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A Rose By Any Other Name
By Allie Elle
Part 1
A businessman is caught in the middle of an industrial accident at his
factory. He faces a fresh start looking at the world through a
different set of guidelines.
Chapter One.
Where to start my tale, I suppose I'd better introduce my self. I am
Simon Dervish now known as Jackline; I was a rather successful
businessman now I struggle to make sense of the world around me.
Everything is on a much larger scale and doing things for myself is
hard. The other thing is don't get me started on the education system
and its treatment of special children.
Chapter one: thorns.
I sat in the bar, as was my usual habit on a Friday evening, the week
had been a hard one. I relaxed with a low alcohol beer as I avoided
strong alcohol, as I hated the loss of control. Rachael the full time
barmaid was leaning against the bar top looking at me. She was a fairly
good-looking woman who also looked motherly with her good looks. I took
a swallow of the watery brew as I considered my weekend, as usual I
would be on my own. I was a plain looking man, not too overweight or
too thin. My face was fairly plain also, because of my work I did not
have a social life apart from this one night sat drinking chemical beer
every week.
As I sat there talking to Rachael, William the other bar staff arrived
and Rachael was finally free from her job. She liked me it seemed, for
about an hour after her shift she would sit and talk with me. These
times were precious to me as I could relax and forget about the factory
and the pressures of work with the laboratories. I avoided talk about
my work with her and mainly talked about family and our pasts. I was an
orphan as my parents had been killed in an auto accident when I was
about three.
Rachael had been an only child and childless due to her lifestyle, she
told me that she would love a daughter. I smiled and put myself in the
mental position of being the person to give her, her wish. Not that I
would get past first base with her. That night I was feeling
particularly lonely as I stayed past my usual time and was sat in the
corner of the bar talking to Rachael. I was happy for the first time in
many years, my life was work so talking to a pretty woman was a nice
change. Rachael was a happy go lucky woman and was always ready with a
joke or two to lift someone's spirits.
I left the bar and walked back to my car in the lot, I was not feeling
very sleepy so I drove back to the lab complex where I was the
administrator. I had programmed Rachael's number in my cell phone and
thought that maybe I would call her about 8 am tomorrow. I walked into
the lobby of the labs and nodded to the security officer that sat at
his station. I walked slowly through the labs to my office, my broom
closet sized office right next to the biomechanics lab. I sat at my
desk and booted up the system, the department logo of the double helix
flashed up on the screen for a few seconds as the computer warmed up.
I pulled up the files of the budget of the department and stared
listlessly at the jumbled screen of number that marked my job. I sighed
as I sat back to stare at the finances of the labs and the department
and a ledger entry caught my eye. As I worked I stopped for a few
seconds and flicked the switch that would lock the connecting door to
this section. Now it was me time, with heart beating I opened up a file
cabinet and from the base withdrew a small case. This was my secret my
deepest wish, I acted adult and male holding down a well-paid job. I
was also fairly good at chatting up women but my biggest problem was
that I saw any woman as either a big sister or a mommy.
With a slight tremble at being caught out I opened the case and gently
with reverence lifted out the contents. First out was a ringlet wig,
followed by a dress of deep green velvet with white collar and lace at
the hem and the arm holes also a wide white satin sash belt. Under that
there was a set of petticoats and under that there was frilly plastic
lined rhumba panties with a cloth diaper. Also ankle socks with a pair
of white Mary Jane shoes with a flower on the toes. I stripped and put
on the diaper sealing the Velcro and pulled the rhumba panties over the
thick cloth. I made sure the diaper was sealed behind the elastic and
plastic of the panties. I shrugged into the petticoats these I adjusted
so they were fluffed out. Before the dress I put on the ankle socks,
which had a lacy frill and the shoes. Then I got into the dress
fastened the buttons at the front and clipped the sash belt together so
the bow was sitting at my back. I pulled on the wig and fluffed that
out too. I got a pink pacifier and started to suck on it as I worked.
I relaxed and the inevitable happened as the chemical beer had worked
through my system. Slowly I stood up and my guts cramped, I had no wish
to soil the diaper so I walked through into the biomech lab. As I
fumbled for a light switch on the unfamiliar controls, a red light on
top of a camera lit up. I walked across the field of the camera and the
sensors attached to it. I waddled because of the thickness of the
diaper and its wetness. I made it to the bathroom just in time, I
walked back into the lab and stood in front of the camera wondering
what it was for.
Along side it was a platform and I stepped onto it to look at the top
of the unit. A white light filled my vision and a grid of red lines
scanned across my body. My body started to feel warm and twinges pulled
at my muscles. The lab seemed to get larger or was it that I was
shrinking, my clothes were getting larger. There was a strong tingling
in my groin and my clothes slipped off my body. I did not realize that
I had steeped onto the platform of the latest machine of the biomech
boffins. I had been programmed to reform the subject into a juvenile
female form.
