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AUTHOR'S NOTES: I wrote this story for fun. I think the last part is kind of funny! The first part explains where the main character comes from. Note to critics: I plan to salvage this story's start and write a serious complete story with it! I also know the last part is bad. Give me a break! Enjoy some laughs! I also intend to write some more vignettes and a conclusion to this piece. Enjoy! I also apologize to Sarah Barndt for using the stepford link. Please forgive me and have a laugh. Hope everybody likes: Christine's adventures in change Written by Bojok71 NOTICE: this story in not for reposting, copying, or transmitting. I reserve at rights to this story. What happens when you do four years of art school? Poverty? Yes! Hard work? Yes! Failure? Oh, yes! Today, though, I'm very well off! What a difference a year makes! I guess I should thank my husband. He is beautiful, masculine, and loving. When the baby comes soon, he'll be a good, prepared father. For now, though, I'll write my story. It's very interesting, sexy, and full of love. In the beginning, there was nothing but a 22 year old with a degree in art. That was me! I lived in an old, fallen down studio while I tried to sell my work. I soon learned that it's next to impossible. I was forced to wash dishes and clean restaurant toilets to survive. Then a letter came to me from an old school chum who had been my best friend. His name was Jack. He said that he wanted to see me again. The letter included his P.O. Box in the city and his E-mail. I figured he wanted to laugh at me, and besides, I couldn't afford to go see him. That letter, though, go me in a very nostalgic mood. Jack and I had grown up together. School, ball, clubs, everything! As kids we genuinely liked each other a lot. We shared all our secrets, and so much of our lives. I missed him so much! Of course, by high school, some things had changed. He was interested in law and making money. I loved art and people. But we still stayed best friends. Our bond actually grew stronger then. Then he left to study business law in one city, but I went to a different city to study art. Saying good bye was the hardest thing I've ever done. We tried to stay in touch, but we soon lost track of each other. I had heard he was very wealthy, both from an inheritance and a very good job. The strangest thing happened a week later. I got another letter from Jack. In this one he said he really wanted to see me. Again the P.O. Box and E-mail. I guessed he just wanted to see me. But why? I E-mailed him to say sorry but I just couldn't come! The reply was a little scary but prompt. He said he was coming to see me, or he would send me a ticket to go and see him. This was serious and I had to face the fact that I was going to see him one way or the other. I decided to go and see him. He sent me a first class ticket and I flew to him. I meet Jack at the airport and noticed imminently that he hadn't changed: and even then, only for the better! It was good to see him. Jack liked in a large, luxury condo in a rich area of town. It was something to see! We also rode in his Porsche, ate dinner at his club, and saw the town. I actually enjoyed myself! However, something was strange. He only made small talk with me. Once I awoke to find him standing in the doorway of my room, looking me up and down. He ran out as soon as I was awake. Then, on the evening before my departure, he turned on me! I was getting ready to fly home when he declared I wasn't going anywhere. "Why?" I asked. "Well? I miss you. And I've learned some secrets about a biotech company I consult with. I want to marry you and have a permanent relationship with you. So, for the betterment of everyone, agree to this. Become Christine, and live here in splendor forever. Or be forced. That was and is the usual plan, and I'm still prepared to do it!" he smugly replied. "No! No! You're sick!" I screamed. I pushed him down and ran out and away from that place. I had to get home. This seemed impossible. The next day's paper heaped more fuel on the fire. The front page declared that I was wanted because I had robbed and assaulted him. It stated that an APB was out for me. I was trapped! However, I was really thinking about his proposal. I did love him in a way. He'd always been there for me. I decided to phone him from a pay phone. I told him I'd agree to his idea on certain grounds: a proper family, a decent home, and a life for me. "Could you REALLY love me?" I cried. "Yes, I could and will!" he retorted. "And the rest will happen too." I agreed. What choice did I have? Besides, we where both very young. Anything could happen later! I surrendered to him the next day and we flew to a town called Stepford. On the private flight he explained that, following