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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! by Vickie Tern "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 oo 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 singlehandedly, 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 doen'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! So 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 (c) 2003 by Vickie Tern. 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