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Constance Vanderworth, the matriarch of the Vanderworth clan paced the
large living room while her nephew Lawrence stood quietly by. She
studied one of the stories on the front page of the local newspaper
concerning him. It wasn't the top story mind you but nonetheless, it
was front page. "Millionaire Playboy Totals New Ferrari In Downtown
It gave all the details, all the details about the women, the clubs, the
nightlife, the reckless attitude and the story that led up to the
accident then continued on by giving a written chronicle of poor
Lawrence, billionaire heir, nephew to the Constance Vanderworth family
that had followed his exploits since he was a child. "I am so glad your
parents aren't alive to see what you've become Lawrence. You're a
disappointment to say the least!" Constance said as she put the paper on
the table. "What is it Lawrence? How can it be that a privileged young
man like you, who had everything he could ever want or even imagine
could turn out to be so absolutely worthless, hummm?" she queried.
"I...I don't know, I don't know what I want. I guess I just don't fit
in," Lawrence returned meekly brushing the shock of blonde hair away
from his eyes as he stood there meekly.
"You don't fit in?" Constance pondered. "Your cousins Reginald and
Hawthorne have done quite well, they fit in. They've lived a privileged
life as well, but they still had to work hard. Hawthorne has taken over
much of the company and has overseen its growth, and Reginald has become
a very successful corporate attorney for us. And then there's
Lawrence," she said looking on with disappointment wondering what to do
with her errant nephew.
He tried to apologize again as he had done dozens of times before but
this time Constance had had enough of Lawrence's playboy ways. "I've
decided that you need to learn some humility and some manners and with
luck you'll come around and finally become a productive member of this
family and not be a constant embarrassment to all of us. And since I
don't trust you out of my sight you'll stay here on the estate grounds
and start by being given a modicum of responsibility by becoming a
member of the full time staff."
"You mean a butler?" Lawrence said with a surprised smile. "You must be
joking. I won't do it!" he said, his anger building. "I'm entitled to
half of a three billion dollar fortune left to me and there's nothing
you can do about it dear Auntie!" he said.
"Oh but there is!" she said with a smile as she poured herself a cup of
tea from an expensive silver service. "You may have entitlements but
due to a writer in your late fathers will I have a measure of control
and determination over your future. You're not twenty one yet but even
then I am still executrix of the estate. You see my brother wanted to
see his corporate structure, his legacy continue on and he knew with you
at the helm of half of that empire it wouldn't be long until you'd
squandered away not only your share of the money but the families
reputation as well. You'll stay on for a time as a servant and when I am
satisfied you have indeed changed for the better you may rejoin the
family once again." She pushed a small button on the table.
"How long will that take?" Lawrence chided at his latest punishment
waiting for an answer.
"Months or years, it makes little difference to me Lawrence," Aunt
Constance said then continued. "Judith will take you to your new
quarters in the servant's wing?" she said as the middle aged lady, head
of the servant staff entered the room then led a reluctant and angry
Lawrence away to the servant quarters.
Things didn't go well afterwards. Lawrence appeared the next morning in
a proper butler's uniform starched collar shined shoes and all then
proceeded to serve the morning meal then go about his other duties of
cleaning and straightening around the large estate under Judith's
watchful eye. This lasted only a week though until Lawrence could stand
no more. "Where do you think you are going Lawrence?" his aunt said as
she watched him cross the living room in his casual street attire, keys
for the Bentley dangling in his hand.
"I'm getting out of here. I'll be back for my things later," he said
with authority as he continued towards the large front alcove.
"I don't think I made myself clear," Constance said. "You can leave of
course but the cars in the garage are off limits now! You could walk to
the bus stop down the road I suppose but then again that costs money
doesn't it?" she said looking on.
Lawrence pulled out his billfold brimming with gold and platinum credit
cards and breathed a sigh of relief to see several 100 dollar bills
tucked neatly inside the folds of the expensive leather wallet. "I've
got about $2000 dollars, that should do for a start," he said as he
"And then what?" Constance queried.
"I'll take the bus to the car dealer and get another car! I can go
anywhere do anything with my credit," he continued.