the operation and treatment, I would be full-fledged woman. I would be complete in all respects. I was going to then become his wife and tend to the house. He also mentioned a "big" surprise, but refused to talk more about it. We landed in Stepford and I was put under before we even left the airport. A nurse greeted me there, gave me a shot, and led me to a waiting ambulance. I collapsed on a stretcher there. When I awoke, I realized the process had begun. My hair was longer and thicker. I felt smaller but plumper. There was a bandage on my lower abdomen. The only problem was that I was tied to a table! Then a man and woman, who wore medical uniforms and I assumed where a doctor and nurse, entered the room. The man held up a large syringe and commented," This is the last stage. It will cause extreme but momentary pain." He quickly moved to the table and injected the contents of the syringe into my abdomen. The pain was massive! I thought I'd die! I could feel my guts being rearranged. However, the pain quickly passed. I looked down at my body. I had a vulva and breasts. I was a real girl! However, just as I was getting used to my new body, the woman said, "We hope you like children, because you are going to have one." "WHAT?! THAT IS NOT POSSIBLE!!" I screamed. "Yes you are. You will be a mommy. Didn't Jack mention a surprise? He's the father and you're the mommy." The man said. At this point, the woman spread my legs and the man gave me a vaginal exam. She finished and said, "You're perfect! A full fledged woman." They untied me and helped me up. I felt funny - bottom heavy and shorter. The woman gave me a pair of soft pink pajamas with short pants. I felt covered but still naked. They led me to a small sitting room where Jack was sitting. I sat across from him in a rocking chair. "You are now Christina! And I think you are so very brave. This process creates perfect women. You will now stay here in Stepford for a while and learn to be lady-like and a good housewife. Speaking of wives, here!" he exclaimed. I will never forget that moment. He opened a small box and presented me with a massive diamond ring. He slipped it on my finger. We where engaged! Soon after, he left me to my training. I had classes in every thing from dancing to knitting: from cooking to baby care. Some classes though where very messy. The hygiene class was gross but useful. The sexuality class was very explicit. This was the only part that scared me - a man was going to fuck me! The other women in town where very nice and dotting on me. I learned to dress myself, pamper my man, and run a house. But soon my time in Stepford ended. Me and Jack where married there in a small but warm ceremony. I decided to take my vows seriously and be a good wife and mother. My mind seemed to be charging, too. I was becoming submissive, gentle, and affectionate. The changes where also occurring to my body. My boobs, bottom, and hips where all growing quickly. I wondered when this would stop. Judging from the other Stepford women, I would be huge by the end of my pregnancy. This bothered me - I thought Jack would want a thin, shapely wife. We honeymooned at a very expensive, pleasant mountain resort. It was lovely! That first night, he came out of the bathroom and I saw him naked. He was basically a Greek god! He was very handsome, muscular, and hard bodied. His cock was huge! I reluctantly touched his cock and it hardened! He then undressed me and commented, "I want to look at you. You are so beautiful!" He touched and began to suck my nipples. I could feel my cunt getting all wet and swollen and juicy. He moved down and began to use his fingers to play with it. I was panting as he started to finger fuck me! Jack then pushed me down onto the bed and entered me. He was huge inside, but I only felt momentary pain: then waves of raw pleasure! He began to grunt and thrust. I flew higher with each thrust, and finally, with my vision a mess of colors, and my heart racing rapidly, I came! He shuttered and came a second later. As me breathing normalized, he held me close. I decided to look at his cock. He was still semi-hard. I felt very funny - I started kissing and licking his dick. As he was stiffening and moaning, I started to suck him off. I felt no revolt, only love. He came in my mouth and I swallowed it. It was slightly salty, but O.K. We basically fucked and loved for two weeks! His whole attitude towards me also changed. He became very loving and warm. He changed my name from Christina to Chrissie to Sweetie. I liked that! When we returned to his, now our home, I learned that he had sold his condo and bought us a large home in a very exclusive, wealthy suburb just north of the city. It was secluded at the end of a quiet lane, with a large private backyard and porch. The house was a