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Hush, Little Baby (Fdom/M, tg)
By Vickie Tern (vickietern@aol.com)
***
In my story "Adultery" there's a reference to making men
into babies. A reader asked me if I'd ever written a
complete story dealing with that situation. I hadn't. Now
I have. The people in this story are all professionals
who do these things for a living, and do nothing but
these things. So don't try any of them in your own home.
***
"Hush, little baby, don't say a word!
Momma's gonna buy you a mocking bird."
And if that mocking bird won't sing,
Momma's gonna buy you a diamond ring.
-- traditional lullaby
Oh, sweetie, don't feel sad for me. I just can't ever get
pregnant, and that's a fact and that's all there is to
it! We'll just never be able to have a baby we've both
made together, not the usual way, that's all. Ruthie says
so, so that's that! She's my oldest friend, she'd never
tell me what isn't so.
She knows how I'd love to have a baby of my own, we used
to play with dolls together when we were little, and now
she runs that whole fertility clinic, her whole life
dedicated to helping other women have babies? She
actually chose that career even over marriage, it's
inspiring! So she knows, and she's sure. She says my
ovaries don't make eggs. Not even after all the super-
heavy-duty hormones she's been prescribing me for months
to force it -- they just don't. And that's that.
So no, honey, it isn't you. No way. Ruthie tells me your
sperm production is excellent. She's collected lots from
you by now, for testing, originally for testing,
remember? Now she has millions and millions of those
little things of yours in those tubes and beakers of
hers. That's why she wanted you to keep coming back all
these months, to donate more. She thought you were
falling in love with those paper cups she gave you to
squirt into each time. But I'm sure she was joking.
Your sperm are all remarkably vigorous she says. They'd
be chasing each other's tails all day long even now
except that now they're all frozen, in suspended
animation. When they next wake up and become active and
potent again, "motile" she calls it, they'll find
themselves already inside some woman's warm, dark,
slippery vagina, and they won't know why exactly but
they'll all feel this yearning, this terrible urge to
push deeper into her, and they'll feel competitive like
guys do to get to her center, the core of her femininity,
to drive for dear life all-out all the way to her womb.
One incredibly lucky sperm will do it, find her ovum-of-
the-month and penetrate it. She'll let him in. And then
bliss, he'll feel marvelous for a moment. But then
helpless, unable to stop her from doing whatever she
wants to do next. Goodbye to his spermhood. That ovum
will surround him and dissolve him and cell by cell
she'll transform him into a baby. That's what he'll be
when she's finished with him. A baby.
That's what women want and that's what they do. We all
know how, it's natural, a kind of gut instinct. And deep
down that's what men crave. It's very basic, Ruthie says.
That's how the species survives.
You should feel pleased, Larry, because she thinks you're
an ideal candidate for just that. You're a perfect
biological father, a perfect sperm source for making
babies, for making women into mothers. I mean, look at
you, high IQ, no hereditary diseases, a gentle
temperament, a cute physique, and a face that's almost
pretty. Half of your sperms would make boys, of course,
but Ruthie says she filters them out so the mothers will
conceive only girls. That's what the clinic specializes
in. girl babies for single women who don't want to live
with men, they've had enough of that, nor with little
boys either, just live with girls, by themselves or with
others.
There're special cases at the clinic too, of course. For
example, Ruthie took me as her patient even though I'm
married, because we go back such a long way. And there
are always mothers who want baby boys to raise as if they
were girls. For different reasons. Maybe they're from bad
marriages and want to get even with their ex.
Or maybe they don't relate well to little girls -- I
don't blame them, we can get pretty snippy, I was just
awful when I was little, stubborn, determined to have my
way no matter what! Still am, sometimes. Or maybe they're
feminists who want to reconstruct their very own male
into someone who can't ever become a sexist pig, who
always knows women are superior, I can understand that
desire. For these Ruthie'll use male sperm, but she'll
wash the foetus in hormones. Then when the baby'll gets
old enough to know what he wants, he'll want to be a
girl. Then the Mommy can raise him as a girl, no problem,
and he'll appreciate her all the more.