As this transformation was taking place which lasted about fifteen
painful minutes for me. Rachael had turned up at the lobby of the labs
to return my wallet, which I had left on the table at the bar. She
walked up to the security officer at his station and talked him into
letting her through to the area where I worked. The officer overrode
the locks remotely and allowed her to walk through with directions to
my office. As she reached the corridor that lead to the biomech labs,
she looked through the observation windows and she swore at what she
saw. On a platform there appeared to be a girl of about three
surrounded by a thin metal cage. She was furious at the treatment of
the child, she threw open the door and stormed into the lab. The
computer system recognized the presence of a human who had entered the
lab. It dropped the cage and she stepped forward to pick up the child
in her arms.
"Wacheal, it me thimom!"
"Hello honey what's you name?" Rachael asked gently.
"It me thimom, it me wacheal!" The child seemed to get agitated.
Rachael hugged the child held the child tightly and she walked back to
the lobby. As she carried the child through the corridor towards the
lobby she felt the front of her blouse get wet. The child struggled
against the embrace of the woman. Inside I was screaming at Rachael
that it was me in here and wondered why she could not see it. Then a
pressure in my bladder released and I screamed aloud as I realized that
I had just urinated all over the woman who I had hoped to become my
girl friend. I started to struggle against the embrace as my body
became warm through the embarrassment.
Rachael reached the lobby and stood in front of the security station,
she was shouting at the guard and the guard was as shocked as she was.
He dialled the director of the labs and told Rachael to wait, the wait
lasted for about half an hour in which time the guard had called a
relative to deliver some clothes and diapers for the little girl.
Finally I was dressed in a cute pink romper suit and the dreaded
diaper, Rachael was tickling me to get me to smile. I had retreated to
a state of passivity where I can allow the ministrations of others to
take place with little reaction from me. The guard had pulled the
camera images of the lab, which had switched on as the transformation
had completed. Thankfully it did not show me prancing around in the
dress and diaper. The cleaning robots had cleaned away the clothes from
the platform and had carried the clothes to the incinerator. So there
was no evidence of my fetish to tell people what I had been up to that
night. The robots had also cleaned my clothes from the office. The
guard was trying the cameras to see if he could find my presence
somewhere in the laboratories.
David arrived he was a brilliant man in his thirties, the best
administrator for the labs. He bustled in and with a jovial voice, to
him it was always first name terms with everyone.
"Well Wallis what has caused you to call me at this ungodly hour?"
"Good day David there seems to be a problem, this child that the young
lady is holding was found in lab seven."
"Good day to you my lady and little lady as well." David showed a
smile. Rachael looked at the jovial young scientist. She looked hard at
him wondering what his angle on this was as it was his lab complex.
Rachael was about to launch into a tirade about the use of children in
experimentation. David stopped her with a gesture and he looked sternly
at the young lady holding the child in her arms.
"Miss I do not use any human conscripts in my works here, this child
must be from the protestors but how they got her in is a mystery."
Rachael stood there holding the struggling infant, she nodded and
turned to the door of the complex. She carried the child to her car to
take the child to the authorities. Then she did a double take as the
child had found a pen and paper, with a look of concentration it was as
it seemed scribbling but it was writing in a childish script. It was
three words and the words burned into her soul the further mystery of
the lack of the presence of Simon was possibly answered. 'IT ME SIMON'
it read and Rachael looked at the shaky script and she burst out
laughing. The infant looked furious and punched a tiny fist onto the
car seat, then she started to cry as the pain of the blow hit her hand.
Rachael picked the child up and looked into the eyes that met hers,
they were a baby blue. She then made crooning noises to calm the
sobbing infant.
"Is it you for real Simon?" The child nodded and that caused Rachael to
look deeper into the child's face. She saw the marks of the regular of
her bar on the face. It was the face that would have been of any
daughter from his genes. She had considered asking Simon to move in
with her as he seemed a good person and she realized that, she would
have to move in with her now as she could not live on her own be cause
of her apparent age.
Rachael carried the child back into the lobby and stood facing the
director. She explained to him who this child actually was. David
looked at the small figure and he frowned, he then signed a cheque and
told Rachael she now worked for him. Her job was to be my nanny, the
death of my adult body would be arranged. The project I had unwittingly
become a subject of was run by the government and now would have to be
terminated. The termination of project Adam would be an explosion in
lab seven where a facsimile body made to a replica of my records, which
was being done now by robots, would be found.
Wallis was having a good laugh at my predicament and David turned to
him his face purple with rage. He bunched his fist and shook it at him.
He was furious at the guard and he stood face to face.
"Wallis we have just lost a member of staff you heartless pratt!" He
shouted, "He was a member of the god damned company show some fucking
respect"
"Mister Travis watch you language please, there are ladies present."
Rachael told him sternly.
"I'm sorry Ma'am many apologies definitely with a child present as
well."
I was still in Rachael's arms and was getting angry at the way they
were talking about me. I started to fuss about the treatment I was
receiving, to my surprise instead of my body tensing with the anger my
now tiny bladder emptied into the diaper I was wearing. This caused me
to struggle more, Rachael did the usual motherly duty of checking my
diaper which was only slightly wet. My emotions were rampant and I
started to cry loudly.
"Me amt dead me here" I sobbed even my syntax was that of a toddler.
