise instead of my body tensing with the
anger my now tiny bladder emptied into the diaper I was wearing. This caused me
to struggle more, Rachael did the usual motherly duty of checking my diaper
which was only slightly wet. My emotions were rampant and I started to cry
loudly. "Me amt dead me here" I sobbed even my syntax was that of a toddler.
"Yes sweetie your here but Simon is dead, we cannot reverse the process as you
would really die" David explained to me, the tone of his voice was that of an
indulgent adult to a toddler who had asked a silly question. Rachael then
carried me back to her car, in the time that they had been speaking David's
driver had managed to get hold of a child's car seat. My anger at the world had
turned to depression, here I was I had got my wish as an adult. To be treated as
a baby girl by a woman why the hell was I not enjoying it. Rachael strapped me
into the car seat in the passenger side of her car and my tears were making me
drowsy. They say the clothes maketh the man well let me tell you the body maketh
the child. I was starting to feel my eyelids get heavy and I started to drowse.
Rachael and David had thrashed out a story for my presence, I was Francine her
goddaughter. My mommy was called Sandra who was a close friend from Rachael s
school days. She had given custody of me to Rachael as she had died of cancer. I
was three and a half and the shock of losing my mommy had caused me to regress.
Sandra had also left a large house on the outskirts of the city and her whole
fortune to Rachael to care for me. This was all a lie, the house was owned by
Travis industries and at the present time a nursery was being decorated for me
there. For the next few days I had to act the part of the disturbed child.
Rachael was to act the part of the grieving friend. I was to live with Rachael
at her apartment for a few days whilst the decorating fumes died down. The sun
was peeking over the skyline as Rachael pulled into the lot in front of a mall.
She woke me up gently and after checking my diaper yet again she carried me into
the mall. She headed straight for a store that solely sold baby equipment and
using cash from a huge wad that David had given her bought a stroller, a diaper
bag, baby bottles and cloth diapers and rhumba panties. She changed me in the
store straight into a thick cloth diaper and a pair of the frilliest pink rhumba
panties she could of bought. Then came a confection of frills and ribbons that
she had found in the store. She ordered the rest of my wardrobe and paid extra
to have it delivered to her apartment. We left the mall but instead of going
back to the car she wheeled me to a park where she set the stroller facing a
bench then she sat down. "Simon are you okay?" "What do yu fimk!" I replied.
"David is sorry that this happened he has set us up nicely though." "Me domt
cawe, me stuk wike dis." "There's one thing that makes me wonder sweetie, if it
was anyone else they would be finding a way to throw that small body off a
bridge or suffocating them selves." The dam burst and in my infantile syntax I
explained my fetish and fantasy, about the fact that I had even dressed in my
diapers and dress at the lab if I was working late and no one was about. Rachael
s face went from disgust to shock to understanding then happiness in seconds. I
went on to explain in the past I had paid professional mommies but it was never
real. She then butted in to my explanations and with a smile said to me that she
had mommied a couple of men like me over the net. To her it was a chance to have
something like a child but it was never real. We talked me in my toddleresse and
her like a mom to her child. She censored a lot of her talk to make it
appropriate for my apparent age. We made a pact I was to be Francine completely;
she was to be my mommy to help me grow up again. During our talk she had filled
a bottle with apple juice, she lifted me to her lap as we finished and she put
the nipple to my lips. I was thirsty but the humiliation I still felt was
foremost in my mind and first off I refused the proffered nipple. Then the body
took over and I reached forward and latched on slowly draining the sickly sweet
juice. To my body this was ambrosia and soon the bottle was empty. We went back
to the car and we drove to her apartment, we pulled into the underground lot
that served her building. As Rachael pushed me into the lobby of her building,
the security officer looked up. He smiled as he saw what to him was a sweet
toddler in a stroller. Rachael waved to him as she walked through the lobby. We
entered the elevator and Rachael pressed the button for her floor, the ride was
quiet as we travelled to her floor. We entered her apartment and by the door
were the bags from the store, Rachael spent half an hour unpacking the bags into
cases to keep up the pretence. I spent that time sat on the floor in her lounge
playing with some toys. The TV was on and an advert for a doll flashed up, the
bright colours caught my attention. I found myself wanting the doll and
wondering if it was as bright as the advert proclaimed. "Mama, mama!" I shouted
and Rachael looked into the lounge, "ME, WAMT ME WAMT!" I pointed at the screen
excited. Rachael looked at me and shook her head at my behaviour. I did not
realise I had just referred to Rachael as my mommy. I played happily whilst
Rachael worked allowing the simple pleasures ant the lack of pressure to allow
me to relax. After a meal where my food was most definitely geared towards a
toddler I was bathed and dressed for bed. My bed for the night was a travel crib
set up next to Rachael s bed. The bath was nice as Rachael stripped and held me
in the water next to her as she washed me. She was dressed in a baby doll
nightdress with frilly panties, I was dressed in a matching baby doll and
plastic lined rhumba panties and we cuddled on the sofa watching a Disney movie.