Anyhow, that's how she'll use your sperm. For women who
want babies but don't want to be troubled by the baby's
father, not even by the biological father. Who want girl
babies or boys who are wannabe girl babies. There are
lots of such women. In fact Ruthie never did understand
why I wanted to marry a man. As she says men are only
good for one thing and you can collect that in a beaker.
She really and truly believes that.
Anyhow, I can't get pregnant and it's all my fault. So we
started talking about alternatives, how to solve the
problem. Hire a surrogate mother, adopt a baby, you know,
we've talked about those options with each other, over
and over. But it's been just us for so long now that it's
hard to imagine a time when it wasn't just us. I think
any baby we had would have to be just us too, the way
natural-born babies are.
So in the end Ruthie called in Bethanne. You remember
Bethanne, the doctor who looked you over top to toe the
last time we were there? She and Ruthie live together.
They're partners in the clinic, Bethanne's the head of
their Surgical Alternatives program. We talked for a long
time. Bethanne doesn't want babies herself, no more than
Ruthie does, but she understands how most women are hard-
wired by evolution to want to be mothers, how they can't
help themselves. That's why they founded the clinic, to
help them.
The upshot was, Bethanne told me how we can have a baby
after all, just the two of us, if we're both willing.
Even if one of us isn't willing but the other's willing
to make extra efforts. What it comes to is this. If we
can't have a baby, then you'll be my baby. We'll reduce
you to infancy and then let you grow up all over again.
Not your body of course, that's all grown already, but
your mind and your capabilities, they're more malleable.
I'll baby you and you'll love it.
Isn't that the sweetest idea? The clinic has a staff
specially trained to help. They're due to arrive any
minute now. I see you've finished drinking that nice warm
milk I brought you. Didn't it make you nice and sleepy?
Well, just lie down here and dream pretty dreams, and
when you wake up you'll feel so much different about me
and yourself and everybody. No problems! The whole world
will seem so different. Nicer. Yes, my sweet baby, that's
it, just close your...
**
Awww, is all wet again? Well don't cry darling, I'll just
change you again. I know, I know, it must be so strange,
once you were a big strong mans and now here you are
lying here on your back and kicking your arms and legs
and not quite able to make them work. It's so cute! But
be patient, we all have to go through this stage. You did
it once before and now you're doing it again, and this
time it'll be so much easier, because you know so more
about it.
Everything's speeded up with this treatment Dr. Bethanne
has worked out, but still, we won't let you grow any
older until it's clear that you've accepted what we want
you to be, that this is how it is and this is how it will
be and that's that. A month or two maybe, longer if
you're stubborn about it. No, that sweet tongue of yours
doesn't work quite right now either, does it.
Because babies can't talk, they can only cry to make
their wants known. That's a terrible pity, because I miss
it. Not the talking, I miss where you used to put your
tongue sometimes when you kissed me in my private places.
Well, rest, rest, sweetheart. It's time for me to give
you my breast now, just suck on it, that's what helps my
milk come in Dr. Ruthie says. Yes, oh you sweetie, my
pet, yes, I love you more than ever!
**
Milky mum, powdery bum, tum-tum. My sweetheart! Baby
Laurie can't talk, baby Laurie can't walk, no not yet,
but don't you fret, you're still your Mommy's precious
pet. Oh, lovely! I know every little thing you'd say if
you could talk, lovely little Laurie. It won't do you any
good to cry this month, your speech centers have been
paralyzed to give your vocal cords a chance to heal, and
also to keep you out of trouble if you want to shout, or
if by some incredible effort you got to a phone. But you
can smile, can't you, yes, you have a lovely smile
darling.
Dr. Bethanne tells me you'll smile now whenever I smile
at you first, and also whenever nice thoughts about me
cross your precious little mind, especially obedient
thoughts, because that's how you're now programmed. Then
when I smile back you'll feel especially good way deep
down inside you, that's called contingent reinforcement.
That's what Dr. Bethanne's has been teaching you with her
hypnotisms and her medicines, helping you learn, so
you'll try to please me a lot, so I'll smile back at you
a lot, so you'll feel just wonderful inside. There's a
good baby!
It's a little like love, isn't it? Maybe it is love?
