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JUST LIKE MOMMY
By Tammie Anne Freeman
I hadn't talked to my sister Janet in years. And quite
frankly, I had no desire to. It wasn't that there was any
particular animosity between us. It was just that she was a
man-hater, and I was a man.
She hadn't always hated men. But I think she started being
that way when she was molested at age 10. That was 25 years
ago, and now she pretty much declares her hatred for all
men all the time.
That was what made her letter all the more surprising. She
apparently had won 50 million dollars in a lottery, and was
offering me half of it. All I had to do was to come live
with her for nine months, and do whatever she told me to.
And that she wouldn't ask me to do anything illegal or
physically damaging.
It was a very tempting offer. It could really turn my life
around. I was 49 years old; single with no love life; and
in a dead end job. I imagined that 25 million dollars could
definitely make things look brighter. Unfortunately I
didn't relish the idea of having to be my sister's slave
for nine months.
Ultimately my greed won over my common sense, and I agreed
to go live with my sister. The first thing she had me do
was to liquidate all my assets. I sold my house, my car,
and all my possessions, even my clothes. Then she made me
give her all my money.
I had to sign papers that named her as my legal guardian.
She also had my name changed from David to Debbie. Later
she showed me a document that listed my age as 9 years old,
and my gender as female. It also listed her as my mother.
"But I'm your older brother," I objected, "and I'm 14 years
older than you."
"Not anymore," Janet laughed, "from now on you're a 9 year
old girl, your name is Debbie, and you're my daughter. And
that's what you will tell anyone who asks you. And you will
call me mommy from now on."
Looking down at my sister it seemed so ridiculous to call
her mommy. I was 6 feet tall and 49 years old. She was 6
inches shorter than me, and only 35 years old. But 25
million dollars was a lot of money, and I only had to put
up with this crap for nine months.
"Take your clothes off." Janet ordered.
I complied and stood naked in front of my sister.
"What do you call that?" Janet asked, pointing at my penis.
"It's my penis."
"No," Janet corrected me, "you are to refer to it as your
clitoris." Then Janet grabbed my balls. "And this is to be
called your vagina."
I wondered if my sister had gone insane. Calling my penis a
clitoris, and my balls a vagina was ludicrous. But I might
as well let her have her laugh now. I'd get the last laugh
when I got half her lottery winnings. Although come to
think of it, she didn't seem to be laughing at all. She was
deadly serious.
She had me bend over and then made some injections in my
butt. I asked her what she was injecting, but all she said
was that it was harmless, and that I wasn't to ask again. I
didn't like it, but knew that I had to let her do it.
She made me get dressed in what looked to be little girl's
clothes. Only they were greatly oversized so that they
would fit me. I felt stupid putting them on, and knew that
I looked like an idiot. Janet had me stand in front of a
mirror and told me what a pretty little girl I was.
Janet made me leave the house with her so she could
introduce me to her friends. I didn't want to go, but Janet
insisted. When she started introducing me as her daughter,
I wondered if her friends thought that she was crazy.
But when her friends started saying what a pretty little
girl I was, I wondered if everybody was crazy. Janet
introduced me to some real 9 year-old girls. I thought for
sure they would state the obvious, that I was a man. But
instead they acted as if I was indeed a 9 year-old girl.
Janet must have paid these people to act this way. It was
the only explanation I could come up with. After all, she
was paying me a lot of money to dress-up and act like a
little girl.
After the initial embarrassment, things pretty much fell
into a routine. After wearing little girl's dresses for 3
months, you get used to it. You even get used to having
little girls as playmates, and playing with dolls.
What I didn't like was that Janet continued to administer
injections. And I was having a lot of cramping as a result.
Then I started getting feelings of nausea and dizziness. I
protested to Janet that she was hurting me, and was in
violation of our agreement. She responded that she never
said I wouldn't feel discomfort, only that I wouldn't be
physically damaged.
Things got worse, and I was soon bed-ridden. Janet said
that the other girls had started school, but that I could
attend their class when I got better. Only I didn't get
better for a long time. And over the period of the next
three months I fell into extended periods of
unconsciousness.
