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Here is a TG/AR story that I wrote. I'll admit that it isn't one of my best efforts, but hey, I'm working my way through severe writers' block. Besides, enough people on the list have bashed the usual subject matter of which I write, that it's put a chilling effect on it. I see that it's starting all over again, right on schedule, in response to a part of the Body Chemistry story. Ye Olde Body Shoppe: Reborn! by Raven My boss, Henri St. Pierre, was there when I got the bad news. I had cancer . . . terminal. The doctors gave me only six months, at most, to live. Oh, they gave me the standard speech about chemotherapy and radiation. The result was that it would be painful, uncomfortable, and sickening. After all of that suffering, it would only add hours to days to my fading life. Some would undergo such torture just to cling to the last few moments of life. Not me. I decided the moment that I had to take the biopsy that, if push came to shove, I would go with dignity. Instead of fruitless medical procedures I would live my remaining days to their fullest. Nevertheless, when the worst became reality, I just sat there in numb silence. It just wasn't fair. I had so many plans . . . so many. At the age of 35, I was just starting to get ahead. I was getting all of my school loans paid off, and had my head together. I had a good job with a future, and finally, after a long time ready to start dating after my latest heartbreak. For the first time since I can remember, I was actually looking forward to life. Now . . . it would end all too soon. Mr. St. Pierre patted me sympathetically on the back, "I'm . . . truly sorry, Son. I don't know what to say to you. If there's anything that I can do . . . ." Who was I to be complaining? If anybody deserved to be depressed, it was Henri. He was a man in his late 50's, an immigrant from France. He came to this country with nothing, and built a multi-million dollar cosmetic/perfume company. He was so busy with business that he never, ever took a wife. That all ended two years ago when he married a young showgirl that he met in Vegas in a whirlwind romance. It was a huge stink. I thought it was romantic, in a dangerous, spontaneous sort of way. Anyway, despite all of the skepticism that everyone showered on him, the two of them appeared to be in love, and happy. Who were we to question such karma anyway? Susan, his wife, got pregnant shortly after the honeymoon. Everything was bliss for quite a long period of time. It was Henri's first child, so he was determined to do everything right. I don't think that I'd ever seen him so happy, and he practically doted on mother and unborn child. Susan was happy also. Nine months later, their beautiful daughter, Ivy, was born. However, six months after that, there was an episode of SIDS (Sudden Infant Death Syndrome) involving Ivy. Quick thinking and prompt reaction got Ivy to the hospital in enough time to save her life. However, for the last six months, she has been in a coma, on a respirator. As bad as my problems were, there was nothing so heartbreaking as seeing your infant gravely ill. Susan was so melancholy by the whole thing that she rarely spoke or came out of the St. Pierre household. No psychologies, no psychiatrist, were able to help the grief stricken mother. She was stuck in a living death! Susan and Henri had set up a nursing station for the child in their house. Now Susan spent all of her time at Ivy's bedside just reading to her, or simply holding her hand. I think, without a doubt, it is the saddest thing that I've ever heard. Thus, I answered Mr. St. Pierre, "Henri, I appreciate it. I really do, but you have your hands full with your own family. Your concern should be for them, and not me." Henri hesitated, "Uh . . . Edward. I thought that maybe we could help each other with our respective problems." "How so?" I returned, my interest piqued. There was nothing that I wouldn't do for the man. My own father died when I was too young to even know him. Henri, in the time that I had worked for him, had become more than just my mentor. He had become akin to the father figure that I'd never had. Many times he called me the son that he had never had! As a result, we had grown extremely close. "There is something which I haven't told Susan about Ivy. If I told her, it would crush her, you see. Anyway, there has been no brain activity for several months, and the doctors are telling me that she'll never come out of the coma. They want me to pull away the life support. I have allowed her to stay on life support for Susan's sake. I thought it the best thing to do until she learns to accept what has happened to Ivy. She . . . isn't. The situation is very bad, Edward." "My God! What are you going to do?" For the time being, I forgot about all of my problems. Henri hesitated again. "The circumstances have led me to consider, how do I put this, alternative solutions. It led me to a consider to a place called Ye Olde Body Shoppe, or