I fell asleep and Rachael carried me to her bed room but instead of putting me
in the crib she cuddled me and I slept for the first time in my life in the same
bed as a woman albeit I was a infant girl. I slept with the thought that maybe
nightmares were misunderstood fairy tales and wondered what my future would be.
But that was to come.
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 rose by any other name by allie elle
a corp exec is caught by a machine in an industrial accident. he has to learn to view the world with another set of guidlines
Stories
Characters  (Baby Food, Baby Bottles, etc.), (SciFi), (Age Regression) - Rating  A Little Violence - Chapters: 1
Published  08.05.06 - Completed: No




A Rose By Any Other Name By Allie Elle
A businessman is
caught in the middle of an industrial accident at his factory. He faces a fresh
start looking at the world through a different set of guidelines
. Chapter One.
Where to start my tale, I suppose I'd better introduce my self. I am Simon
Dervish now known as Jackline; I was a rather successful businessman now I
struggle to make sense of the world around me. Everything is on a much larger
scale and doing things for myself is hard. The other thing is don't get me
started on the education system and its treatment of special children. Chapter
one: thorns. I sat in the bar, as was my usual habit on a Friday evening, the
week had been a hard one. I relaxed with a low alcohol beer as I avoided strong
alcohol, as I hated the loss of control. Rachael the full time barmaid was
leaning against the bar top looking at me. She was a fairly good-looking woman
who also looked motherly with her good looks. I took a swallow of the watery
brew as I considered my weekend, as usual I would be on my own. I was a plain
looking man, not too overweight or too thin. My face was fairly plain also,
because of my work I did not have a social life apart from this one night sat
drinking chemical beer every week. As I sat there talking to Rachael, William
the other bar staff arrived and Rachael was finally free from her job. She liked
me it seemed, for about an hour after her shift she would sit and talk with me.
These times were precious to me as I could relax and forget about the factory
and the pressures of work with the laboratories. I avoided talk about my work
with her and mainly talked about family and our pasts. I was an orphan as my
parents had been killed in an auto accident when I was about three. Rachael had
been an only child and childless due to her lifestyle, she told me that she
would love a daughter. I smiled and put myself in the mental position of being
the person to give her, her wish. Not that I would get past first base with her.