work of art - very modern and massive! With Jack at work, I set myself to housework. My creativity was channeled into cupcake designs and knitting. I joined a community women's group. I wanted to be the best partner Jack could have! We were fucking twice a day. He was my stallion! His cock and the great feelings it brought where turning me into a contented wife and his affection was great as well. He started to bring me home gifts - candy, flowers, and underwear. On an underwear day, I would model it for him right a way. He loved it! One evening he picked me up and drove me to a car dealer. Jack pointed to a red mini-van. "That's yours." He said. "Enjoy!" I started crying with joy. "It's? It's BEAUTIFUL!!" I cried. I drove it home and discovered it had everything. CD, plush trim, even inside fold down seats! "He's the best!" I though out loud. My poor body, though, was changing. I was growing fast and adding weight. I was always snacking. This was bothering Jack, who finally told me, "You need to start eating healthy meals to feed the two of you - full, hot meals three times a day. Three snacks in morning, afternoon and at bedtime. Understand?" I was afraid of this sudden stance, as well as for my self-image. I told him, "I'm afraid of getting fat! You don't want that, do you?" "WHAT I want is a big healthy baby and a round, full wife! I think preggers are sexy! So you'd better start eating tomorrow! Now I think this issue is closed! And go buy yourself some nice sexy maturity outfits. You're bursting out all over!" he forcefully stated. I had been told. However I actually felt better, because Jack's decision was best. I also felt loved, acknowledged and led in the right direction. I secretly hoped this wouldn't end until I had the baby. We fucked very hard that evening and saw stars when I orgasmed. However, the second time he entered me from the rear. "To show you? we can? still fuck? even if you weigh 300 pounds!" I was gasping - his cock felt even bigger this way! I orgasmed twice from this and it felt as if all that existed in the world at that time was me, Jack, and his cock! The next morning, we awoke, and he dressed and I fed him. At the table he outlawed coffee and cola drinks. "You don't need them - neither does the baby. Drink milk or juice," he informed me. We went out to the garage, but he stopped in the foyer. He bent me over a couch out there and pulled up my nightie. He started to rub and caress my ass and touch my pussy. I was getting juicy and turned on! "Here's a reminder of our talk yesterday and my love that you're so worried about!" he exclaimed. I heard his zipper drop and, in one movement, he penetrated me! He started to rotate his hips and fuck me. I was flying! He came, withdrew, fixed his clothes, and picked up his briefcase. I was still coming down. "I love you - regardless of anything else. Now remember our talk yesterday," he said, and then he left. I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself, then to the bedroom to change into a dress. This was going to be a long but fun day! I went to the kitchen. Jack had fully stocked the fridge and cupboard the evening before. As I stood there, I had a vision of myself-naked, with a huge belly that I was rubbing, and smiling from ear-to-ear! That sent me to work! My cook's training took over. Hot cereal, sausage patties, eggs, ham, waffles with syrup & butter and fruit all quickly appeared. I ate the whole thing and felt full but good. I cleaned up the kitchen. I felt tired so I went back to bed and slept. I awoke about two hours later. Feeling refreshed, I took a shower, dressed, and grabbed the phone book: I was on a hunt for maternity clothes. I found three stores and a lingerie shop. I headed out to find a new wardrobe! I shopped all day and found everything I needed. It was expensive, but worth it. I found one outfit in the first place that I loved. It was a set of flowered pink shorts and a matching top. I was admiring it where a saleslady came over, "Why don't you try it on?" she asked. "Because I'm afraid I may not take it off." I replied. "I don't think that's a bad idea. I think you need some measurements taken anyway." She replied. "O.K. maybe my bra will then fit right." I said. I took the outfit to the changing room and the saleslady went off to the underwear area. I entered the change room and stripped. She entered a minute later. She was very professional and measured me, then declared, "you're a 36C cup, and growing fast!" she handed me a bra and bikini pants, "the panties ride very low, so your belly will be free and clear." I dressed and was so happy with my appearance I was crying. I was cute and feminine. I was so happy. I got sandals there, and the she brought me a wide brimmed straw hat. I was ready to go! I bought other outfits there. After