YOBS." "YOBS? What do they do?" "I'm glad you asked, Son. As impossible as it sounds, they can do a complete life entity transfer between bodies." I laughed. "A body switch? You must be joking Henri. That is something you'd see in science fiction, or on newsgroups on the Internet. That isn't real." Henri protested. "You are wrong, my friend. It works . . . I have seen it with my own eyes. It really works!" I was still skeptical. "What does that have to do with your daughter?" "Don't you see? If someone could switch into Ivy's body, Susan would have her daughter back. I would have my wife and family back. That person would have to pretend to be Ivy." "Have you found such a person?" "No. I have checked all of the profiles that they have available. It operates, strangely enough, much like a dating service. Although there are many nice people . . . many deserving people, there was nobody that I could really trust. Until now . . . ." "What!!" I exclaimed. "Yes, Edward. Don't you see? It's perfect! You could help me by switching bodies with my daughter, Ivy." "That's crazy . . . just crazy. You want me to become a twelve-month-old little girl? I-I can't." "Don't be too hasty, Ed. Think about it. You would have a new body that didn't have cancer. You could live! If we do nothing, both you and Ivy will die. Why does it have to be like that when we can take the best part of you, what is inside, and combine it with the best part of her . . . her young body? In a real sense, neither of you has to truly die." Henri had a good argument there. Still, the thought of suddenly becoming a little girl, yet in diapers, when I was a man, seemed too extreme. "I-I don't know . . . ." I stammered. "You do! In your heart of hearts you know that it is the right thing to do. Think of it. You can live your life over again, and not many people get that opportunity. You can be anything you want to be, do anything that you want to do. There is nothing that I would deny you if you would do this. You . . . you could have the father that you never had." That made tears well up in my eyes. Henri knew very well that was my weak spot. It had always hurt me that I never had a father to love me. And now, my chosen father figure was offering to become a father in real life. All that I had to do was to become a little girl. "Why me Henri?" "Edward. You know how close we are, you know that I trust you. There is nobody else that I would rather have for a daughter! You have the purest heart that I have ever met, and you deserve a second chance." I was silent for a moment. It gave Henri enough time to add something further. "You'd be saving Susan's life too. I'm so worried about her, and I don't think she can go on like this much longer. Please, Edward. I'm begging you. Don't die in vain. Live, and by doing so, bring meaning to it." As alien as it would be, how could I say no to such a request? I would get to live. "I will. I'll do it Henri." He slapped me on the back again, breaking into a huge smile. "Splendid. Just Splendid! You won't regret this, I swear. I will give you the best life that a little girl could have. You'll want for nothing . . . and you'll be loved." I laughed. "Should I start calling you Daddy now?" Henri saw the humor of the situation, and that we were over the tough part. "Only if I can call you Ivy. You'd better get your Daddy's in now because as soon as you get your new body, you'll be unable to speak for awhile." That's the moment that I realized that I would be subject to the same limitations as a one year old baby. I wouldn't have speech, I wouldn't be able to control my bowels and bladder, or even be able to walk. I would really be an infant. Henri gave me a tight embrace. "We're going to be family now in reality. When the time is right, we'll continue your training to take over the business when I retire. That is, if you still want to." "Thanks Henri . . . ." He cocked a solitary eyebrow. "I mean . . . Daddy." "That's better . . . Ivy. Let's get going over to the house. YOBS has assured me that they have a mobile unit for non-transportable bodies. Once we're in the car, we can get things rolling," advised Henri. ********** Henri made the call to YOBS from the back of his limo, on the way over to his . . . our house. House was a humble term. It was more like a mansion, and at work we even called it the "St. Pierre Compound." Everything was arranged, for they were to meet us over there. However, as Henri, my new Daddy spoke on the phone, another thought occurred to me. "Daddy?" He insisted that I call him Daddy now, to get used to the idea. "Yes, what is it Ivy?" Just as he insisted on calling me by my new name to get used to it. He even had adopted a paternal tone to his voice. "What about my things, and all of my bills . . . and my family?" "Trust me! I'll take care of everything. By the time I am through, your name will be known as a hero for helping bring my daughter back." "You are going to tell everybody?" "Of course not. You will have to pretend that you are the