Finally I woke up and noticed that I was on a mat on the
floor. I tried walking, but found that I was only able to
crawl. As I was crawling I noticed how huge everything in
the room had become. I crawled over to a mirror and looked
at myself. I had become a baby.
I wiggled out of my diapers and took a look between my
legs. My penis was gone, and in its place was a little
girl's cunt. Impossibly I had become a baby girl. Janet
walked in at that moment and walked over to me. She was
huge, and towered over me.
She reached down and picked me up.
"It's so good to see you feeling better, Debbie. I bet
you'd like some milk wouldn't you?"
I noticed that Janet's breasts were larger than before, and
that she was lactating. She placed the nipple of her left
breast in my mouth, and told me to start sucking. Soon I
was drinking my sister's breast milk.
Janet smiled. "You don't have to pretend you're a girl
anymore, Debbie, now you really are a girl. And don't worry
about being a baby. In a few weeks you'll start aging
rapidly until you become 10 years old."
Janet re-diapered me, this time putting the diaper on
tighter so that I couldn't wiggle out. Then she put a
little dress on me and carried me outside. She took me over
to one of her friend's house, to show me off.
There were several women visiting her friend, and they all
had to hold me. They all said what a cute baby girl I was.
Then I was handed to one of the girls I had played with a
few months ago. She carried me off to show me to the other
girls I had played with.
"Look! Debbie has become a baby girl," she laughed.
About that time I started feeling wet in my crotch. Then it
occurred to me that I was wetting my diapers. One of the
girls noticed and went to get a dry diaper. When she
returned, the girls changed my diapers.
"How do you like being a baby girl, Debbie?" one of the
girls asked.
"I don't like it," I responded, "it's humiliating. And I'm
a 49 year-old man, not a baby girl."
The girls laughed at that. I clearly wasn't a 49 year-old
man anymore.
Then mommy came and got me. Did I just say mommy? I meant
Janet. Or maybe it would be best if I started thinking of
her as my mommy. She was going to be breast-feeding me in
the days to come. And she would be changing my diapers,
both wet and stinky.
When we got home, mommy laid me in my crib. I soon fell to
sleep. When I woke up there was diaper changing and
feeding. In the days that followed I got used to the
routine of being a baby. And then I started aging a lot
faster.
Mommy had me go from breast-feeding to bottles. And then
she declared that it was time for me to be potty trained.
I sat down on the potty and started to pee. When I got
done, Mommy smiled and showed me how to wipe my cunt.
Soon I was big enough to use the regular toilet. Mommy was
so happy and told me what a big girl I was. But the other
girls that I knew were still a lot older and bigger than I
was. I couldn't wait until I reached their age.
Finally I reached 10 years of age. I was so excited. I was
now the same age as most the girls I knew. Then Mommy
announced that I would be joining them in fourth grade the
next day.
I really enjoyed going to fourth grade with all my girl
friends. It seemed that I already knew everything that was
being taught. But after a few weeks that seemed to be less
and less true. Until almost everything that I was being
taught was new.
Then one day after I got out of bed, Mommy came to me and
said that it had been nine months.
"Nine months?" I asked.
"Yes, it's been nine months since you came here. You have
fulfilled your part of the agreement. You can take your
half of the lottery winnings and go."
"Go where?" I cried.
"Anywhere you want to."
"I don't want to go anywhere without you, Mommy," I cried.
"You don't have to call me mommy anymore."
"But you are my mommy," I cried. "Please don't make me go."
"Okay Debbie, you're my daughter forever more."
Mommy hugged me and dried away my tears. "Tell me, Debbie,
what do you think of men?"
"Men are yucky," I replied, "and aren't much good for
anything."
Somewhere in the back of my mind I distantly remembered
having once been a man; that I once was Mommy's older
brother. But then the thought seemed silly. I was a 10
year-old girl. I had never been a man.
The thought "man-hater" popped into my mind. I was sure
someone had once called Mommy a man-hater. I knew that
Mommy didn't like men. And I wanted to be just like Mommy.
Jayla
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