the next couple of stores, I had a totally new wardrobe. I had protected my femininity and my looks. I was ecstatic! That evening, I modeled my new clothes for Jack. He was happy as I modeled the clothes. "My mommy-to-be now looks like a mommy-to-be!" he exclaimed. I had high cut tops and low cut pants (the salesladies had told me to show off my belly), maternity dresses, and sweat suits. I had proper shoes and underwear. I was now a pregnant woman and I loved it! We decided to give my old outfits to charity-I wouldn't need them for a while, and I really didn't want any reminders of my old self. END PART ONE Part two and notes: Chrisse is about to get babied and spoiled. While I realize this piece is both completely unrealistic and goofy, that's the fun of it! I awoke the next morning and decided to check out the local community and recreation center. Jack had talked about its size and the fact he had given them a lot of money. I thought it might be fun! I ate my usual four course breakfast and was feeling good. My courses where 1) cereal 2) eggs and meat, 3) starch, and 4) sweets. I found this to be working: my snacking had stopped, I had lots of energy, and I felt full in so many ways. I cleaned up and drove to the recreation center. The center was huge and very well equipped. I walked in and has greeted by a young lady. She said hello and asked about what I wanted. Her name was Margaritte. "I'm not sure." I replied. "Well, we can discuss that. We have lots of programs and things to do. Let's go sit in my office and talk. Can I get you coffee?" she offered. "No coffee for me, but a glass of juice would be fine. The rest is O.K. too." I said. We entered her office and sat down. It was wood paneled and tastefully done. I relaxed and started to feel comfortable around her. She got me my juice and stated," We have swimming, crafts, photography, pregnant gym and art. Does any of that sound good?" she asked. "Well, I love crafts and social events. But I just want to meet some friends." I stated. "We can go for walks, cook in the building kitchen, or sit and talk." She replied. "Why are you being so nice to me?" I honestly asked. "You are Jacks wife?" she enquired. "Yes I am" I added. "He's a big giver to our charity programs. I've seen your photo. We want you to be happy!" she said. I was looking at the wall and I realized that she was the center's director! "Well, first of all, I only want to deal with you. Can you give me any time, Marg?" I stated. "Yes - any time you want within reason. Here are some phone numbers for you." She replied. She wrote them out and gave me the sheet. It had her direct line, her personal cell phone and her home phone. She said, "you will never get voice mail. And call anytime you need me. Now, take the brochure and read it. Then call me." She directed. She was walking me out when we passed a clothing sales area. I stopped and looked. I noticed some things I liked. "I want an outfit like this!" it was a terry cloth outfit, intended for a child. I was dreaming when Marg spoke up, "We can do that. It would be very comfy and cute!" Before I knew it, a staff was taking measurements. I told them to use pink material and to sew a baseball bat and ball on one cheek of the shorts and flowers on the other side. I wanted "sweetie" in red on the chest. I was acting spoiled, but Marg and the other staff simply smiled and babied me. She commented, "that's only one outfit! We will do a couple in other soft colors. How about t-shirts, caps, sneakers, socks, and sports underwear? Start picking!" I was honest and stated, "I don't have much cash. Do you take interact?" Marg gasped and firmly told me, "You don't pay! After all Jack has given, you can have anything you want - forget about paying! He'd cut us off if you got anything but the best! Now pick!" I picked up a whole array of sports clothes - colorful caps, sun hats and t-shirts. Marg helped me pick the best in the other areas. My socks where $30 a pair, but they where thick and high tech. Marg told me that they wicked away sweat. I got sports underwear made of a thinner but similar material. The outfit appeared and I tried on some of my new clothes. The cloth was so soft! I felt very loved and innocent. Marg then showed me around the center. I loved meeting the staff, talking to them, and being introduced as Jack's wife! They where all very nice and respectful - I wonder why?! By this time, I was hungry and preparing to leave, but I decided to test Marg. "I'm hungry and thirsty and tired and bored!" I balled. She started rubbing my back and offered in a gentle voice, "please come this way. It will all be taken care of." I followed and she led me to a room with large patio doors. It was amply furnished and had a pile of toys. She opened the doors and opened a large barbeque. She