That night I was feeling particularly lonely as I stayed past my usual time and
was sat in the corner of the bar talking to Rachael. I was happy for the first
time in many years, my life was work so talking to a pretty woman was a nice
change. Rachael was a happy go lucky woman and was always ready with a joke or
two to lift someone's spirits. I left the bar and walked back to my car in the
lot, I was not feeling very sleepy so I drove back to the lab complex where I
was the administrator. I had programmed Rachael's number in my cell phone and
thought that maybe I would call her about 8 am tomorrow. I walked into the lobby
of the labs and nodded to the security officer that sat at his station. I walked
slowly through the labs to my office, my broom closet sized office right next to
the biomechanics lab. I sat at my desk and booted up the system, the department
logo of the double helix flashed up on the screen for a few seconds as the
computer warmed up. I pulled up the files of the budget of the department and
stared listlessly at the jumbled screen of number that marked my job. I sighed
as I sat back to stare at the finances of the labs and the department and a
ledger entry caught my eye. As I worked I stopped for a few seconds and flicked
the switch that would lock the connecting door to this section. Now it was me
time, with heart beating I opened up a file cabinet and from the base withdrew a
small case. This was my secret my deepest wish, I acted adult and male holding
down a well-paid job. I was also fairly good at chatting up women but my biggest
problem was that I saw any woman as either a big sister or a mommy. With a
slight tremble at being caught out I opened the case and gently with reverence
lifted out the contents. First out was a ringlet wig, followed by a dress of
deep green velvet with white collar and lace at the hem and the arm holes also a
wide white satin sash belt. Under that there was a set of petticoats and under
that there was frilly plastic lined rhumba panties with a cloth diaper. Also
ankle socks with a pair of white Mary Jane shoes with a flower on the toes. I
stripped and put on the diaper sealing the Velcro and pulled the rhumba panties
over the thick cloth. I made sure the diaper was sealed behind the elastic and
plastic of the panties. I shrugged into the petticoats these I adjusted so they
were fluffed out. Before the dress I put on the ankle socks, which had a lacy
frill and the shoes. Then I got into the dress fastened the buttons at the front
and clipped the sash belt together so the bow was sitting at my back. I pulled
on the wig and fluffed that out too. I got a pink pacifier and started to suck
on it as I worked. I relaxed and the inevitable happened as the chemical beer
had worked through my system. Slowly I stood up and my guts cramped, I had no
wish to soil the diaper so I walked through into the biomech lab. As I fumbled
for a light switch on the unfamiliar controls, a red light on top of a camera
lit up. I walked across the field of the camera and the sensors attached to it.
I waddled because of the thickness of the diaper and its wetness. I made it to
the bathroom just in time, I walked back into the lab and stood in front of the
camera wondering what it was for. Along side it was a platform and I stepped
onto it to look at the top of the unit. A white light filled my vision and a
grid of red lines scanned across my body. My body started to feel warm and
twinges pulled at my muscles. The lab seemed to get larger or was it that I was
shrinking, my clothes were getting larger. There was a strong tingling in my
groin and my clothes slipped off my body. I did not realize that I had steeped
onto the platform of the latest machine of the biomech boffins. I had been
programmed to reform the subject into a juvenile female form. As this
transformation was taking place which lasted about fifteen painful minutes for
me. Rachael had turned up at the lobby of the labs to return my wallet, which I
had left on the table at the bar. She walked up to the security officer at his
station and talked him into letting her through to the area where I worked. The
officer overrode the locks remotely and allowed her to walk through with
directions to my office. As she reached the corridor that lead to the biomech
labs, she looked through the observation windows and she swore at what she saw.
On a platform there appeared to be a girl of about three surrounded by a thin
metal cage. She was furious at the treatment of the child, she threw open the
door and stormed into the lab. The computer system recognized the presence of a
human who had entered the lab. It dropped the cage and she stepped forward to
pick up the child in her arms. "Wacheal, it me thimom!" "Hello honey what's you
name?" Rachael asked gently. "It me thimom, it me wacheal!" The child seemed to
get agitated. Rachael hugged the child held the child tightly and she walked
back to the lobby. As she carried the child through the corridor towards the
lobby she felt the front of her blouse get wet. The child struggled against the
embrace of the woman. Inside I was screaming at Rachael that it was me in here
and wondered why she could not see it. Then a pressure in my bladder released
and I screamed aloud as I realized that I had just urinated all over the woman
who I had hoped to become my girl friend. I started to struggle against the
embrace as my body became warm through the embarrassment. Rachael reached the
lobby and stood in front of the security station, she was shouting at the guard
and the guard was as shocked as she was. He dialled the director of the labs and
told Rachael to wait, the wait lasted for about half an hour in which time the
guard had called a relative to deliver some clothes and diapers for the little
girl. Finally I was dressed in a cute pink romper suit and the dreaded diaper,
Rachael was tickling me to get me to smile. I had retreated to a state of
passivity where I can allow the ministrations of others to take place with
little reaction from me. The guard had pulled the camera images of the lab,
which had switched on as the transformation had completed. Thankfully it did not
show me prancing around in the dress and diaper. The cleaning robots had cleaned
away the clothes from the platform and had carried the clothes to the
incinerator. So there was no evidence of my fetish to tell people what I had
been up to that night. The robots had also cleaned my clothes from the office.