"That used to be true but I am sorry to say that all your credit through
the family has been frozen, that is until I am satisfied that you have
become a responsible adult. Your credit cards, your line of credit, and
all of your borrowing capabilities have been nullified Lawrence. I've
notified all the banks and lending institutions we deal with that you
are no longer to have any signatory authority. You are still free to
leave and you still have your $2000 dollars of course but that won't
last long," Constance smiled as the noose tightened.
"I'll get a job then!" Lawrence said still determined to avoid the
humiliation of having to be a butler for the Vanderworth family.
"And what kind of job would that be dear? Hummm?" Constance said in a
melodic tone waiting for an answer. "You never bothered to finish
college, you never applied yourself to anything constructive except to
your hedonistic lifestyle and your playboy ways. I don't know of any
jobs in that field. And being so small and slightly built you'd never
last long at any construction or manual labor job. Look at your hands,
you've been counting money all your life. But before you leave know
this. Every time you leave and then return the punishment will grow,
and, we've made other arrangements as well. As you know, we're a
powerful family Lawrence, our corporate structure has quite a reach.
You might find getting a job, any job for that matter to be quite a
chore now!" she finished.
"I'll get a job and then you'll be hearing from my lawyer!" he said as
he left through the front door slamming it behind him.
"You'll be back," Constance said to herself with a smile as she watched
Lawrence walk down the long tree lined drive and towards the heavy iron
gate at the front of the tree lined property.
Lawrence had little luck at the Porsche dealer, all his high limit
credit cards had been either frozen or cancelled outright! Several
phone calls to his meager list of friends didn't solve anything either,
in fact they all sounded distant now and had little sympathy for him.
He then realized that Constance must have been busy, by contacting his
friends telling them not to interfere or help in any way. After another
bus ride Lawrence soon realized he was on his own. He was turned away
from the fancy hotels, the restaurants and even found himself barred
from his favorite watering holes.
He finally stood inside at the door of a run down apartment peeling off
three, one hundred dollar bills as his new landlord dressed in a T-shirt
looked on chewing his stub of a cigar scratching the frazzled whiskers
at his chin and raising an eyebrow at the sight of the crisp new notes.
Lawrence handed them to the grizzled man who crumpled them tightly in
his grasp. "Trash pickup is in the back, Tuesday's only. No pets and
no loud parties!" Then motioning with his thumb as he chewed his cigar
studied Lawrence. "Bathroom's down the hall, bring your own towels."
The squeaking door swung shut with a thud as the man shuffled off down
the hallway while Lawrence moved through his dingy furnished apartment.
The dusty odor of mildew and a trace of spoiled food filled the air as
Lawrence moved through the room. He could hear the traffic noise on the
street and see the flashing neon of the downtown area. He moved the
tattered shade out of the way to open the window and after fighting to
get the window up was only met by louder noise and the smell of bus
fumes. He took a seat at the creaky kitchen table then noticed the
tattered mismatched chairs. He then wondered what he would do once the
money ran out!
He finally got a job washing dishes but at that low rate of pay it
wasn't enough to get by on and Lawrence knew it wouldn't be long until
the rent, the food and the bus fares emptied his reserves. But it
didn't matter because a week after he got the job Constance learned
where Lawrence was. After a short phone conversation with the manager
Lawrence was soon out of a job!
"Well, well Lawrence dear, so nice to see you've come to your senses!"
Aunt Constance beamed as the servant held the door and Lawrence entered.
"Alright, I've learned my lesson, back to being a servant. I'll go to
my room," he said as he wearily began moving towards the butler's
"Wrong way dear!" Constance said with a smile as she then led Lawrence
to the Maids wing and to his new room where Judith was already waiting.
"Are you out of your FUCKING MIND!?" Lawrence gasped as Judith took the
dress from the closet then held up the women's black satin maid's
uniform with a gleaming swish. This one wasn't the standard knee length
black frock the other maids wore for work, this one was made of shiny
black satin complete with frilly petticoats, cap and apron. And instead
of the comfortable black oxfords that went with the standard outfit he
noticed the several pairs of black patent leather pumps lining the
closet floor in the closet of the feminine room. He also noticed they
all had a six inch heel!