fired it up and re-entered the room. She went into a small kitchen and returned with steak burger patties and chicken pieces. She put them on the barbeque and returned. She poured tomato juice and offered sandwich fixings. "I'm sorry. I should have fed you earlier. But food is coming soon. Now for some amusements." I made a sandwich and followed her into an adjoining room. It was filled with toys and stuff. I instantly fell in love with large teddy bear. I hugged and claimed it. "Another friend! You are so popular!" she giggled. She put the radio on and we started dancing. I felt very protected and loved. We went out of the patio (which was enclosed and very big but private) and Marg finished the cooking. I started to eat! After two double burgers with everything and chicken thighs, I was full. Marg talked very gently to me, "any time you need me. We are here for you. Now have a rest and a snooze before I drive you home." She rubbed my back and dozed. She was like a sister, so I asked, "can I call you sister? I already feel so comfy with you. Please!" she gasped, "sure, I'm glad you've taken a liking to me." I could tell the moment was special to her too. I awoke a little later and she drove me home in my van. She helped me carry my stuff in. before she left; she put her arm around me and whispered, "any time." Another van arrived and took her away. I phoned Jack at work. He was happy to hear from me (he was always after me to phone him there!). I said, "I met you friend Marg today at the community center." He laughed and spoke, "I know. I told her to be ready for you. Was it O.K.?" I told him yes and also about my outfit. "Leave it on - I want to see it!" he ordered. I said see you soon. He arrived home and hugged me. "Lovely outfit!" he commented. "Do you want to go to the park and see the fair?" he asked. I agreed and off we went. The fair was huge and I loved it! I started in, of course, the food area. The smells overwhelmed me! I didn't know where to start, but Jack did. He suggested I start with something spicy, "to fire me up!" I picked nachos with cheese to start. The girl added sour cream and chopped veggies to the top. I ate it and felt alive. I moved on to sausages and ribs. The sauces where dripping everywhere, but I didn't care! To some I must have been quite the sight: I huge pregnant woman dressed in terry cloth with food stains! Jack didn't mind, in fact, he was urging me on to enjoy everything! I finished up with a huge chocolate ice cream. At this point, a child and her mother approached me. She smiled and asked me about the baby. I told her to touch my belly and feel the baby. She giggled and commented on my clothes, saying she had a similar outfit at home! I just giggled. She had a stuffed elephant toy that I was taking a liking to, so I asked about it. She told me that her mother had won it in playing a game and that it's name was buster. "Can I please have Buster? I think my baby would love him! Please." I whined. She smiled, touched my stomach. And held out the toy. "I have eight teddies at home. Take him and love him," she offered. Her mother was crying and hugged us both. She praised her daughter for this kind act. She started digging in her purse and pulled out two twenties. "Please take this!" she said. Jack refused, but as she was only getting upset, finally accepted. he laughed, saying, "we really don't need this." she responded with," I know, but please take it-for my conscience." We said good-bye and moved on. I was hugging and thinking about the elephant. I had asked the girl for quite a sacrifice. But she had agreed. We moved on and Jack was whispering in my ear, "let's go to the game area. I'm going to win you something!" we walked around the game area, until I spotted a large fabric doll, "That one!" I exclaimed. He skillfully knocked down all the pins until I got it. I cried out, "another little friend! I'm so lucky to have so many nice people in my life!" He hugged and kissed me. I was also starting to appreciate my outfit. The way the sports bra supported and held my boobs. The comfort of the cloth. This was made for here! I only felt one problem, and I'd ask marg about that tomorrow! I looked around and saw myself in a glass display. I was big with a lot of belly between the top and shorts. My hair was pulled back and pulled through the hole in the back of the cap. My face was plain and food stained. I looked like a little kid with her daddy! I told this to Jack and he commented, "you make daddy happy. You're a good little girl. Becoming so honest and loving. Even if a little spoiled, and I can afford that! Just enjoy it all - you deserve it!" Then I realized that Jack's money and prestige would insure good treatment in most areas. I had no worries but my own and the baby's. I could, if I wanted, be a