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Unexpected Mommy - Part 6 By Trish5160 It was early when Cynthia appeared at the bottom of the stairs and knew that Alix was already up and about. He wasn't on the couch sleeping in as she expected. As she turned toward the kitchen, she called out to him. "Alix honey, where are you?" Like they were playing a game of hide and seek. She found a vision of loveliness standing there smiling at her. Cynthia lost her complete train of thought after discovering Alix. He slightly resembled himself, but looked a lot more girlish. How could he change so much in such a short period of time? There was a moment of uncomfortable silence between them. All Cynthia could think about was that she saw an angel standing there in her kitchen. An angel with perfect facial features and a drop dead gorgeous figure. She scanned him from head to toe, not missing an inch. She carefully surveyed his entirely feminine outline. Alix saw her eyes gazing upon him up and down. He suddenly became self conscious and felt exposed and he wanted to cover himself. Just like any girl would. "Awww, look at you! You look so fab this morning!" Cynthia said with enthusiasm, sporting a big smile and clasping her hands together. Alix immediately lit up with a smile himself at the compliment. He looked down to admire himself only to first see his new boobies jetting out with their new youthful look. He felt proud of them, as any girl would. He tried, but he couldn't take his eyes off his new mounds. And neither could Cynthia. They were round, full and soft. They were very impressive! Cynthia's eyes were drawn to Alix's new assets like a moth to a flame. She noticed how much larger they had developed over night. She guessed they weren't just a B cup anymore, but they were a fuller B cup! She resolved that if he grew any larger, he'd have to graduate to the next size cup! She let out a giggle inside thinking there would be some new bra shopping in his future very soon! "He must still be making milk." She studied the all too familiar wet spots encircling his breast tips. She thought she may as well just hang a sign around his neck that proclaimed...Warning: Nursing Mommy in the Room! Beyond the milk soaked petal pads, she saw his bra was still firmly supporting him in its satiny laced cups. She could see every detail of this magnificently crafted designer nursing bra he was wearing under his sheer pajama top. Cynthia had pondered if Alix's condition might have subsided during the overnight hours. But to any casual observer, they would plainly conclude Alix would have to wear a bra from this day forward. Oh the joys of being a woman, Cynthia reflected. One of many joys as a woman. "Turn around, let me have a look at you!" Cynthia motioned with her hands. Alix did. He twirled around on his tippy toes for her. "Oh-- so pretty!" she exclaimed. Cynthia also noticed to her amusement - his butt was more developed too! She contemplated what she read on WebMD. The changes to his body had not slowed at all. Alix's heart jumped for joy at the compliments Cynthia was showering upon him. Evidence that his heart was filled with those no longer foreign chemicals his body was mass producing. The girl hormones almost fully controlled the new reactions of his heart. Alix looked stunning. He belonged in a Fredericks of Hollywood magazine modeling lingerie. His hair still perfectly styled in a French braid, curly wispies cascaded down the sides of his delicate face. His face appeared familiar, yet different. His cheeks were higher, more defined and rosy. His eyes seemed bluer and wider. His nose smaller and cute as a button, and his lips were pouty, full and kissable. His nails still appeared like little pink jewels on his finger tips. Cynthia noticed his bra, his panty and what did she also see? She caught a glimpse of an oval shaped 'something' covering his crotch. Holy shit, was he wearing a feminine pad? She became amused!! OMG! Yes he was! The little tart was wearing a Kotex designed for a girl's period!! As you know, his pajama bottom was so sheer it left nothing to the imagination. So without any protective covering, his panty was fully visible, just like his matching bra. But beyond the panty fabric, you could clearly see the oval shape of Alix's sanitary napkin. She concluded that if he wasn't wearing the pad you would probably see a slightly darker patch of hair identifying a vagina or in this case, his teeny pee-pee. Cynthia didn't think he figured his pad was visible to her. He made no attempt to cover himself. She wanted to ask him why in the world he would put on a sanitary pad... but she held off for now. But she made a note of it and would ask him about it later. Alix felt uncomfortable being stared at like this. Cynthia's eyes were all over him. All Alix wanted to do was to run away. But he knew he couldn't. He felt her stares upon his breasts and his bottom. To Cynthia, Alix looked like a 14 year old girl with a boob issue. The issue being his breasts were a bit large for a girl his age. But he was pretty, make no mistake. With a little make-up he would look phenomenal. As it was, no one would be able to tell Alix was really a boy, except for