"I know it isn't our standard ladies uniform it's much more showy isn't
it?" Constance giggled as she took in Lawrence's amazement and shock
then watched that shock turn to anger.
"I did mention that if you failed to cooperate that your punishments
would increase didn't I?" she said. "Before your last tirade you could
have stayed on here as a butler and learned to become a proper gentleman
but now I am afraid you'll be spending that time working as a proper
"I don't think so," he protested.
"You've always been on the small side haven't you dear, barely five feet
tall and hardly 100 pounds dripping wet?" Constance quizzed Lawrence who
had to stand there and take it now, until he could figure a better way
out of this problem. "Such a small and fragile boy, and just the
slightest bit effeminate don't you agree?" she said to a smiling Judith.
"Yes from the beginning. A small boy who became a small and fragile
little man. Isn't that right Lawrence?" she continued. "I felt the
maid's outfit a suitable punishment. You wouldn't remember Judith
because it was before you came to be in my employ here but years ago I
discovered that dear Lawrence had a penchant for ladies lingerie and
dresses. I caught him in my room one afternoon playing dress up in my
things! It was quite a shock. I thought it might have been an
experimental phase with him back then it was strange to say the least,
but now I'm not so sure. But that doesn't matter because Lawrence's
exploits have gone far beyond that now haven't they dear?" Constance
said as Judith, still holding the satin maid's outfit up smiled and
stifled a giggle as Lawrence's shame began to show on his face.
"You'll see to the upstairs and then spend your days dusting. Judith,
see to it that Lawrence is properly dressed, made up and instructed
would you?" Constance said as a serving maid brought in a tray of food
for Lawrence and set it aside on a table. "He must be hungry, allow him
to eat then get him cleaned up. I want him properly dressed and then
busy working in the morning," she finished, and with that she turned and
left the room. Judith hung the dress back up and left the room for her
further duties while Lawrence took notice of the piping hot supper on
the serving tray. It didn't take him long to quickly begin eating his
The snickers and smiles from members of the other staff soon faded due
in part to Constance's orders and in their getting used to Lawrence's
daily presence as he minced about the large house dressed properly now
as a French maid! They all knew about Lawrence's punishment that was
now designed to break him and to force him into some resemblance of an
upscale gentleman and wondered how long it would take or if the process
Constance laid out would even work. The time passed and Lawrence found
himself droning through his days, doing his time. He wanted to leave,
wanted to walk right out once again but as the thoughts of that
miserable scruffy landlord and the miserable apartment returned to his
mind he continued on and did as he was told.
"You really must keep your seams straight dear," Constance said as she
approached Lawrence who was busy dusting a few days later. She saw to
it, then adjusted his lace trimmed cap, checked his abundant makeup and
his gloss red lips then adjusted his white, lace trimmed satin apron and
finished by retying it into a sturdy but large and feminine bow at the
back. She finished by fluffing his white nylon petticoats and smoothing
his gleaming black satin skirt. By now Lawrence had learned to curtsey
all to his aunts satisfaction. As he left with his ever present feather
duster she continued to watch as he minced and wiggled on his high
stiletto heels as he continued straightening and dusting. Satisfied
with her progress, she returned to her business in her large sitting
room of looking over reports and the company business.
The days and weeks passed. Then one month then another and another.
Finally Lawrence confronted his aunt. "I've had enough! When does this
end? I've done what you asked!" he questioned angrily falling out of
the feminine character Judith had seen to.
"My, my! Such an angry little niece aren't we?" Constance said as she
put her papers down, took off her glasses then looked to Lawrence who
stood nearby the large table in the sunlit sitting room.
"Niece!? I'm your nephew, your nephew Lawrence, remember!?" he said
angrily as he tossed the feather duster aside then pulled off his frilly
maid's cap causing several hair pins to "ping" as they arced through the
air falling to the floor. He then undid the white satin apron with a
swish and tossed it aside on a nearby chair.
"You are coming along nicely Lawrence dear, but you need so much more
conditioning. You need to show me a much better attitude before you
will be allowed back into the butler's wing. And then in another six
months maybe a year we can talk about you going back to college and
getting your life back in order," Constance said.
The thought of another strict routine with college and then a tightly
structured job and career didn't sit well for this billionaire playboy.