child and get attention. This was a heady realization. The next day, I was lazing around after my housework was done when the phone rang. It was Marg "There is another finished outfit that I'm bringing to you. I saw you last night. You where so proud you where strutting! I didn't come over because you where so involved in yourself and Jack. Any problems?" she asked. "No. I enjoyed yesterday. The BBQ was fun! But I felt eyes on me last night - jealous, pathetic eyes. I wish every one would be happy for me. I guess some sick people don't!" I cried. "I'm coming to get you; you need me! See you in a minute!" she exclaimed. I calmly dressed and sat in the front window. She arrived in the same van as yesterday. She collected me, but was unhappy about my clothing. "You're on a team! Where's your uniform?" she playfully commented. Then added, "there are three more at the center. In soft yellow, blue stripe, and purple, and all in that cloth you love. So you'll be dressed soon enough." After arrival, we entered and I dressed in blue stripe. I picked a blue ball cap to wear, as well as sandals and underwear. After I dressed, she offered me food (sausage and kabobs with salad). I accepted and off we went. As I ate, she offered, "If you felt upset, why no call? I told you yesterday?" "It was 2:30 in the morning!" I countered. "ANYTIME! Please?" "O.K." I finally agreed. We played in the kitchen and baked cookies. Well, she baked. I sloped and played and talked. I did eat those cookies though! We went for a walk then and chatted. She told me that those others didn't matter. That she could give me anything I needed. And that Jack really loved me. I felt better then, but I wanted her touch, so I snuggled up to her side. She held me. I decided to ask her about something very intimate. I began with, "can I ask you something personal and a little gross?" she laughed and said, "just spit it out! Anything at all!" I giggled and asked her to lock the door. She did, and when she sat down, I pulled my shorts down. "All the hair down there is really uncomfortable and last night it got all sweaty, damp, and ugly. Can you help me deal with it?" "I was wondering about this since I watched you dress the other day. And from the many women I've seen naked, you are one of the hairiest. The only problem is Jack. I think I'd better ask him about this. Or you can. Which will it be?" she openly stated. "I think... you should ask. And please justify it..." I whined. "I understand. It's ok! But you need to understand I need his signed consent. So it's ok for me to get that?" she said. "It's fine. He is the adult. I'm just worried he will not give it!" I whimpered. "Oh, I can talk him into anything. Come on, we will do it now." she sounded like she was in change and we went to her office, she locked the door behind us. She phoned him and put it on the speaker phone. They had to get him out of a meeting, and I was very worried. He picked up the phone and started talking, "hello?" Marg identified herself and told him she needed some approvals. He asked which ones. "We need one to help your wife be more comfortable." she confidently stated. "In what way?" he asked. "She simply has asked me shave her pubic hair. She finds it uncomfortable, and she's afraid to go swimming or receive massage because of it. I want your written consent to do this for her." her statement was strong. I didn't even think of those reasons. He was laughing and said, "O.K. spokesperson, you can fax me a document and I'll sign it. Such a good girl. And be quick, if she's uncomfortable! And tell her I understand and that I'm not worried or upset. Better me then some stranger on the street! You know my personal fax-send it now. Good bye!" Her printer was going and in a couple of seconds she was faxing. A few minutes later, the fax machine came to life and spit out the paperwork. Marg read it and said ,"its ok you are clear!" It was a strong experience knowing that he trusted Marg enough with me to agree. She was so special! The love I felt for both of these people was intense that I was having a hard time holding back anything. I was whimpering and crying until Marg came over and hugged me. She whispered," its ok! You just get it all out." she photocopied the papers and told me to follow her. I went to pull my shorts up, but she stopped me. "Do you really want to cover that? I think it should be left bare." she went to her closet and returned with a big T-shirt for a fun run they had. The front declared that the wearer was a gold level champion. It was made of thick, soft cotton. I stripped and put it on. Now I felt like nothing was hidden. It was strange walking the corridor almost naked, but Marg's presence made me feel perfectly comfortable. She stopped at a cupboard labeled "hygiene" and picked up some things