Anyhow, when it gets apparent that you're sincere and
can't really help but want to please me then she'll stop
giving you those injections. You'll still need the other
injections of course. That's it, that's it sweet Laurie,
oh what a happy smile, oh, yes, how precious, oh my, I do
love you so! Again, lovely?
**
Such funny sounds you're making now, my beautiful baby.
Gurgles mostly, but soon you'll be able to say "Momma!"
Can you say it now, maybe? Momma! Momma! No? Well
sweetheart, soon. I'll do miss talking with you
sometimes. I miss that other thing too, it's been over a
month. It's still working fine though I see. Oh, sweetie,
yes, just look at what happens to it when I put my hand
on it, it gets stiff just the same as always! Just
thinking about it, sometimes, I wonder whether ... wait
just a moment until I can climb into your crib, I want to
mount you.
There, now! Oh, yes, now! Ride a cock horse, to Banbury
Cross, to see a fine lady upon a white horse. Rings on
her fingers and bells on her toes, she shall have music
wherever she goes...! Oh, I'm going! Music, flowing!
Coming! Bouncy bouncy! Ohhhh! Ahhh, Ahhh, Ahhhhhhhhh!
**
Sweet, sweet sweetums, just wait -- I want to get this
soiled diaper off you and into the diaper pail -- there,
and now to oil and powder your cute bottom, mmmmm, isn't
that nice? Now as soon as I get this nice new dry diaper
fastened snug around your middle I'll go get you a fresh
bottle of milk to help fill your tummy some more. I know
you're hungry but you'll just have to wait only a little
bit longer, the doctor wants you to lose a little bit
more weight before she lets you have solid food. Only
another week. It's been three months now that I've been
breast feeding you, and I know you love it, my milk! So
surely you can wait another week for other things to
munch on.
Oh, you saw! I see you're looking down there now with
those big, wide, staring eyes of yours. Yes, it's gone.
You look so much neater down below now, and you're so
much easier to keep clean! No more flippy-floppy dingle-
dangle hanging there attached to you any more. It was in
the oddest place, anyhow, between your legs, where surely
it was in your way all the time. Instead, Dr, Bethanne
gave you the cutest cunny, neat as a button, and right
where it'll always be when you want it. That's because
you're a girl now, love. Ruthie's clinic only makes
girls, I told you that already! I'll miss it too, but we
can't have everything, and you'll find there are
compensations.
Now as soon as you're finished healing we can start your
toilet training, and soon, no more diapers! You'll be
able to wear pretty girly panties -- I have a whole stack
in your drawer waiting for you! And then you'll be able
to run and play too, and re-learn your motor skills.
That'll be your reward, once you're cleaned up, and once
we know for sure that you like your life and never want
to make me unhappy about anything.
**
Happy Birthday, Laurie sweetheart! Your first birthday as
your new self! And just look at the pretty party dress I
have for you! No, not now, I know you want me to think
you're the prettiest little angel in all the heavens, I
know you want me to smile at you so you'll feel all nice
inside, but wait till I've finished explaining. First I
want you to take a bubble bath with your Littlest Mermaid
bath oil, it smells so flowery, and be sure to powder
yourself.
Then when you're all clean and lovely you can put on a
pair of new undies and an underslip. And then this dress,
and when everything is snapped and buttoned in place and
your hair is brushed fifty times I'll tie a ribbon in
your hair into a big bow, and then watch you dance with
delight in front of the mirror, the dance I taught you to
do whenever I give you something new to wear. I love that
little jig with the big smile! My heart just bursts with
joy, and I'm sure yours does too.
And here's more exciting news! This is your special day,
so today I'll let you wear my grown up makeup along with
your new dress. Yes, sweetheart, I want you to look your
prettiest. I've arranged a party for you, with a cake
with candles to blow out and ice cream and everything,
and two other little girls are coming who are just about
your age, girls just like you, they'll be coming direct
from the clinic with their Mommies. And Aunt Julia, she's
the volunteer auntie from the clinic who teaches new
girls proper behavior, she wants to come help you
celebrate too.