He wanted to do as he pleased and live the easy life he had grown
accustomed to. She watched as his anger began to build. "You're
pushing my patience Lawrence, don't make me add still more time to your
sentence here with us," she cautioned.
Lawrence would have none of it. He kicked off the stiletto heels and
struggled to find the zipper at the back of the black satin maid's
uniform. "I don't feel w...well," he said as he struggled. "I...I'm
not doing this anymore and I'm not wearing this shit anymore either!"
he said as the satin gleamed and the chiffon petticoats of the dress
swished and swirled until finally he had the front of the dress down
around his waist. He then struggled with the tight padded white satin
brassiere and finally tore it away in anger to reveal a change.
Constance smiled with satisfaction at seeing her nephew this way, and
now fully under her control.
"What have you done to me!" Lawrence screamed as she noticed the slight
jiggle of his slightly budding new breasts and how his areolae and
nipples were already enlarging and turning a darker shade of pink!
"I thought you might not be able to become a proper gentleman, to fit
into polite society, so I added a safeguard Lawrence dear," she said as
Lawrence's shook his head quizzically not knowing what to make of things
"Since you returned I've had you on a mild dosage of female hormones to
quiet you down dear," she said, "to make you more compliant. But I see
it hasn't worked the way I had planned," she said with a hint of
disappointment in her voice. "But there is still one more plan," she
said turning towards the door and nodding as Judith then entered the
Judith was larger and heavier built than Lawrence was and with his
maid's dress still around his waist it didn't take her long to seat him
in a sturdy chair near Constance's large desk. Lawrence was caught off
guard as she took the sturdy fleece lined cuffs from a bag she had with
her and quickly began by strapping Lawrence's wrists and ankles to the
chair then finished by cinching a lined leather belt around his waist
tightly until he couldn't move.
"You're a failure as a Vanderworth and you're a failure as a man
Lawrence. A limp wristed trust fund baby, a sissy who never had to work
a day in his life and has caused far more trouble than he was ever
worth. I've thought about it for a long time and have come to one
conclusion. You're a baby Lawrence, nothing more than a baby! You
don't do anything, you're not productive and on and on it goes doesn't
it? Well, I've decided that since you are a baby, we'll just continue
on as if you really were one! You won't have to work anymore, you'll be
looked after constantly and for the rest of your life you'll be pampered
and cared for and enjoy all the leisure you could ever imagine!"
Lawrence felt a bit of relief, that he'd won the battle with his aunt
Constance and that he'd finally get back to the way he was living
before. "Alright, I'm a baby, I admit it. So let me go, let me go now
huh?" he questioned as he struggled in his chair. But things turned for
the worse when he noticed Judith approach. He noticed her dousing a
large wad of cotton with chloroform.
She moved quickly behind Lawrence and cupped his chin tilting his neck
back. He then "Mmmfffdddd" in wide eyed surprise as she clamped the
chloroformed cotton over his nose and mouth! "Now just relax and
breathe normally Lawrence dear, it won't take long," Constance said as
she watched him struggle and strain at the straps refusing to breathe
until finally she heard him gasp and then cough as he began to breathe
in the sickly smelling potion.
"You'll be out for quiet some time but when you awake and finally come
to your senses I can assure you darling that you'll be well cared for,
you'll never want or have to worry about anything ever again," Constance
said with satisfaction as she watched Lawrence's struggles weaken and
then watched his eyes become glassy and then flutter as Judith, head of
the maid's staff continued to hold the fluffy cotton tightly over his
face. And then as Judith took the chloroform away and set it aside
Constance watched as the nurse unstrapped the sleeping Lawrence then
easily lifted his small frame from the chair and carried him away!
As the months passed it was mostly a dreamless state, punctuated by
strange voices and the occasional bright light that would come and go
and the feeling of being touched and prodded and then wheeled to and fro
and then driven around from place to place. Sometimes Lawrence would
enter an almost light sleep phase where he would imagine getting free of
his aunt Constance then taking his share of the estate and moving away
to live a life of his choosing but then the darkness would return again
and that floating sensation, that dreamless state would once again close
in. But finally Lawrence was once again back home secure within the
gated confines of the sprawling Vanderworth estate.