we would need. She put them in a small bag and we moved on. A young staff woman met us in the hall and asked Marg about what was up. Marg pointed to my crotch and explained what was up! The girl shuddered and reminded Marg about a meeting they had. Marg tried to get of it but the girl was insistent. She said, "that spoiled thing has taken you over. I don't care what her hubby donates! She's a dirty pig! God!" Marg finally gave in to her. I was very upset, but Marg's wink and smile told me something was up. "Can she stay and play in your playroom? There is nowhere else for her to go, and I think she'd like that," Marg explained. The girl, whose name was Sue, rolled her eyes and finally agreed, saying, "I guess so. This is embarrassing! Well, I guess she loves dolls." We went though a closed off back hallway until we reached her room. It was big, with carpet on part and wood floor on others. Some cabinets where against on wall, and toy shelves lined the walls. A skylight let in lots of light. Marg stayed with me while the girl went to the bathroom. She quietly unlocked all the cabinets and whispered, "I'm afraid to leave you, but I think you can show her what happens when you're not securely and properly supervised! This staff is a bitch and a pain. Jack could cut us off over this! She'll probably be fired! Time for some messy fun! And don't you worry, I'll be back soon to finish the job I started!" Marg locked the door behind herself and left me. I could get out, but no one could get in. I was lonely and let down. I cried for a few minutes, then I remembered Marg's comment on messy fun! I opened the first cabinet and found art supplies. I rifled the shelves and found markers, paint, fancy paper, brushes and stickers. I'd come back to this later. The next one held doll houses and such. I took out a play farm and played for a minute on a nearby table. Then out came a doll house. Soon the cupboard was empty, and the table was full. In the back, I found several plastic wrapped sets of what appeared to be storybooks. One package had a note attached stating that Jack's funds had been used to buy the books and to send him a thank you note. But a sticky note attached below that stated that she had too many packages and was going to "donate" this package to some school downtown! My husband had given this for them, not for some poor school! I claimed the package and took it up to a table. I got scissors from the art cupboard and cut the plastic off. It contained a number of animal story books and a corresponding workbook. I smiled and found ones on cute panda bears, squirrels, storks, and blue jays. The workbooks contained several exercises. An enclosed receipt told me the set cost $350.00 dollars, so I hesitated to do anything, but then I remembered the note! She was going to throw this out, and besides, now it was mine! I took a pen and added drawings and writing to some books. I did the workbooks and enjoyed them. I ripped up books with snakes, bugs, and crocodiles-they where to scary! I was happily messing there, when I needed the bathroom. Where to go? The proper bathroom was down a cold, empty hall - I didn't want to leave the room. Then I noticed a strange piece of furniture in the corner. I investigated and found it to be a potty. It was on wheels and made of sturdy hardwood. It had a full size seat and bowl. A dispenser with soft, medicated wipes was on the top, and it smelled faintly of bleach. I pulled it into the center of the room, sat down, and had a huge shit. I wiped with the wipes, closed the lid, and wheeled it back in the corner. The room was a mess by then. I took off my t-shirt, picked up a pot, and started marching around the room banging a tune. Marg returned a few minutes later, alone. She giggled and hugged me. She sniffed the potty and commented, "at least it's not on the floor!" I showed her the books and the note. She replied to the note," I'm so sorry! This is both wrong and unapproved. However, I fully explained you and your situation to that girl. She will be here in a minute!" The girl entered, looked around, and spoke, "I'm so sorry about how I treated you. I didn't understand. Please forgive me." "That's not for me to decide. Marg is your boss. My husband though, is going to want answers." She was simply staring at the ground. I paraded out naked. Marg followed me and apologized. "I'm not mad at you. But I don't feel safe with her around. I hope all your staff aren't like she!" I said. "No they are not. I'll introduce you to one tomorrow who's been begging for a chance to support you! I'd better phone Jack and explain about today. He will be mad, and I don't blame him!" After her phone call to him, she drove me home. "Tomorrow will be a better day!" she said. Jack was waiting for me in the house. We sat down in the living