Alix, Cynthia and his mom. "Alix, why don't you sit down at the table and I'll heat up some water and us make some tea." Cynthia pulled out the chair for him because he looked so much like a young lady. That was the first time Cynthia felt chivalric in her life. Alix gently sat in the chair and scooted it up to the table with her help. "Now Alix, sit like I told you yesterday honey. Sit up, shoulders back, and let your bottom and hips support you. No slouching dear." Alix corrected his posture. They both couldn't get past his 'rack' sticking out the way it was. His boobs were a distraction for both of them. As Cynthia was preparing their morning tea, he looked out the window and the beautiful day that was beginning. The sun was already high in the sky. It was deep blue with puffy white clouds that reminded him of cotton candy his mom used to buy for him at the fair when he was little. He saw wonderful colors all around. There were pretty wildflowers that peppered Cynthia's yard. But he never noticed them before. All the colors looked so vibrant today, so clear and beautiful. Some of the flowers reminded him of the lace sewn into his bra and panty. It brought an embarrassed smile to his face. He felt solace too. He was relaxed in spite of his ever changing body. He himself saw bigger changes from what he remembered the day before. When he came over to babysit he looked like a normal 14 year old boy, maybe a bit small, but he looked like he always had. But between last night and this morning, his body had undergone significant changes. Physically and emotionally he knew he was changing. Part of him wanted it to stop because he was so scared of the unknown. Was he a boy now or wasn't he? He was scared of his father and brothers and all their friends and relatives. What would they say? Would they still love him? Would they reject him? As long as he could remember, he wanted this very thing. He had cried himself to sleep many, many times. But now that it was becoming a reality, he was quite understandably shaken and afraid. He knew what he had done by dressing up the night before. He knew it was wrong to have pretended to be Cynthia's boy's mommy for a few innocent hours. He definitely knew he had broken some natural law when he first pretended to breastfeed Mrs. Stone's baby. That seemed to be when everything came crashing down on him. He reflected upon what WebMD said was happening to him. This was all his fault. There would be no one else to blame. If he didn't try breastfeeding Cynthia's baby, he'd be back home in his own bed with his boy boobs, not these new pronounced tits. He was only pretending last night! He was both disgusted and yet excited to have his new figure, but it's not a boy's body. And he knew it. His feelings were bitter sweet. He continued looking out the kitchen window thinking about his predicament and watched a young mother walking down the sidewalk pushing a stroller. She was wearing a pretty yellow sun dress with white polka dots with a puffy skirt that came just above her knees. She had long silky looking legs with matching low yellow heels. Her hair was tied in a pony tail with a matching ribbon. She had brightly painted red lips. She moved with such grace. He felt an unexplained ache in his heart he never felt before. He felt jealous of that young woman pushing the stroller. She had her very own baby, he thought. His heart communicated something to him like never before. His heart was almost fully a female heart and it was directly tied to his brain. His heart would dominate the relationship. He longed to be her, outside pushing his baby in a stroller. More so, he too wanted to be noticed dressed in such pretty clothes. It wasn't just a longing, it was an aching. To a female, this kind of ache was painful. He felt his heart and it felt an emptiness he has never felt previously. Tears began to well up in his eyes. Cynthia interrupted his daydreaming and asked him if there was anything wrong. Alix continued to stare out the window at the young woman. Cynthia saw a tear roll down Alix's cheek. She looked out the window to see what Alix was watching and saw the lady out there pushing the stroller. "Pretty dress she has on, isn't it? Cynthia whispered in his ear, with a devilish smile. "Oh yes." Alix sniffled, wiping the tears away. Cynthia poured the hot water into the femininely decorated tea cups. Alix continued gazing out the window, observing all the bright, vibrant colors of his new world. Cynthia sat down next to him and she began talking to him like he was a real girl, trying to reach the girl inside him to see if he'd really changed mentally and how he might respond. Cynthia wanted to encourage him as much as possible to blossom. "Alix, you look very pretty this morning, prettier than that lady walking down the street. Oh that dress would look so good on you too. You have a better figure than her anyways. Maybe later today we can go shopping for a dress like that. I bet it came from Macy's. We can look thru some catalogs before we shop if you want to. We should try some make-up for you honey to highlight your big blue eyes." Cynthia pushed all the right buttons. Alix pulled himself away from his outdoor distractions