"Yes sweetie your here but Simon is dead, we cannot reverse the process
as you would really die" David explained to me, the tone of his voice
was that of an indulgent adult to a toddler who had asked a silly
question.
Rachael then carried me back to her car, in the time that they had been
speaking David's driver had managed to get hold of a child's car seat.
My anger at the world had turned to depression, here I was I had got my
wish as an adult. To be treated as a baby girl by a woman why the hell
was I not enjoying it. Rachael strapped me into the car seat in the
passenger side of her car and my tears were making me drowsy. They say
the clothes maketh the man well let me tell you the body maketh the
child. I was starting to feel my eyelids get heavy and I started to
drowse.
Rachael and David had thrashed out a story for my presence, I was
Francine her goddaughter. My mommy was called Sandra who was a close
friend from Rachael s school days. She had given custody of me to
Rachael as she had died of cancer. I was three and a half and the shock
of losing my mommy had caused me to regress. Sandra had also left a
large house on the outskirts of the city and her whole fortune to
Rachael to care for me. This was all a lie, the house was owned by
Travis industries and at the present time a nursery was being decorated
for me there. For the next few days I had to act the part of the
disturbed child. Rachael was to act the part of the grieving friend. I
was to live with Rachael at her apartment for a few days whilst the
decorating fumes died down.
The sun was peeking over the skyline as Rachael pulled into the lot in
front of a mall. She woke me up gently and after checking my diaper yet
again she carried me into the mall. She headed straight for a store
that solely sold baby equipment and using cash from a huge wad that
David had given her bought a stroller, a diaper bag, baby bottles and
cloth diapers and rhumba panties. She changed me in the store straight
into a thick cloth diaper and a pair of the frilliest pink rhumba
panties she could of bought. Then came a confection of frills and
ribbons that she had found in the store. She ordered the rest of my
wardrobe and paid extra to have it delivered to her apartment.
We left the mall but instead of going back to the car she wheeled me to
a park where she set the stroller facing a bench then she sat down.
"Simon are you okay?"
"What do yu fimk!" I replied.
"David is sorry that this happened he has set us up nicely though."
"Me domt cawe, me stuk wike dis."
"There's one thing that makes me wonder sweetie, if it was anyone else
they would be finding a way to throw that small body off a bridge or
suffocating them selves."
The dam burst and in my infantile syntax I explained my fetish and
fantasy, about the fact that I had even dressed in my diapers and dress
at the lab if I was working late and no one was about. Rachael s face
went from disgust to shock to understanding then happiness in seconds.
I went on to explain in the past I had paid professional mommies but it
was never real. She then butted in to my explanations and with a smile
said to me that she had mommied a couple of men like me over the net.
To her it was a chance to have something like a child but it was never
real.
We talked me in my toddleresse and her like a mom to her child. She
censored a lot of her talk to make it appropriate for my apparent age.
We made a pact I was to be Francine completely; she was to be my mommy
to help me grow up again. During our talk she had filled a bottle with
apple juice, she lifted me to her lap as we finished and she put the
nipple to my lips. I was thirsty but the humiliation I still felt was
foremost in my mind and first off I refused the proffered nipple. Then
the body took over and I reached forward and latched on slowly draining
the sickly sweet juice. To my body this was ambrosia and soon the
bottle was empty.
We went back to the car and we drove to her apartment, we pulled into
the underground lot that served her building. As Rachael pushed me into
the lobby of her building, the security officer looked up. He smiled as
he saw what to him was a sweet toddler in a stroller. Rachael waved to
him as she walked through the lobby. We entered the elevator and
Rachael pressed the button for her floor, the ride was quiet as we
travelled to her floor. We entered her apartment and by the door were
the bags from the store, Rachael spent half an hour unpacking the bags
into cases to keep up the pretence. I spent that time sat on the floor
in her lounge playing with some toys. The TV was on and an advert for a
doll flashed up, the bright colours caught my attention. I found myself
wanting the doll and wondering if it was as bright as the advert
proclaimed.
"Mama, mama!" I shouted and Rachael looked into the lounge, "ME, WAMT
ME WAMT!" I pointed at the screen excited.
Rachael looked at me and shook her head at my behaviour. I did not
realise I had just referred to Rachael as my mommy. I played happily
whilst Rachael worked allowing the simple pleasures ant the lack of
pressure to allow me to relax. After a meal where my food was most
definitely geared towards a toddler I was bathed and dressed for bed.
My bed for the night was a travel crib set up next to Rachael s bed.
The bath was nice as Rachael stripped and held me in the water next to
her as she washed me. She was dressed in a baby doll nightdress with
frilly panties, I was dressed in a matching baby doll and plastic lined
rhumba panties and we cuddled on the sofa watching a Disney movie. I
fell asleep and Rachael carried me to her bed room but instead of
putting me in the crib she cuddled me and I slept for the first time in
my life in the same bed as a woman albeit I was a infant girl.
I slept with the thought that maybe nightmares were misunderstood fairy
tales and wondered what my future would be. But that was to come.
To be continued
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