Lawrence heard a faint gurgle and then a slight giggling sound as his
eyes began to focus. He felt hands upon him once again but this time it
was different. There was a woman standing over him, smiling, talking
baby talk as she went over him with a warm damp wash cloth. The woman
continued on then dried him with a towel then after lifting him onto a
large changing table she began applying a liberal amount of baby powder
to his hairless naked form!
Consciousness returned gradually until Lawrence realized this time he
was finally awake! He blinked then stared wide eyed around the room
watching as the woman searched through the dressers and the closets
brimming with dresses gathering clothing until she approached with what
looked like a pink baby's outfit complete with a bonnet all done up in
satin frills and bows! He tried to move, tried to get up and to leave
but could only thrash and twitch! He tried moving his hands but could
only weakly flail his arms. He gasped and tried to speak at the
sensation of not being able to move on his own then noticed only a high
pitched girlish babble that sounded like the chatter of a baby! The
room he now recognized as the large corner room of the house that used
to be a small library had now been done over into a large babies room!
He noticed the large custom built crib, the large changing table and the
oversized baby stroller. He noticed the childlike paintings on the
walls and the wind up mobile that floated over the bed and chimed a
nursery rhyme as it moved round and round. He searched his thoughts
then remembered that his aunt had said she was converting the room. It
was quite apparent now that she had done just that!
He struggled to turn and managed to roll over onto his stomach but found
he was now so weak he could barely hold his head up! "Now now baby
dear," the woman cooed as she quickly flipped him back over then began
rubbing a baby wipe over his crotch. He twitched and flailed like a
baby as the woman worked then looked down to see her working the baby
wipe over his new, and quite hairless vagina! He gasped and twitched
again wide eyed, trying to form words from a now quite toothless mouth
as it contorted trying to form words but still only a babyish babble
He was quickly powdered and fitted into a diaper and then pink plastic
pants. The woman quickly continued with ruffled white satin panties
with lavish lace trim and pink satin bows at the front of each leg and
at the little waist! She then put lace trimmed ankle socks onto his
feet that were pointed like those of a ballerina. Constance had seen to
this as part of Lawrence's treatment by keeping his feet tightly bound
and immobile during his transformation to ensure his feet would always
look pretty and dainty and that he would now be forever incapable of
walking. It didn't matter though.
The series of injections to Lawrence's spine atrophied and diminished
the nerves in his spinal column leaving him permanently with the
coordination and limited strength of an infant. The voice was a bit
tougher to manage but with most of his vocal cords removed and the
remainder tightened into a very high register all he could do now was
coo and babble in a curious baby girl's voice!
His mind began to spin as the pink satin booties were affixed to his
pointed toes and secured up around his ankles in big pink satin bows.
He was then fitted into a white nylon chemise of sorts and then fitted
into a frilly, beribboned pink satin dress which securely zipped and
buttoned up the back. The lady tied the bow securely then after combing
his wispy blonde hair and putting a pink satin ribbon on the top she put
the matching pink satin bonnet over his head and secured the sash into a
pretty bow under his chin.
She then lifted the now "babified" Lawrence in her arms and moved to a
large reclining chair where she sat and cradled him in her lap. He then
watched in horror as she unbuttoned the front of her dress and after
slipping down the strap and lacy cup of her white nylon slip she
unhooked the top of one of the brassiere cups to expose a large and
pendulous breast. She was wearing a nursing bra! He realized as he
then noticed a droplet of milk already forming on the erecting nipple!
Lawrence became rigid. He struggled and twisted as the lady held him
across her lap trying to steer her engorged nipple to his mouth but he
resisted. "Come now baby Kimberly," she said as she tried further
rocking in the chair holding him tight trying to comfort him but it was
no use. She finally re-hooked her brassiere, put her slip back into
place, then buttoned her dress. She then laid Lawrence in his large
crib and wound the musical mobile. "I sure hope you start feeding soon
sweetie," she said as she tucked Lawrence into bed. He watched with
wild eyes as she dimmed the lights then left the room closing the large
white door behind her!