long enough to focus on what Cynthia just said to him. Quietly he responded. "I'd love to go shopping for a new dress, Mrs. Stone. That's kind of you to invite me" "Maybe we can bring your mom and my boys along with us. It would be a lot of fun! We can take the entire day if you like." "I'd like that very much. I never went dress shopping before." Alix meekly replied. All he could think about was that woman outside and how he wanted to be dressed just like her. "This is a new day for you Alix, I can tell. Yes, a new beginning. Like a fresh start!" Cynthia said smiling ear to ear and acting all chirpy. Alix had to smile too as the excitement of dress shopping brought him to life. His heart fluttered thinking about the shopping trip. He felt butterflies in his tummy. Maybe things won't be so bad, he thought. Cynthia would have him shop for other things too while on their shopping trip. He will need to be expertly measured and fitted for his own bras. He'll need some teen girl starter clothes if he was going to be her live in nanny and find some acceptance. She would surprise him later. Cynthia knew his mom would be in full support of the plan. After all, they had an agreement. The two chit chatted for a little bit more about their families while sipping their tea. His mannerisms seemed to blur between the masculine and the feminine. Cynthia noticed while Alix was sipping, he daintily held his little pinky finger out. She even caught him giggling like a girl at different things they would talk about. She wondered if he was doing it instinctively or on purpose. Either way he was animated and a pleasure to interact with. Cynthia and Alix were interrupted by the baby suddenly crying upstairs. Both 'girls' didn't want to be interrupted. As they were really enjoying each others company getting to know each other better. Cynthia let out a big sigh and with a half hearted smile, went upstairs to get her baby from his crib. Alix sat at the table finishing his tea. She could hear Cynthia upstairs talking to her child in baby talk. She heard her baby talk while she was changing his diaper. This softened Alix's heart and his demeanor some more. He thought it was cute the way Cynthia was talking so cute to him. He could hear her baby cooing and gurgling and making baby noises. Hearing all this made Alix smile. It wasn't until he heard her ask her baby if he was hungry that he froze..."is little baby hungry... does little baby want some milky? " Alix knew what that meant. The notion startled him and he became nervous. Just thinking about the baby suckling at his breast again made his breasts drip more milk. It must be a brain to breast reaction he figured. The inside of his bra was getting wetter from his creamy discharges. Cynthia brought the baby downstairs and into the kitchen. She was holding her baby boy, gently bouncing him on her hip to keep him relaxed and occupied. Her baby had his fingers in his mouth and he was sucking on them. His fingers and lips were wet with baby drool. When baby saw Alix sitting at the table, he leaned over toward him with his little arms out stretched. He was trying to crawl out of Cynthia's arms to Alix. He was grunting and trying to escape Cynthia's grasp. As Cynthia held him tighter, he cried becoming more demanding. Finally becoming impatient for his morning meal, he began screaming at the top of his lungs! Cynthia tried to calm him down but it was no use. Finally in a desperate attempt to quiet him, she hastily handed him over to Alix. After Alix had him in his arms, he became quiet and quickly settled down. "Looks like he wanted his mommy", Mrs. Stone sarcastically pointed out placing her hands on her hips. She was a bit miffed that she couldn't calm him down herself. Maybe she felt jealous that Alix seemed to be able to hush him and with little effort. All he did was hold him. Alix just took him in his arms and cradled him closely like the precious treasure he was. Alix focused baby and baby focused on who he identified as his mommy. Their eyes locked. They smiled at each other. Alix thought how cool this little life was that he held so dearly in his arms. He cuddled him close so baby felt safe and protected. What a cutie, Alix thought to himself. Alix did not understand the relational dynamic at hand at this point. He was just following what his heart told him to do. Mrs. Stone knew. Alix and her baby were bonding. Cynthia's baby thought Alix was his mommy. That's why he quieted down. Alix and her baby cooed to each other, as if each understood the silly language they were using. Alix had gently rubbed his cheek just to feel his baby soft skin. Alix forgot that it was a signal for the baby to open his mouth when he was ready to nurse. "Look, you gave him the feeding signal, best not disappoint him Alix." Alix looked up at Mrs. Stone and swallowed hard like he was being lead away to the dentists chair. This wasn't what he wanted to do. He inadvertently stroked the baby's cheek just to feel his soft skin. But instead set off a 'Pavlov's dog 'reaction in him. Now the baby expected his treat. Surrendering to the inevitable, Alix apprehensively unbuttoned his pajama top to expose his full B cup mammories. Mrs. Stone looked