I know, she's spanked you quite a few times by now, but
you did deserve it every time, I'm sure, and she always
meant well, it was for your own good. And it worked --
they tell me that lately you haven't been the least bit
naughty. Maybe even Dr. Ruthie or Dr. Bethanne may drop
by, isn't that exciting?
Now, most special of all, I'm going to give you a pill so
for the first time since you became my darling baby
you'll be able to speak to me. Mainly so you can speak
with your little friends -- they've already learned to
stop feeling sorry for themselves, and are eager now to
try to make their Mommies smile. So they've gotten
further into their second childhoods than you -- as their
reward they've both been allowed to talk, it's been for a
few weeks now.
Of course it takes time for a disabled speech center in
the brain to come back, so they're still lisping, and
they still lapse back into baby talk and babble if they
don't concentrate and try real hard to say each word. You
will too at first. But it's a beginning. If you do
nothing to make me ashamed, like act as if you weren't
always a girl or talk back to me, then before long I'll
give you your second pill and you'll be able to talk just
like any other little girl your age.
Now then, I want you to be on your best behavior and make
me proud!
**
I'm furious with you! What did you think 911 would do
when you phoned and told them that your Mommy was making
you into a little girl and you wanted them to make her
stop? Of course, send over a policewoman as a precaution
just to find out just what was really happening! So I had
to scurry you down to the cellar and then stand there and
chat with her about childrearing until we both agreed
that the only thing harder to do than raise a young girl
was raise a young boy, that's what she's doing single-
handedly, poor woman. And all this in the middle of my
favorite television show!
Try that one more time young lady and I'll revoke your
walking and talking privileges and it'll be back to your
crib to learn everything all over again, and this time
properly, so it lasts!
**
Honey, your room is a mess, a disaster area! I didn't let
you buy your own cosmetics so they'd be left all over the
place half-open! And what do I see? Your face powder has
spilled into your blouse drawer, and that new shade of
nail polish you were so eager to have, Rose Dawn, you
said Seventeen Magazine said everyone's wearing it, you
left the bottle open and it's already hardened, you're
fortunate it didn't spill first! You're barely a teen,
anyhow, why are you reading magazines that are too old
for you?
Dr. Bethanne says you mature around six years for every
year you've actually spent as a girl, and it's been only
a little more than two years, so you're not even thirteen
by that accounting! And when was the last time you picked
up your clothes and put the ones that need laundering in
the hamper? I go out for a quiet evening with my friend
Ralph, a drink and then a stop at his place afterward for
a few hours or so and I tell you I want to see everything
neat and orderly by the time I get back and when I get
back what do I find you've done? Nothing! You are
grounded for a week, Miss!
**
Ah, Laura, before you go out, is it with Timmy again?
I've been meaning to tell you. Your boobies are coming on
nicely, right on schedule, the way Dr. Bethanne said they
would -- and you're behaving these days like a little
princess. I'm really pleased. But honey, I think it's
time we bought you a real bra. Not just another
"training" bra -- you're already a "B" cup I'm pretty
sure, maybe already bigger.
Of course all bras inhibit the boys you're seeing, slow
them down I suppose when they try to paw you. But that's
part of it -- you don't want to get the reputation of
being too easy. If you like we'll get you some lacy black
little nothings that I guarantee will drive them crazy
when you take off your blouse to... well, you know. The
kind I wore when you were Larry, you remember? It drove
you crazy back then, you couldn't take your hands off me!
**
Why are you shaking your head -- you don't want to take
off your blouse in front of boys? It isn't right? Well,
look who you are, Miss Prim! No, I suppose it does seem
immodest to be that frank about wanting a boy to caress
you in sensitive places. But can't you at least find a
boyfriend or two who knows how to slip his hands into
your blouse and onto your boobs without ripping the
buttons off? I mean it! My sewing basket is filled with
your blouses by now!
Oh yes, listen, easy reputation or not, you should be
thinking about which of the boys you know you want to
give the gift of your virginity. You're plenty old
enough. At our last Mommy's meeting I learned that quite
a few of the girls in your age group are already sexually
active. And no girl should ever reach sweet sixteen with
her hymen still intact -- it implies there's something
wrong with her.