The guard was trying the cameras to see if he could find my presence somewhere
in the laboratories. David arrived he was a brilliant man in his thirties, the
best administrator for the labs. He bustled in and with a jovial voice, to him
it was always first name terms with everyone. "Well Wallis what has caused you
to call me at this ungodly hour?" "Good day David there seems to be a problem,
this child that the young lady is holding was found in lab seven." "Good day to
you my lady and little lady as well." David showed a smile. Rachael looked at
the jovial young scientist. She looked hard at him wondering what his angle on
this was as it was his lab complex. Rachael was about to launch into a tirade
about the use of children in experimentation. David stopped her with a gesture
and he looked sternly at the young lady holding the child in her arms. "Miss I
do not use any human conscripts in my works here, this child must be from the
protestors but how they got her in is a mystery." Rachael stood there holding
the struggling infant, she nodded and turned to the door of the complex. She
carried the child to her car to take the child to the authorities. Then she did
a double take as the child had found a pen and paper, with a look of
concentration it was as it seemed scribbling but it was writing in a childish
script. It was three words and the words burned into her soul the further
mystery of the lack of the presence of Simon was possibly answered. 'IT ME
SIMON' it read and Rachael looked at the shaky script and she burst out
laughing. The infant looked furious and punched a tiny fist onto the car seat,
then she started to cry as the pain of the blow hit her hand. Rachael picked the
child up and looked into the eyes that met hers, they were a baby blue. She then
made crooning noises to calm the sobbing infant. "Is it you for real Simon?" The
child nodded and that caused Rachael to look deeper into the child's face. She
saw the marks of the regular of her bar on the face. It was the face that would
have been of any daughter from his genes. She had considered asking Simon to
move in with her as he seemed a good person and she realized that, she would
have to move in with her now as she could not live on her own be cause of her
apparent age. Rachael carried the child back into the lobby and stood facing the
director. She explained to him who this child actually was. David looked at the
small figure and he frowned, he then signed a cheque and told Rachael she now
worked for him. Her job was to be my nanny, the death of my adult body would be
arranged. The project I had unwittingly become a subject of was run by the
government and now would have to be terminated. The termination of project Adam
would be an explosion in lab seven where a facsimile body made to a replica of
my records, which was being done now by robots, would be found. Wallis was
having a good laugh at my predicament and David turned to him his face purple
with rage. He bunched his fist and shook it at him. He was furious at the guard
and he stood face to face. "Wallis we have just lost a member of staff you
heartless pratt!" He shouted, "He was a member of the god ****ed company show
some fucking respect" "Mister Travis watch you language please, there are ladies
present." Rachael told him sternly. "I'm sorry Ma'am many apologies definitely
with a child present as well." I was still in Rachael's arms and was getting
angry at the way they were talking about me. I started to fuss about the
treatment I was receiving, to my surprise instead of my body tensing with the
anger my now tiny bladder emptied into the diaper I was wearing. This caused me
to struggle more, Rachael did the usual motherly duty of checking my diaper
which was only slightly wet. My emotions were rampant and I started to cry
loudly. "Me amt dead me here" I sobbed even my syntax was that of a toddler.
"Yes sweetie your here but Simon is dead, we cannot reverse the process as you
would really die" David explained to me, the tone of his voice was that of an
indulgent adult to a toddler who had asked a silly question. Rachael then
carried me back to her car, in the time that they had been speaking David's
driver had managed to get hold of a child's car seat. My anger at the world had
turned to depression, here I was I had got my wish as an adult. To be treated as
a baby girl by a woman why the hell was I not enjoying it. Rachael strapped me
into the car seat in the passenger side of her car and my tears were making me
drowsy. They say the clothes maketh the man well let me tell you the body maketh
the child. I was starting to feel my eyelids get heavy and I started to drowse.
Rachael and David had thrashed out a story for my presence, I was Francine her
goddaughter. My mommy was called Sandra who was a close friend from Rachael s
school days. She had given custody of me to Rachael as she had died of cancer. I
was three and a half and the shock of losing my mommy had caused me to regress.