real Ivy. I'll just say you donated bone marrow or something, in a selfless act. Your family and former girlfriends will be proud of you . . . daughter." That made me blush. I spent the rest of the car trip in utter silence. I contemplated how it would feel to be so tiny and helpless, yet aware of everything as I am now. I wondered how it would feel not to have anything between my legs, and to wear a diaper. The thoughts running through my brain were very erotic, causing a noticeable erection to grow in my lap. How would it be to grow up as a girl? Images of being picked on by bigger boys, only to grow a set of boobs, and to have them chase me later, danced in my head. How would it be to kiss a boy, to be penetrated by a boy, or even to take his manhood into my mouth? These were all mysteries that I would learn, including periods, pregnancy, and childbirth. All facets of the feminine mystique would be laid bare before my curious mind. I couldn't help but wonder if I would forget how it felt to be a man. I hoped not. I had never had a gay thought in my life, was never, ever attracted to a man. However, the idea of my new life to be now seemed . . . exciting. My erection was rock hard by now, and I had to move some papers into my lap, in an attempt to hide it. It failed miserably. "No need to hide your excitement, Ivy," noted Henri. "It is a very erotic idea. You will eventually be a very beautiful girl." I didn't have time to make a reply, as we pulled up into the carport of the St. Pierre Compound. The YOBS van was already there waiting, as per Henri's instructions. They were specifically told not to knock upon the door. The butler was also there awaiting Henri's arrival. Henri wasted no time addressing him. "William, is Susan aware of these trucks arrival?" "No, Sir. She is down with Miss Ivy. Why are these trucks here, and, if I may ask, what is YOBS?" That is a secret, William. It is a surprise for Mrs. St. Pierre, which I think will cheer her up. I will need you to get her out of the house for a few hours." "How, Sir? You know how she is about Miss Ivy. She can hardly pry herself way from the poor child these days." "I don't care how you do it, William. You can make up whatever excuse that you like, just get her out for a few hours. For Heaven's sake, don't tell her about these trucks." "Very good, Sir," the older butler muttered, as he walked off, shaking his head. Now Henri addressed the YOBS people. "You others take the road around the back to the service entrance. I'll let you in when the coast is clear. Don't panic . . . just wait." "This will cost you. Mr. St. Pierre. We have other calls to make," said the YOBS technician who appeared to be in charge. "I don't care what the cost is. You can charge me double if you want, just get it done," snapped Henri, defensively. "We will, Mr. St. Pierre. You can count on us!" With that, the technician jumped in the YOBS van, and made for the rear entrance. The only two people left standing there were Henri and I. He turned to face me. "Come along. I want you to meet your new Mommy before you get small, so to speak!" Henri chuckled. He started to walk toward the front door, with me in tow. I could tell by the smile on his face that he was starting to enjoy this. He wanted me to meet Susan in my male body, so that I could fully appreciate what I would grow into. I had a dim recollection of Susan from the wedding. From that snippet of an image, she was a beautiful strawberry blonde, with big green eyes, and a naturally voluptuous figure. She would have to be in order to be a showgirl in Vegas. That mental image paled in comparison to the reality. Susan crossed paths with us at the front door. "Henri, why do I have to leave the house? I want to stay with my baby . . . please don't make me go." Her plea was heart wrenching. Henri kissed her on the forehead. "You have to get out of the house, Darling. You haven't been out in days, and that isn't good for you. It's only for a few hours. Besides, I have flown in some specialists to look at Ivy. I'm hopeful that they will be able to help her." Susan grew fearful. "No! You're not going to withdraw life support are you, Henri? Promise me that you won't." Henri comforted his distraught wife, holding her tightly. "I promise, Susan. I'm only trying to help our daughter. I have every reason to believe that it'll work." "Really?" she looked up into her husband's eyes . . . hopeful. "Would I lie to you?" He was . . . in a sense. "Okay . . . I'll trust you. Just please, do what you can, and don't hurt her anymore." Susan turned reluctantly to go with William, who had accompanied her outside. Henri gently touched her wrist, adding one last thing. "Darling? I wanted you to meet Edward from my office. You remember? I've told you so much about him." "Oh yes. I remember. You were at our wedding, weren't you?" replied Susan, as she turned to face me in all of her glory. She was the most stunning woman that I'd ever met. She couldn't have been more than 5' tall, but her body was