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The Birthday Present ? part 2 ? by: Eve Smith
The girl and her mother released the straps holding me to the bed and
lifted me up. I was carried from the camper van and into a large house.
From what I could see these people were extremely wealthy. The house
was like a mansion, with steps leading up to double front doors. They
easily contained my struggles as they carried me into the house and
then up a flight of stairs. The girl was holding my feet and I could
see her smiling face, a slight sweat appearing on her brow at the
exercise she was doing. I whimpered into the gag, my pleadings to be
let go coming from my gagged mouth incoherent, not understandable. Not
that it would have mattered, that was obvious.
'I think I will call her Sophie,' said the girl, 'I think she will look
like a Sophie don't you Mummy.'
'Yes Abigail, that is a lovely name for your dolly,' her mother
replied.
I screamed into the gag saying that I didn't want to be the horrible
girls doll. The thought of being held by her, controlled by her was
revolting. They had no right to do this. We entered a room and I was
laid onto a bed The gag was removed from my mouth and I immediately
started to protest.
'Let go of me, untie me, I want to go home,' I wriggled on the bed.
'We had better get her undressed and out of these clothes, she will
feel so much better when she is wearing her proper clothes,' said
Abigail's Mother.
The girl agreed and they started to untie me. Once the bonds were
released they started to pull my clothes off. I franticly struggled to
stop them, trying to stop them seeing my body, not wanting them to
laugh at me. My shoes and socks, my coat and shirt and then my trousers
and underwear were stripped from me with little effort, their strong
hands easily overpowering me.
I lay on the bed naked, my hands over my private parts, covering them,
concealing them from the gaze of the girl and her mother. The man
walked into the room and looked at me smiling. Abigail held my legs
while her mother pulled my hands up exposing my naked form to them all.
'Oh yes, we have definitely made the right choice, the body is very
immature, perfect for conversion, no body hair and once the male parts
are removed it will look like a young female body.
'Please no, I don't want to be a girl, I am 19 and a man,' I pleaded. I
was wriggling trying to get myself free from the hands that held me.
'We'll condition him?I mean her first,' said the man as he turned and
left the room, returning seconds later carrying something.
'Will I still be able to play with my dolly whilst it being
conditioned,' said Abigail the smile vanishing from her face. For the
first time I saw the look of the petulant child. The way that she spoke
reminded me of a child not a teenager.
'Of course, this will in some ways act as a restraint and get her used
to being a little girl and dependant on you,' replied her father
holding up what looked like a skin colored rubber suit.
Abigail smiled. 'Thanks Daddy,' she said.
'OK lets get her into this and you will be able to play with your dolly
Darling'.
As her father unzipped the suit at the back for the first time I could
see it in detail. It was going to cover me from head to foot. The
material was stiff, not like that of a wetsuit which molded to the
body. The head part was of slightly thicker material than that the body
of the rubber suit. The face on it, and the hair, that of a baby girl.
I screamed and pleaded for help as Abigail and her mother pulled me up,
holding me as the man approached holding the suit open. My legs were
pushed in, my struggles futile, my screams unheeded as the tight
fitting material was pulled tightly up my legs. I felt a hand, it must
have been the mans hand grasp my penis and push it into something at
the crotch of the suit. I watched helpless as my feet touched the
bottom, my toes going into the molded toes of the suit. I wriggle
trying to stop my arms being pushed in.
'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,' I screamed out as first my right and then left
arms were forced into holes that ended in my fingers entering the false
fingers of the suit. I sobbed as I now found that my arms and legs were
held, my movement restricted, controlled by the rubber suit. My head
was pushed down and I screamed and pleaded not to be encased in this
thing from a horror film. Down and under my head was pushed, into the
suit, my head then rising into the head section, my vision blocked
whilst this was happening until I was looking through the eyes of the
hood.
I felt hands adjusting it, I felt a stiff rubber oval shape enter my
mouth. I wanted to scream, I wanted to run as I felt the suit zipped up
securing me in. My movements were now slow. My legs that I was trying
desperately to move only moved as far as the flexibility of the suit
would allow, it was the same for my arms. I could move my lips but only
in a motion that would allow me to suck and not talk.
'Lay her on the floor,' I heard the man say.
Abigail with such ease picked me up and placed me gently on the floor
face down. I tried to get up, I couldn't. My actions were no more than
that of a baby.
'Oh Daddy, she is beautiful, this is the best Birthday present anyone
has ever had,' I heard Abigail state, my tears going unheeded as they
talked, Abigail being told that it was her responsibility to feed and
change her new dolly. Abigail left the room running, going to get a
baby bottle she had said.
Whilst she was gone her mother knelt down and spoke to me. 'Sophie, you
are to be a good baby for our little girl, her mental age is that of a
8 year old and will not improve, you are to be her dolly, her plaything
to keep her amused.'
I wanted to say that they had no right to do this to me but only a
babyish garble came from my mouth.
She continued, 'Once you have been conditioned my husband will operate
on you to make you into a real baby girl, the suit that you are in is
impregnated with a substance that will reduce the small amount of
muscle that you do have to that of a year old baby. Walking will be
impossible, you will have to rely on Abigail for your feeds, changing
your nappy, bathing and dressing you.'
I looked through the slits that were my vision from within the suit
that I was incarcerated in wanting freedom, wanting release from this
nightmare.
Abigail returned with a bottle full of milk. She placed in on the side
of the bed before picking me up and sitting me on her lap. She pushed
the teat of the bottle between my lips, I sobbed and sucked as I looked
into her face, a pretty face of a teenager but with the mind of a
child. She spoke to me in baby talk as her proud parents looked on,
watching their daughter playing with her new dolly.
End of part 2
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