Sandra had also left a large house on the outskirts of the city and her whole
fortune to Rachael to care for me. This was all a lie, the house was owned by
Travis industries and at the present time a nursery was being decorated for me
there. For the next few days I had to act the part of the disturbed child.
Rachael was to act the part of the grieving friend. I was to live with Rachael
at her apartment for a few days whilst the decorating fumes died down. The sun
was peeking over the skyline as Rachael pulled into the lot in front of a mall.
She woke me up gently and after checking my diaper yet again she carried me into
the mall. She headed straight for a store that solely sold baby equipment and
using cash from a huge wad that David had given her bought a stroller, a diaper
bag, baby bottles and cloth diapers and rhumba panties. She changed me in the
store straight into a thick cloth diaper and a pair of the frilliest pink rhumba
panties she could of bought. Then came a confection of frills and ribbons that
she had found in the store. She ordered the rest of my wardrobe and paid extra
to have it delivered to her apartment. We left the mall but instead of going
back to the car she wheeled me to a park where she set the stroller facing a
bench then she sat down. "Simon are you okay?" "What do yu fimk!" I replied.
"David is sorry that this happened he has set us up nicely though." "Me domt
cawe, me stuk wike dis." "There's one thing that makes me wonder sweetie, if it
was anyone else they would be finding a way to throw that small body off a
bridge or suffocating them selves." The dam burst and in my infantile syntax I
explained my fetish and fantasy, about the fact that I had even dressed in my
diapers and dress at the lab if I was working late and no one was about. Rachael
s face went from disgust to shock to understanding then happiness in seconds. I
went on to explain in the past I had paid professional mommies but it was never
real. She then butted in to my explanations and with a smile said to me that she
had mommied a couple of men like me over the net. To her it was a chance to have
something like a child but it was never real. We talked me in my toddleresse and
her like a mom to her child. She censored a lot of her talk to make it
appropriate for my apparent age. We made a pact I was to be Francine completely;
she was to be my mommy to help me grow up again. During our talk she had filled
a bottle with apple juice, she lifted me to her lap as we finished and she put
the nipple to my lips. I was thirsty but the humiliation I still felt was
foremost in my mind and first off I refused the proffered nipple. Then the body
took over and I reached forward and latched on slowly draining the sickly sweet
juice. To my body this was ambrosia and soon the bottle was empty. We went back
to the car and we drove to her apartment, we pulled into the underground lot
that served her building. As Rachael pushed me into the lobby of her building,
the security officer looked up. He smiled as he saw what to him was a sweet
toddler in a stroller. Rachael waved to him as she walked through the lobby. We
entered the elevator and Rachael pressed the button for her floor, the ride was
quiet as we travelled to her floor. We entered her apartment and by the door
were the bags from the store, Rachael spent half an hour unpacking the bags into
cases to keep up the pretence. I spent that time sat on the floor in her lounge
playing with some toys. The TV was on and an advert for a doll flashed up, the
bright colours caught my attention. I found myself wanting the doll and
wondering if it was as bright as the advert proclaimed. "Mama, mama!" I shouted
and Rachael looked into the lounge, "ME, WAMT ME WAMT!" I pointed at the screen
excited. Rachael looked at me and shook her head at my behaviour. I did not
realise I had just referred to Rachael as my mommy. I played happily whilst
Rachael worked allowing the simple pleasures ant the lack of pressure to allow
me to relax. After a meal where my food was most definitely geared towards a
toddler I was bathed and dressed for bed. My bed for the night was a travel crib
set up next to Rachael s bed. The bath was nice as Rachael stripped and held me
in the water next to her as she washed me. She was dressed in a baby doll
nightdress with frilly panties, I was dressed in a matching baby doll and
plastic lined rhumba panties and we cuddled on the sofa watching a Disney movie.
I fell asleep and Rachael carried me to her bed room but instead of putting me
in the crib she cuddled me and I slept for the first time in my life in the same
bed as a woman albeit I was a infant girl. I slept with the thought that maybe
nightmares were misunderstood fairy tales and wondered what my future would be.
But that was to come.  


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 Princess are kind, brave, beautiful and determined they can do or be anything 
                                  
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