on to make sure her baby was going to get a healthy breakfast. Alix could not escape the situation he was in. He saw he had no choice in the matter. Alix positioned baby to his left breast and saw the baby's eyes get wide with excitement of the nourishment to come. Then slowly, in trepidation un-snapped his bra cup from the strap and slowly peeled it away from his breast, exposing his well developed girly looking tit. The petal pad was stuck to his nipple. He gently removed it and handed the wet petal pad to Mrs. Stone to throw away. She observed that Alix's milk was whiter and thicker. She also knew from teaching breastfeeding classes at the hospital that Alix's milk had become the real deal. His milk was at its purest form and most nutritious consistency. Alix's plump red nipple was in full view of the baby. His nipple was ripe and ready to be devoured. It was dripping his white, sweet cream. Mrs. Stone watched in amazement his maternal instincts took over. He positioned the baby's head so he could easily latch on to Alix's waiting nipple. And when baby did, Alix just closed his eyes as if in a spell and saw colorful fireworks. Once again he was propelled to heaven. The baby swallowed Alix's entire nipple whole. The feelings were more wonderful to Alix than can ever be described. Alix could actually feel his milk flowing from around his breast to his nipple where baby was hungrily sucking. He could feel this little new born working on his tender tip. The baby's mouth was squeezing down on him and his tongue tickling him slightly. Alix opened his eyes to see baby looking up at him memorizing every detail of Alix's face. Baby was suckling very hard. He hadn't eaten the entire night and needed to fill his little tummy as quickly as he could. Alix imagined the difficult time his breast must be having, keeping up the pace. But Alix was plenty full of mommies' creamy milk. Cynthia sat back down at the table to finish her tea and watch her new live in nanny feeding her baby so tentatively. Everything she taught Alix about breastfeeding the night before, he apparently remembered. He was a natural. A better student than the new mommies she taught at the hospital lactation classes. Alix was comfortable and confident. She heard her baby make slurping noises. She saw how hungry her son really was. She saw his little puckered lips securely attached to his pretend mommies' nipple, his little soft cheeks moving rapidly indicating he was drinking deeply. "Not so fast little guy, I have plenty for you..." Alix whispered, rubbing his cheek and caressing his hair. Alix's eyes were tearing up again with happiness at this experience he was so totally enjoying. He was becoming so emotional. Just like a girl would. Cynthia felt jealous a little, but knew that she couldn't breastfeed her baby as it would interfere with her career goals. She felt lucky that he was getting breast milk because it was healthier for him. She also knew that he would need to be breast fed several times a day for at least the next year or so. Of course, Alix wasn't aware of that - yet. Cynthia announced she was going to take a shower and get her day started and would leave Alix and baby alone together to bond together. That made Alix feel weird. It wasn't his baby and he didn't like Mrs. Stone referring to him as the baby's mommy. But on the other hand, he thought the entire process was pretty cool. At least he was able to help his new found friend in some way. Alix looked up at Cynthia with a content smile. He was just satisfied to sit there and feed his baby. He felt needed. Every second Alix sat there breast feeding 'his' baby, that mommy-baby connection that is inherent within both of them was growing stronger. It was the way nature designed life. Alix was playing into the hands of Mother Nature's approach to sustaining human existence. More chemicals were being released into Alix's blood stream. It made him more susceptible to suggestion from his environment. Every moment reinforced his emerging femininity and removed him from the life he previously knew. "What a strange yet wonderful feeling to have a baby on my boobie. It hurts a little, but feels so wonderful too. His sucking is strong. I wonder if he'll ever let go of me" he pondered. For the next 15 more minutes he could hear Mrs. Stone's shower running upstairs. As baby was nearly done and falling back asleep, Alix just gently rocked baby in his arms humming the familiar lullabies his own mom had sung to him when he was a baby. In spite of emptying his milk into baby's tummy, his boob looked no less smaller in size. He had hoped at the very least, maybe it would shrink a little and not be so prominent. But that's not how Mother Nature works. While Alix was focused on the baby at his breast, there was a sudden knock at the door that woke him from his maternal trance. He glanced over his shoulder looking out the window and saw his mother standing at the door with a small bag in her hand! "Oh Shit! Why is my mom here?!" he said out loud with complete panic! He didn't want his mom to see him like this! Not remembering she saw him the day before. All Alix cared about was to save what was remaining of his quickly vanishing dignity as