room, and he cleared his throat and spoke, "I had full faith in them this morning. I had little this evening. Are you ok?" "Yes, but I'm very hungry! Please order pizza!" he quickly followed through on my request. I told him about the books and he was not pleased. He was phoning his very high up friends there in the morning to declare: A) that girl needed to be fired, and B) I was Marg's first priority. The pizza arrived and I ate it. I was so upset and miserable that I told Jack I didn't want sex that night. He understood, and stated he would sleep in the guest room. I worried about the morning, this new woman, and Marg. I rolled around all night. Jack came to me before he left for work and stated, "if anything happens today at that center, call me right away!" I agreed. He thought that was a good idea. He left and soon after I arose, did me housework, and dressed. I phoned Marg about that day's events. She would come and get me and bring me there. Then she'd introduce me to this new woman. Then in the afternoon she'd solve my hygiene problem. She arrived promptly and took me to the center. I whined about hunger and thirst. She took me to the kitchen and cooked me breakfast- eggs; bacon, sausage, pancakes, juice, and a ham sandwich were offered and eaten. I was full and calming down. I changed into my yellow outfit. We entered her office and she paged someone named, "Elsie", a minute later she bounced into the room. She was a high energy blond in a staff track suit. She hugged me and exclaimed that she was so happy to work with me. She reassured me by saying that she was as good a staff as Marg, and that Marg would return soon. She led me to the same playroom I had been in before, but it had been cleaned. She showed me around, telling me about games, toys, art supplies, and activities. "You do what ever you want; I'm your support and guidance person." She told me. We played games and talked and I painted a picture for Marg. She was so warm and full of energy that she could make anyone happy! Soon, though, I needed the toilet. I told her this and she simply smiled and moved to her closet. Then she moved to the potty corner (there where three there) and wheeled one into the middle of the room. Elsie then put latex gloves on and led me by the hand to the potty. She flipped the lid up and gently pulled my shorts down. I sat on the potty and did my thing. "There's a good girl! Keep pushing! I'm so proud of you!" I giggled. I stood up and she took some wipes and cleaned me. Then she pulled my shorts back up. She removed her gloves and cleaned her hands. Elsie smiled and hugged me saying, "There's my good girl!" she wheeled the potty to the far corner of the room. This was so special! When Marg returned, she smiled and we left. We went to the pool area. We entered a private changing room and Marg led me to the back of the area. She changed into a bathing suit, and gave me a t-shirt to wear. I stripped and put it on. Then she picked up a hose and started to spray me with it. The water was warm and it felt good. After I was warm and soaked, she took me to a big vinyl mat off to the side. She doubled up part of it, and I lay on it. I spread my legs and looked down. She started with a wet/dry battery powered shaver to get the long hairs off. Then she used a rose scented pink shaving cream to coat the hairs. She started using a safety razor to remove the hairs. She shaved the whole thing bare, taking her time around the lips and bum hole. I rolled over to let her do that part. Then she sprayed me again to clean me off. The final act was to rub rich cocoa butter on my crotch to cool it and prevent burns or sores. I touched the now smooth area and was amazed - not one rough spot. I dried off in a towel marg had, but I stayed naked. I asked if the young one from earlier could come back. marg left for a minute and returned with her. "It's so clean now. Bet you're happy!" she exclaimed. "Oh, yes! I am!" I followed marg back to the office we had started in. I dressed in a clean outfit. We decided that I would visit here three afternoons a week and spend time with her. This was fine to me - she was the best! She drove me home and Jack was already there. He hugged and kissed me." did it go ok? Are you ok?" I said," I've never felt better! i so lucky to have the two of you..." I started balling in his arms. "Are you ok? Are you mad at us? Please don't be!" "Why would I be mad? I gave permission for it didn't I? I'm very happy you two asked. Can I see it?" I dropped my shorts and he loved it! He said," it's so clean and bare! Someone's going to get some special loving tonight!" he exclaimed. "When don't I get special loving at night?" I joked. And so I began to see Marg all the time. She is the best friend I could have. End part two. To be continued and finished