Yes, you have one; Dr. Bethanne saw to it when she made
your cock into a pussy, "our girls have every advantage"
is what she said. As if she hadn't lost hers to a candle
when she was eleven, where was the advantage in that? She
still thinks candles make better lovers than men. I've
offered to lend her Mike the next time his truck's
scheduled for a delivery in town, Mike's cock could
easily prove her wrong. Even Ralph's. But she won't hear
of it.
And honey, listen, there's something else. Ruthie warned
me once that no matter how rigorously you've been
conditioned to femininity, and you've now had the best
the clinic provides, some corner of your mind probably
still thinks you're a husband who was forcibly turned
into an infantile male eunuch by his wife and then
trained to be a feminized adult male eunuch, that you're
not at all a baby girl who's become a woman.
She says you'll think that until you've been laid
repeatedly. "It takes hard fucking to make a woman glad
she's a woman," she says. "With a dildo or a cock doesn't
matter, it's the pleasure that matters. That's what's
habit forming. Even then she'll think it, but she won't
care any more." That's what she said. She said I should
get you started with one of my own dildos if you can't
seduce a suitable boyfriend.
No, sweetie, don't blush. We all have that crease down
there between our legs for a reason. It's time you found
out why. I want my little girl to have all the
advantages. To be truly happy!
**
That was a nice party. All those little girls gathered in
one place, and so many of them half-sisters, all fathered
by the same sperm donor -- now that's an accomplishment
Larry would have been proud of if he'd lived. They looked
so cute, tumbling and playing together while we mothers
were having tea and chatting and everything.
You know something, I couldn't tell the little boys who
think they're girls from the real girls, could you? I
simply can't tell them apart. I suppose inside their
panties anyone can see the difference. But only the
littlest little girls ever show off their panties, they
lift up their dresses for fun because they don't know any
better. When they grow up they'll know better why girls
lift their dresses, for what kind of fun. You know better
now, don't you?
I guess it's true, though, some women prefer boy babies
who've been made into girls to natural girl babies. I
asked that Martha Reddick, Lisa's mother, why she wanted
Lisa to be born a boy and not a regular girl baby, and
she laughed and said something about getting back at her
former husband that way.
When he ran off apparently he left some of his sperm
behind, inside her. The clinic was able to harvest it and
impregnate her and then treat it with hormones so her
baby would come out transsexual. So Lisa isn't your son,
he's her ex-husband's. Lisa doesn't know it yet of
course, not at all, but Martha's ex sure does. Martha
sends him pictures of Lisa every birthday so he can
follow out how his son's doing.
Don't get me wrong, she loves Lisa dearly and buys him
all sorts of frilly things to wear, did you see that
party dress, and the cute lipstick she had on him? And
he's not even six! And Lisa seems happy enough -- all
those Barbies he brought to the party to play with, and
he's so cute, he says that's what he wants to be when he
grows up, all of the Barbies at once! That's so dear!
I suppose it's all right. His mother says what she wanted
originally was to do to her husband exactly what I did to
you, make him a baby and then raise him up to be a girl.
She'd begun setting it up when he heard about it, and in
fact that was why he left her, the same day he heard.
It was really good of you older girls to volunteer to
watch the little ones while we women socialized. You
know, I don't think Nancy, Janice's daughter -- she's
exactly your age, you were talking to her some of the
time -- I don't think Nancy turned out at all as nice as
you did. Talk about truculent teens, she hardly ever says
a word to anyone!
I don't know what you two ever find to talk about. Janice
says if Nancy doesn't make herself more popular with boys
soon she's going to do it forcibly, maybe get her raped
and then put her out on the street to earn her own keep.
She wants a proper teen daughter with a proper sex life,
like my daughter's. What could I say? I told her they're
all difficult, all teen girls; it's a difficult age.
I can't say you have Nancy's problem though! Boys calling
you all the time? I told you to tell them only call you
on that phone I put into your room, I don't care if it is
busy all the time, you have Call Waiting, talk less to
your girlfriends if you want to receive your boyfriends'
phone calls. Good heavens, you see those girls all day in
that Charm School I send you to anyhow, and then you get
home and straight way call them up and talk some more,
all hours, way into the night?