a male. There was another knock at the door. Trying to detatch the baby from his empty breast proved to be a bit of a challenge. Baby's latch was strong, he wouldn't let go. When Alix tried to pull baby from his breast, his breast stretched out with the baby. There had developed a heavy suction between baby's mouth and his nipple. Alix didn't quite know how to release him. There was another knock at the door again. This time the knock was more urgent. Alix continued in his struggle to release baby from his breast to no avail. As gently as he tried, it was no use. Baby was stuck! Cynthia ran down stairs because she heard knocking at the front door and knew Alix might be apprehensive about answering it considering how she left him. Cynthia saw Alix standing there with a priceless look on his face. How she wished she had her camera to take a photo of the obvious look of worry and stress on his pretty face. As she headed to the front door to let their expected visitor in, she reminded him not to worry as his mom saw him feeding her baby last night, and there was no need to feel any worry. Cynthia opened the front door with Alix standing in the background, just out of sight, still trying to free himself from the baby's lip lock. "Hi, how are you? Thanks for coming over. Did you bring it? Let me see. Awww, you just purchased it? It's their top of the line model? The best they had? And it's electric? Wonderful! I'm sure he'll put it to good use!" The ladies greeted each other with a peck on cheeks and chit chat. Alix didn't know what they were talking about. Cynthia let Alix's mom in the home. He stood there red faced and speechless. Alix continued to cradle baby in his arms still attached to his nipple with enormous force. He was hiding the fact the Mrs. Stone's baby was stuck! Both ladies approached Alix to watch the cute baby sleeping in his arms. Alix tried to pretend there wasn't any problem. Just stay calm. Act normal he thought to himself. "Oooo, feeding your baby breakfast? Awww how sweet! Mom's face lit up. I remember when I breastfed you Alix. You were such a gentle sweet baby. Awww, he's sleeping? How precious! Alix, you are glowing this morning! And you've changed so much since yesterday too. Just look at your pretty face and oh your figure has improved!" Alix's mom slapped his fanny. It reminded him his butt had grown. Cynthia wanted to lay her baby back down to nap after filling his tummy with Alix's sweet milk. She reached out expecting Alix to hand him to her so she could do just that. The hesitation was embarrassing for Alix. "Come on Alix, let me have him..." Cynthia encouraged. "Look...Alix doesn't want to give his baby up. Awww just like a real mommy, he doesn't want to let his child go" mom quipped. "Alix looked down at the baby. Finally, he had to admit it to the ladies..."Ummm, I have a small problem..." EMBARASSING!! "Baby won't let go of ME!" Alix tried to explain, but didn't know quite how. In his frustration, he showed the women that no matter what he did, the baby was attached to him and not wanting to let go. Both women laughed out loud at the sight of seeing Alix's breast being pulled and stretched when he tried to release the infant. Mom turned to Cynthia giggling. "What advice can you possibly give our poor pretend mommy to help him out of this situation?" "Why yes, I have a simple suggestion for him..." Snickered Cynthia "Alix, I told you last night, all you have to do is place your finger between your nipple and his lips and that will break the suction." Alix did what she suggested and baby's lips released with loud pucker sound! Cynthia took the baby from Alix and went upstairs to lay him back down for a nappy. Alix turned away from his mom and quickly tucked his sore breast back into his bra cup and re-fastened it to his bra strap. He again admired how pretty he looked in the bra. He adjusted himself and buttoned up his pajama top. Mom spoke up, "Don't worry honey, I've seen all this before. You're in good company. It's just us girls here. Believe me, I don't think any less of you nor do I think you're a freak or anything like that. I just love you and support you sweetie" She set the bag she brought along down on the floor next to her and held her arms out to him. Alix turned around, red faced and told his mom he loved her too. The two tightly embraced. Their breasts touching each other. Arms holding each other in a loving mother-child hug. She gently rubbed his back feeling his bra straps wrapped securely around him. She had waited a long time for this moment, to see these life changing events for her new daughter- to-be. His mom could feel his boobs pressing into hers. His mom was pleased that his bosom had developed so much. She knew his boobs would define him as part of the female gender and she also knew his boobs were very real and he'd always be wearing a bra. From now on, anyone ever hugging Alix would feel his bra straps gently hugging his body. She felt a warm wetness on her left breast, which was Alix's right. They broke from their hug and plain as day Alix's mom noticed a large wet spot that Alix left on her blouse! Alix was still lactating from his right breast and when they embraced, the pressure on