"I'm sorry mum, but the baby won't feed. It's been a week and we ladies
are getting a bit worried," the kind lady said as her and four others
stood in Constance's sitting room office. She began handing out the
sizable weekly checks to each of the ladies comforting them. "She's
just coming around, but don't worry, when she gets hungry, she'll eat.
I'll accompany you in the morning for the first feeding, it'll be fine
you'll see," she said with a smile ushering the ladies out of the room
thanking them for their time for the previous week.
Lawrence struggled in his crib, he pulled at the sturdy white plastic
covered rails at the side of the crib but couldn't pull himself up. He
tried further but could only flail his arms, he could hear the swish of
the pink satin sheets as he struggled to kick his legs but could do
little more. He gasped, tried to yell out for help but once again the
"goo, goo" babble returned ending his efforts to try and speak! He was
forced to lay in the crib and stare at the baby like pictures on the
wall and watch as the mobile slowly twirled above him quietly chiming a
The next morning Lawrence heard the large white door to his room open
wide and saw the woman from the night before enter followed by his aunt
Constance. He noticed the word "Nursery" on the outside of the door
then looked out into the familiar hallway to see he was indeed back at
the mansion and in the upstairs room that used to be the small library.
He heard the ladies talking like nothing was out of the ordinary as they
entered. The woman returned to the crib, lowered the side then gathered
the now twitching Lawrence. She then moved him to the large rocking
chair and cradled him in her lap once again. She unbuttoned her dress
as before then loosened the cup of her slip but before she could unhook
her nursing bra Constance stopped her then motioned Judith into the
room. This time she had another contraption, a funnel and a rubber tube
arrangement! She also carried a large bottle of a milky liquid!
Constance then smiled and spelled things out.
"How are you today my dear baby Kimberly? Hummm?" she cooed at him as
if she was really talking to a baby. "I know it's been awhile but there
was so much to do you must realize? But you must not put up a fuss now,
you must eat!" she cautioned. "I told you that you were going to be
cared for and looked after from now and on but you really are too thin,
you should see yourself Kimberly dear," Constance said. "You were
always small as a man, barely a hundred pounds if I remember correctly,
but now at a mere 65 pounds you are simply too thin. Let's try and get
you back up to 70 or 75, that would be so much nicer and then you'd look
like a pretty bouncing baby just like I planned. When you are offered
the breast you must take it, otherwise, I'm afraid we'll have to force
feed you Kimberly! And that wouldn't be nearly as pleasant," Constance
said as she gave Lawrence, now Kimberly the time to choose.
She motioned for the lady to unhook her nursing brassiere as they looked
on. Lawrence twitched and struggled as the large milk filled pendulous
globe swung free, the nipple growing erect in the cool room air as the
familiar drop of milk began forming at the tip. The woman cradled his
head and steered his toothless, contorted mouth until it was over her
breast and he took the nipple between his lips then felt it enter his
mouth! "Start feeding Kimberly," Constance warned as they all waited
until finally Lawrence had no choice but to start sucking.
He felt the warm milk flow and then begin to fill his mouth as the woman
held his head to her large swollen breast. He began swallowing as he
suckled then continued on. Constance motioned for Judith, still looking
on, holding the feeding tube to leave then looked on as the lady
continued to feed Lawrence. The lady began to rock, finally feeling
relief at being able to rid herself of her large supply of milk that was
now flowing into Lawrence's mouth and down his throat all to Constance's
"Make sure she gets her fill, we need to get her weight up now,"
Constance mentioned then watched as baby Kimberly finished the first
breast and was soon moved over and started on the second breast.
Finally Constance put a towel over the ladies shoulder as she lifted the
now bloated and flailing Kimberly up and put her over her shoulder. She
began patting her back to burp her and Kimberly twitched and cried out
just like a baby until the burp came and the gas was gone.
"I'll check her diaper after her nap," Constance said as she took
Kimberly from the lady who then fixed her dress and went to clean
herself up. Constance placed her new 'niece' Kimberly, her back in her
crib and looked down with a smile as she giggled.
"Now that wasn't so hard now was it sissy girl?" She giggled. "You just
mind us now, well you don't really have any choice now do you?" She
giggled yet again as she pulled the covers up around the flailing
Kimberly and tucked her in for her morning nap.