lush with tantalizing curves. Susan's breasts were abnormally large for her height. She possessed the face of an angel, fallen from the Heavens above. I think I was shaking like a leaf, as I took her hand into my own. It was hard to believe that soon, I would grow up into a facsimile of this woman. Soon, I would be the flesh of her flesh. "N-nice to see you again, Mom . . . Mrs. St. Pierre," I stammered. That was close! I almost called her "Mommy." "Please, call me Susan. Don't be nervous . . . I don't bite." "Okay Susan." "It was nice seeing you again, Edward," said Susan amiably, even as she began to walk away again with the butler. I couldn't help but wonder, as she did, whether in a matter of hours, I would be suckling from those breasts. Henri must have read my mind, for as soon as she was out of earshot, he whispered, "She's kept herself full of milk with the breast pump, you know? She's anticipated the day when Ivy comes back to her. All she wants is to feed her child from herself again." I swallowed hard. All of this was just too arousing!! That didn't stop Henri though. "See? You'll grow up into a gorgeous young girl. You will be Susan and my pride and joy." "Wow!" was all I could say . . . after a long pause. "C'mon . . . Ivy. Let's go downstairs." ********** When we got downstairs, Henri allowed the YOBS techs into Ivy's room. They went about the task of setting up their machinery like a colony of ants at a picnic. There wasn't much that Henri or I could do to help, so he took me over to the hospital bed to introduce me to his daughter. The person that I was about to become! "This is Ivy Angelique St. Pierre. This is you . . . ." I had to admit that she was precious. She was a tiny little girl, her growth, no doubt, stunted by such a long stay in the bed. Still, her pretty little face was peaceful in its repose. Her parents had allowed Ivy's strawberry blonde hair to grow while in the coma. She was clad in cute pink pajamas with the footies. I could tell from the bulge that there was a diaper on underneath. Henri had the decency to allow me a moment alone with my new self. He just touched me on the shoulder, as a gesture of understanding, before stepping away. As soon as I was alone, I touched the baby's dewy cheek, and spoke to her. "Hello, Ivy. I know you can't know this, but I am about to become you. I'm really sorry that you won't be able to live your life, to experience all of the things that life brings. I'm sorry that you will die in my body. I promise that I will live your life to the fullest. I will make sure that everybody knows your name. I wish you could be here to do it yourself. I know that's not possible. I-I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for stealing your life." Henri came up behind me again, touching me on the shoulder. "It's time . . . ." I followed him away from the hospital bed, pausing only to briefly look over my shoulder at Ivy's tiny body. It would be the last time that I saw that body from the outside. From now on, the only time that I would see the body would be from a reflection or a picture. This was so very wild. "What do you want me to do?" I asked soberly. This time, the YOBS technician spoke. "Sit over here in this chair. Just relax . . . we'll do the rest." I did as I was instructed, and the techs went to place wire leads all over my body. I watched them place similar leads on Ivy's body. The whole process took a painstaking 15 minutes. Finally it was done . . . one last step to go. Again, I was trembling violently. It wasn't helped much by the lead tech's final admonition. "Mr. St. Pierre? There is one slight problem which I must warn you of." "Problem?" Henri was a little surprised. "We've never actually attempted the transfer of an adult into such a young child. On top of that, there is no telling if the child has had some brain damage. What I'm trying to say is that, with such an undeveloped or damaged brain, the transferee may lose a part of himself in the transfer. We are dealing with a lot of unknowns here." "May lose?" "Yes. You see, we only use 10% of our brain. It is theoretically possible that we may trigger the use of the other 90% of the child's brain to hold the essence of Edward here. There is no telling what latent talents we could unleash . . . even telepathic abilities. It's speculated that psi talents are in this latent part of the brain. In any case, we'll need your okay to go. You just needed to know of the potential danger." "It's not my decision. It's Edward's to make. What do you say Edward?" This was it. I could go forward, and lose all that I was, or stay and die inside of six months. Not much of a choice. However, I had come to far to turn back now . . . I chose life. I nodded to Edward to proceed. "GO!" ordered Henri. The technicians flew into action. Fortunately, rather than leave me alone to contemplate what was happening, they gave me a step by step explanation. Henri sat beside me, holding my hand tightly. I appreciated it. "Just a little longer," he would say. "Just hold on." Finally, the head technician indicated, "Here we go. In 5 . . . 