And you've taken to staying out all hours too, come to
think of it. I asked Barry whatsisname, that nice tall
boy who's going to State next year on a scholarship, I
asked him what you two do when you're out half the night,
and he just smirked and said "What not?" He said
something about meeting up with other guys and then
getting you to "pull a train" with them. I think was his
expression. Is that some new dance? I don't know what
exactly, but it doesn't sound respectable. You aren't
always careful about your reputation!
While we're on the subject, you don't do your home tasks
properly either, young lady. Just this morning I got home
from my overnight at Tom's place and found last night's
dinner dishes still haven't been cleared away, and you
still haven't put the laundry into the dryer. I swear, I
don't know why anyone ever wants to have children,
they're such trouble. Do they ever listen to you? And are
they ever grateful, do they ever say "Thank you, Mommy,
for having me and raising me and being so loving!" Have
you ever? Of course not. Not even once.
**
Honey, I have wonderful news, just sit and listen. No,
this time not on that dildo chair I gave you for your
last birthday, you always squirm when you sit there and
it makes me nervous when I'm trying to talk to you, and
this is important. It affects both of us.
I'm going to be a grandmother! That's right, one of the
babies the clinic grew in a client's womb has been
returned for adoption -- the Mommy found that taking care
of a baby was too much like taking care of her former
boyfriend, and that was just what she was trying to
avoid. So I told Ruthie we'd take her, we'd love to have
her, and that you'd take good care of her.
Don't say no, she's your daughter as much as any baby is
any man's -- she was conceived with your sperm. You're
her biological father, and now you'll be her nurturing
mother too. You owe her that much, it's a responsibility
to bring a baby into this world, you should know that by
now. You never complained about it during all those sexy
sessions you had with Dr. Bethanne's paper cups. And
besides, the adoption papers are all signed.
So tomorrow you'll visit the clinic to get your first
shot of the hormones you'll need to bring in your milk.
Yes, those large breasts of yours will finally be put to
their proper uses. Not that attracting guys isn't one of
their proper uses, but this does take priority, surely
you'll grant that. Are you still seeing Timmy? Barry?
Well, don't worry, now and then when your new baby is
finished feeding and has fallen asleep there'll be some
left over for whatever guy you're fucking these days, and
I'm sure he'll get to love it as much as the baby does.
You'll be able to nurse your little girl and your current
big boy both. That's heaven, kind of. You're so lucky.
Believe me honey, it's beautiful, being a mother. You'll
love it. I did. I miss those days already -- you grew up
so quickly! Like the song says, "Sunrise, Sunset," it
seems only yesterday that you were a darling infant I
held in my arms, and yet looking back now I see that it
was a full three years ago, just about, maybe more. And
now here you are a grown-up woman, about to become a
mother in your own right. My! And that makes me the
baby's grandmother!
They do say that being a grandmother is even more
wonderful than being a mother, because then you can have
all the fun of playing with the baby and none of the
responsibility. She'll be your baby, Laura, you'll be
taking care of her the whole time she's growing up, and
that'll be years and years. You'll go through all the
diaper changing and the problems of trying to raise a
teenager, not me. Though eventually you'll get to be a
grandmother too, that can be your consolation.
You've made me so proud, honey! I must say, all in all
you've turned out way better than I'd hoped, certainly
better than I expected. And now you're about to become a
mother too. The wonder of it! But then, that's the circle
of life.
You know, I've been thinking, when you're safely settled
in with your own baby I just might get married again. I
liked being married to you, and I'm not too old to start
over. Have another baby, maybe?
Ruthie says now that she might have been wrong, that
maybe I can produce ovums after all -- she just didn't
like seeing me married to you, she said, a man, though
she likes your sperms well-enough. But she sees now that
I'm stubborn as ever, I still prefer sex with men more
than with women, and sex with men is still the most fun
way to make babies, and husbands are still the most
convenient form men come in. So now she says she'll take
another look.
But even if she was right the first time, and I really
can't produce viable ovums, well, there he'd be, a
husband at home for me to baby. Husbands love to be
babied. Didn't you? So what have I got to lose?
End
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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