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The Birthday Present ? part 3 ? by: Eve Smith
For the next few weeks I remained trapped inside the restricting body
suit. My movement was limited to crawling. I did try to stand on one
occasion when Abigail left me alone in her room. I sobbed as I found
that getting beyond my hands and knees was impossible. Speech also was
not an available option to me. The mouthpiece of the suit held my
tongue flat to the floor of my mouth.
My days were spent being dressed by Abigail in the multitude of clothes
that her parents had provided. She wash and bath me, put on a clean
nappy and plastic pants and then a dress and other girly things. I
wanted to scream to be free but I couldn't even do that.
I thought how ironic it was that here she was a developing girl of 15
with the brain of an 8 year old and that I was a 19 year old boy
mentally but with the body of a boy.
The chemicals impregnated in the body suit that I was wearing were
dripping into my system. I knew that I was becoming weaker by the day.
I had heard Abigail warned that soon her baby doll would have to go
away for a few days, but when she returned she would be a real baby
doll. Abigail was so excited and held me so tight, rocking me in her
arms. The feeling of helplessness was intense. My existence of being
fed, winded, nappy changed, bathed and dressed was totally controlled
by the girl that owned the doll, and I was the doll.
Some days she would get up and forget her doll. The cot that I slept in
was in her bedroom. She would find something else to amuse her and
sometime during the day her mother would change my nappy and feed me
and put me back in the cot. I could tell that her mother had sympathy
for me but the happiness of the daughter she had always wanted was the
most important thing in her life.
I spent hours in the cot, no longer feeling like a human being but the
possession of another one. I thought back to my life before this had
happened to me. I had been sad and bitter that nature had burdened me
with a body that would not grow up, but at least to some degree I could
control my life. Now that was different. To Abigail I was a doll. Her
mind told her that the wriggling thing in the baby suit was her doll
and she could play with it when she wanted to.
A slap on the legs made dolly suck her dummy if she refused. She also
thought it funny when she held her dolly's head to her nipples, the
feeling of the rubber-clad lips making her feel kind of strange, a nice
kind of strange, a slap on dolly's legs if she doesn't suck hard
enough.
The day came that the suit was to be removed. It must have been about a
month after I was first incarcerated in the horrid thing. Abigail had
been sent to her aunts for 2 weeks and I was alone with her parents.
The suit was removed and they easily restrained my struggles. I was
kept unconscious or sedated for the entire time. I knew that Abigail's
father was medically doing things to my body but was in no condition to
argue or resist. Soon Abigail would be home, and then I was going to be
her real dolly, no longer clad in a latex skin but a real baby girl
doll for her. My sobs were real and they now sounded so much like a
baby.
End of part 3
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