4 . . . 3 . . . 2 . . .1 . . . contact!" My entire world blinked out of existence. There was no sight, no sound. ********** Slowly, I became aware of others yelling or screaming. It was so strange. I could hear them . . . yet, I couldn't understand a word they were saying. It was if they were speaking a foreign language. I tried to open my eyes, and to breathe. When I did, I realized that something was down my throat. I started to choke violently. That was when several huge people appeared in my field of vision. My God, I thought, they're giants! I tried to speak, but couldn't. There was a flurry of activity. Huge hands grasped either side of me, holding me firmly to the bed. I tried to struggle and get away, but couldn't. The only parts of my body that I could move were my feet, which I ended up kicking. Another giant hand held my head in place. Suddenly, there was an awful burning sensation in my throat, as something was withdrawn. It hurt like Hell, and I could feel its entire length sliding up out of my throat and mouth. There was more excited talking and yelling all around me. I still could not understand any of it. However, with one huge gasp, I was able to breathe. I wondered what happened to me? What was going on? I tried to speak to ask the giants what was happening. All that came out was a plaintive wail. Then in response to that cry, another giant's face appeared in my field of view. I recognized him . . . it was my boss and friend Henri. I instantly remembered what was going on before finding myself in this situation. I was being transferred into Ivy's body. Judging from the size of everything, it must have succeeded. I was now a little girl. I struggled to regain my composure. Why couldn't I understand what the others were saying? I knew that I wouldn't be able to speak yet, but I at least thought that I would be able to understand others. I decided that I could only be the undeveloped speech and language centers of my brain. I knew something of developmental psychology and physiology from college science. I my guess was correct, I wouldn't be able to understand anyone until that area of my new brain developed. Until then I was trapped alone with my thoughts inside Ivy's body. I was happy that at least that part of me that makes me special unto myself had survived the transfer. I did a mental inspection of my memories to decide just how much did survive. Oh, there were holes, but for the most part, I was pretty much whole. It seems the second scenario of the tech was on the nose. I was probably using almost 100% of Ivy's brain to contain my essence. It made me wonder if any latent talent would be released. I saw Henri reach down toward me, and scoop me up into his arms. He whispered one word which I did recognize . . . Ivy. Me! By this time I had calmed down quite a bit. I wanted to express to Henri . . . er . . . my Daddy that I was all right. Therefore, I opened my mouth and tried to talk. What came out was a series of "Goos" and "Gaas." I could only manage unintelligible baby talk. However, there was something. I could sense this radiant love coming from the man. It was overwhelming in its power, and I could only bask in its safe warmth. Henri hugged me to him, and I laid my head upon his shoulder. I knew that I was home. Henri put something into my mouth. It was very big and soft, and my body, almost like a reflex, began to suckle it. It dawned upon me that it was a pacifier. At first, I wanted to object. But then, a sense of calmness came over me . . . I was actually enjoying it! It felt . . . good. What the Hell, I thought to myself? I am a baby now, and I might as well enjoy myself. As long as sucking on the pacifier brought me some enjoyment, why should I deny myself? I simply stopped worrying about it, closed my eyes, and started to suckle away with loud slurps. Henri began to lightly pat me on my bottom. ********** Henri addressed the YOBS technicians, as he held his baby girl, "Well folks. It looks like it worked. What about the other body?" "It's quite dead Mr. St. Pierre. What should we do with it? "I want you to take it to the Monument Funeral Home. I've already alerted them that you are on the way. They will know what to do with the body from there. I assume all of this will stay between us?" "Our confidentiality agreement is absolute, Sir. You can rely on us." "Good. Uh . . . maybe we should get her old body out of here before she sees it? I wouldn't want to cause my baby girl any more undo stress. You understand?" asked Henri. "That's a good idea, Sir. We'll get right on it, and be out of here in no time." "You can let yourself out. I'm going to take Ivy up to her real room, and out of this nasty hospital setting. Tell your superiors that I'll be wiring them the fee straight away." Yes, Sir . . . and thank you, Sir. You take good care of her now, you hear?" "I will, Son. She is my flesh and blood, after all," replied Henri with a smile. His