Kimberly could only gasp and whimper like a baby as Constance went down
the roster of procedures. Lawrence had been given female hormones but
they were halted soon after his little breasts began to form. But he
was then castrated and a vagina was created which included a clitorise
and the ability to lubricate! Laser treatments had totally removed all
traces of body hair and his eyebrows had been plucked into babyish wisps
just like the hair on his head had been tailored into a woman's hairline
but then shortened and thinned to the point that Lawrence actually
looked like a baby now with just enough hair to comb and curl and put
pretty ribbons in!
Of course all his teeth had been removed and his vocal chords adjusted
along with the work on his spine to always ensure that he would only
retain the movements and gestures of an infant! It was as complete a
job as Constance could arrange.
"I think you'll be coming right along," she said as she continued.
"With my resources it was little trouble to find several attractive
lactating women willing to play wet nurse to you. They'll be feeding
you several times each day from now and on. They are larger framed
women but need to be to lift you easily and their larger bust size
should ensure you more than enough milk! We'll get you on baby food in
a few weeks but with all your teeth gone now I'm afraid you won't be
having anything solid anymore so I would try and forget about the steak
dinners and the like," she giggled again knowing she was firmly in
control as she took off her bonnet then fussed with the pink satin bow
in her hair. She then stroked Kimberly's cheek then noticed a tear
trickling down her now pretty face as she gasped at what had happened
and began to cry.
Constance simply took a large pacifier from the dresser and inserted it
into Kimberly's mouth. She then tied the pink satin ribbon around her
head to hold it tightly in place so she couldn't spit it out. "You're
safe at home now darling, where you'll live out the rest of your life
being taken care of and catered to just like you wanted, although not
quite the way you wanted," she giggled.
"I'm sure you'll fall into line. Otherwise it would be such a shame for
you to be left here in this pretty babies room by yourself for years on
end now wouldn't it? Imagine listening to this pretty mobile for years
to come as it chimes away and looking at all those childish pictures on
the walls knowing the only contact you'll have is with the ladies who
care for you. Imagine them reading you only baby stories and nursery
rhymes for decades to come. With your mind as sharp and as intact as
it ever was but with no television, no books, no contact with the
outside world only the ladies that feed you, bathe you and dress you it
could be quite maddening I imagine!" she said smiling as she looked on
at the bulging terror filled eyes and the girlish baby whimpers as
Kimberly fought against the pacifier plug!
"You'll soon come along won't you darling? And in time, I can take you
out in your stroller now and then and we'll have a lovely walk through
the gardens on the grounds. You'll soon see that cooperation has its
rewards too Kimberly. I might allow one of the ladies to massage your
little nipples or even your little clitorise! You'll find that very
exciting and very pleasurable as you come to know your new body. Yes,
we'll have a fine time Kimberly," she said.
"You fall into line as a proper little baby girl from now and on and
we'll have all sorts of fun and enjoyment. Otherwise I'm afraid you
could find yourself not leaving this room for many, many years. Isn't
that right baby Kimberly? Hummm?" Constance said with a cooing smile as
she wiped Kimberly's tear away as the baby stared glassy eyed at the
turning mobile above the crib and she twitched and kicked weakly under
the satin sheets blubbering like a baby girl as her dear aunt Constance
looked on with a satisfied contented smile.
"You're no longer a problem are you Lawrence. You're baby Kimberly now
and no problem at all! Take your nap now darling babykins, I'll be back
to check in on you later," she said as she smoothed the covers, wound
the chiming mobile then dimmed the lights and left the room closing the
door behind her. Kimberly heard the sturdy deadbolt as the door locked
then listened as the mobile turned churning out that same nursery rhyme
song that now echoed through the room. She laid in the crib smelling
the floral scent of all the baby powders and potions and looked upon the
feminine stuffed toys and the feminine nursery furniture placed around
the room and she noticed those childish pictures on the wall yet again!
Kimberly tried to cry out but the tightly affixed pacifier kept her
quiet. She tried to struggle yet again but could still only twitch in
her crib and stare at the ceiling and the twirling mobile in wide eyed
terror at what had happened.