whole world had been put back together. He started up the stairs to the nursery. ********** I heard my Daddy talking to some other people. I still couldn't understand what he was saying, no matter how hard I tried to concentrate. So . . . I just gave up. I knew in my mind, at least, that it would come in time. Then I could tell him of all of the strange and wonderful sensations that I was feeling. It felt wonderful to be small and helpless. It felt glorious to be hugged and carried around so. I still could feel the love that Daddy was sending to me, and I didn't ever want it to stop. This is what I had missed my entire life, and I intended to just relax and enjoy it. I wouldn't be able to remain a child forever. Sooner or later, I would have to grow up. That was all years in the future. Why worry about all of that stuff now? All of my Daddy's pats of my bottom caused this pressure in my little tummy. It was unlike anything that I had ever felt before. I sensed that I had to go to the bathroom, but it wasn't like before. Instead of being focused on the outside of my body in my penis, it was more internal and diffuse. I tried to control it, keep it in instinctively until I could get to a toilet. Then I remembered that I wouldn't fit on a toilet just yet . . . I was much too tiny. It was a useless fight anyway. This body hadn't gone through the developmental stage where it had learned to control such things, and I could feel myself let loose with a warm spray of urine in my pj's. Thank God for the diaper, I laughed mentally. Even the feeling of peeing myself was strangely enjoyable. It wasn't as funny when, a second later, I felt my sphincter relax sending mushy poop between my bottom cheeks. I definitely didn't like the way that felt. It smelled . . . awful. I felt so dirty and icky that I just had to express my discomfort to my new Daddy. I opened my mouth to let the pacifier drop to the floor. I started to whimper and cry. He lifted me to the front of his face. Again he started to talk to me, although he couldn't know that I wouldn't yet understand. All of a sudden the expression on his face changed. It got a really sour look about it, and he lifted me up even higher. Daddy turned me around, and I could feel his nose brush the bottom of my . . . bottom. He was sniffing me! I heard an "Ewwwwww!" followed my more unintelligible words. I concluded that he had just figured out that I had pooped myself . . . I needed my diaper changed. I couldn't help but break into an impish smile because the whole thing was funny. When Daddy turned me around, he saw the smile on my face. I think in that instant, he knew that I was still with him . . . that I had survived the transfer. He laughed back at me, causing me to laugh too. It came out, however, as a baby's giggles. Daddy said more things to me which I didn't understand. Somehow, through it all, I sensed that he was taking me to my new bedroom. He would change me there. Obviously, I wasn't understanding his words, but I couldn't grasp exactly how I was feeling his intent. It was like I was getting flashes of images in my head. The tech's last few words came rushing back to me. He had said there was a possibility that the process could trigger telepathic abilities. Perhaps that was what I was experiencing. If that was so, why was I only getting images and emotions rather than my new Daddy's actual thoughts. I thought about development again. The only thing that I could figure was that pure telepathy was somehow connected to my undeveloped language centers. Until they developed, I would be restricted to images and emotions. Still, I wasn't exactly in a position to complain. At least it was a rudimentary way to communicate, and I could at least figure out the probable meaning of the words through the images and emotions behind them. If only there was a way to communicate back to my Daddy. I decided the next time that he spoke to me, I would try to mentally send back a specific emotion. The one that would best communicate what I was going through would be confusion. I didn't have long to wait. Daddy brought me into what appeared to be a nursery, laying me down upon a changing table. He began to take off my pj's, until I was left with nothing but a dirty diaper and a birthday suit. The entire time, he continued to talk to me. About what, I had no idea. I did recognize the tone. It was the same intelligent tone that he uses to discuss things with me when I was in my old body. Daddy thought I could comprehend what he was saying. I concentrated and sent him a wave of confusion emotion. I then saw him stop dead in his tracks. He looked at me strangely, but then he smiled. I felt a wave of, for lack of a better term, understanding . . . acknowledgment. The man had gotten my message . . . he knew! From there, the whole tone of his voice changed. Daddy no longer talked to me in the intelligent tone of voice. Instead, he spoke in slow soft tones, almost as if he were trying to teach me words. Also, he talked to me the same way that a parent would talk to an infant. I still didn't understand a word, but al least the pressure was off. His baby tone was kind of comforting, in an odd sort of way. At the very least, we had found a way to empathically communicate with each other. I knew with my retained intelligence that I would be able to really communicate soon enough. With that little problem resolved, Daddy started to change my soiled diaper. I cooed joyfully as I looked down and watched him peel off the thing. He actually had to hold his nose as he carried the diaper to a nearby disposal unit. The whole image was very funny. Daddy then began to clean my dirty bottom, and had to use sheet after sheet of wet naps . . . I guess I really did a number on myself. He had to hold his nose once more as he transported the used napkins to the trash. I had to say, as he wiped down there, it felt so very odd. I felt this void between my legs where my male genitals used to be. I moved my tiny legs together and apart just to get the feeling of my new equipment. It was just . . . so wild. Daddy got a hand mirror, and positioned it so that I could fully see my new genitalia. My guess was that, during the cleaning, I must have sent to him an emotion of curiosity. Once again, he picked up on what I was feeling, moving to help me. There in the mirror was a tiny, hairless girl's vagina. I just found it so hard to believe that it was actually mine now. I didn't even have to send Daddy a feeling of curiosity about the rest of me. He moved the mirror everywhere so that I got a full view of my new self. I was every inch the infant girl. I was Ivy! Finally he stopped at my cute little face. It was so odd to see that face, with its tuft of strawberry blonde hair tied by a small pink ribbon. I would see that face, and this new body grow into full womanhood. I couldn't help but wonder again how many unique adventures awaited me as a girl in this body? From there the scene descended into that of a father playing with his infant daughter. He tickled me, causing me to giggle and writhe in glee. He gave me his finger, onto which I held tightly with my wee hands. He played with me with a rattle, a mobile, and various other baby toys. We laughed and played. All of the while I spoke my joyous baby gibberish. Daddy didn't mind, however, and he continued to send me wave after wave of pure love. We were both startled by the sound of a woman's voice from the doorway of the nursery. Before I could even turn my head to see who it was, I was overwhelmed with her emotion of panic and concern. When I turned my head, I could see that it was Susan, my new Mommy. Words were exchanged between Mommy and Daddy. I figured he must be giving her some type of plausible explanation for the miraculous return of her daughter. In the end, the only thing that mattered was that her daughter was back. Mommy rushed over to me, and scooped up my naked little body. She hugged me tenderly to her. I could sense months upon months of grief and sorrow just melt way. It was replaced by a mixture of joy relief, and . . . most of all . . . mothers' love. Her love, if it was possible was even stronger than Daddy's. I couldn't help but love her back. I gurgled and cooed in response to her maternal warmth. Now, everything is as it should be. I saw Daddy leave the nursery to allow me and my Mommy time to bond. She started to talk to me in that baby talk that you always here adults use. What he said . . . I don't know. All I knew was that her voice was musical, magical, and mystical. I could have gotten lost inside that voice. I'd always heard it said that there was a special bond between mother and daughter. Now I was experiencing it first hand. My bare skin felt the front of Mommy's blouse getting wet. She pulled me away from her body so that I could see wet spots growing where I imagined her nipples to be, as the whole reunion was making her lactate. Seeing those wet spots caused the strangest reaction in me . . . I was suddenly very hungry! I must have unconsciously broadcast that feeling to Mommy because, with one hand, she began to open the front of her blouse. Next came the front clasp bra, revealing her generous bosom. I gasped mentally at their size, as well as the wide areolae. Droplets of milk dangled from the swollen nipples. I was ravenous! My Mommy held me to her breast, and my mouth instinctively found the moist nipple. I suckled on it sharply, and was immediately rewarded with a mouthful of sweet warm milk. It was soooo delicious. I had to have more! And so, I began to feed from the breast of my new mother. After an initial feeling of pain that I had picked up from her, there was nothing but satisfied contentment. I couldn't believe it because I had never experienced such a fulfilling complete emotion in my life. It was the very essence of life and love. I couldn't wait till I grew up and would be able to feed my own infant! That's when I knew . . . I was truly a girl now. I was truly Ivy Angelique St. Pierre . . . forevermore! Fin.