his tit caused it to express more milk passing the wetness to his mom. "Now I look like I'm lactating. You should change your petal pads as soon as you can. You're still leaking pretty heavily" mom suggested to him. "Sorry mom, I didn't mean for that to happen. I'll change them as soon as Mrs. Stone comes downstairs" Alix was embarrassed further by his 'accident' but now understood the need to keep his breasts dry with the help of the petal pads. "Let me get you some tea. Cynthia heated some up some water earlier. Would you like some?" Alix asked his mom. "Yes dear, that would be sweet" she replied with a smile as she sat at the kitchen table. Alix began preparing some tea for his mom. He was busy about the kitchen. Just like a girl would be, seemingly comfortable in his element. His mom sat admiring his curvy shape and the profile of his pretty face. His body was changing faster than she never dreamed possible. Just like WebMD said last night on Cynthia's computer. She studied his curves and his mannerisms. As he moved she could see his body language was becoming decidedly more graceful. As he stretched to reach the tea cups she could see that his bra stayed in place like it should, obviously it fit him perfectly, shaping him beautifully. He resembled a young maiden becoming comfortable in her puberty. But when he turned around to ask her if she took sugar with her tea, she noticed an oval shaped pattern of something under his panty, covering his crotch. She abruptly appeared shaken and flush not knowing what to think. It surprised her. Was he wearing a panty liner or a pad - she wondered? She wanted to ask him, but would wait and ask Cynthia about it first. She felt surprised and giddy at the new discovery. Was it something he did on his own? She was as delighted as she was amazed to see the undeniable oval shape covering his crotch. Just like a girl would do. Alix poured the hot water for his mom and sat down beside her at the table. He maintained his feminine posture as instructed earlier by Cynthia. "What's in the bag, mom?" Just then Cynthia burst into the kitchen from upstairs. "Hey girls, what are we talking about?" "Alix was just asking me what I brought along in the bag", mom said matter of factly. "A present, that's what! Well, let's show him! Good a time as any I suppose!" Cynthia motioned to mom for the plain brown paper bag as she too sat down to her tea. Alix was about to get the shock of his young life. He sat there sipping his tea watching his mom and Mrs. Stone banter back and forth over who would give him the gift. Alix imagined it must be something really special. He thought maybe it might be a new cell phone or game system. His anticipation was building. Then Mrs. Stone pulled the box out of the bag and set it right in front of Alix. "TA-DA!" she proclaimed. Alix froze, set down his tea cup and his jaw dropped. He didn't move a muscle. Both ladies had huge smiles on their faces and watched his reaction intently. The box said Evenflo Breast Pump. Alix's hands began to tremble and sweat. This was the most embarrassing moment of his life. He saw the picture on the box and knew immediately what the contraption was designed for. The picture was that of a bra-less young woman, holding this cone shaped device over one of her breasts. Why was she smiling? She resembled a young mother as it looked like she was sitting alone in a nursery. The cone shaped device was made of clear plastic. You could see her full breast was completely cupped by the conical appliance and her protruding nipple. From her nipple flowed what appeared to be her milk. Her milk flowed to a collection bottle attached to it. The bottle looked like a baby bottle. This picture was no drawing, but a photograph of a real mother. The box gave more of a description of its contents. It said it was for nursing moms. For the expression of your milk for later use. The kit included several baby bottles for milk storage. It contained the cone shaped part which was designed to completely mold to the entire breast for maximum efficiency. There looked to be a small electric motor which was connected to where the bottle was attached. "Let's open this up and see what's inside, shall we?" Cynthia suggested. She grabbed the box and opened the top and dumped out everything on the table in front of him. The ladies touched each piece exploring its intended use, trying to put this piece to that piece in an effort to quickly put it together. The two ladies took turns reading the directions and showing him the pictures of how it was to be used. The most intimidating part of the instrument was the cone shaped object that you put your breast into. It was large and had a rubber seal around the bottom which was designed to contact the skin of the woman's chest to create a utmost seal. That allowed the greatest suction power. Cynthia and mom had gotten this thing put together and decided to plug it in to see what it sounded like. Mom plugged it in and in made a quiet humming sound. It wasn't as loud as Alix expected it to be. The two ladies hugged in celebration of their victory in getting the thing up and running. Then they both turned to Alix starring at his chest. Specifically his right breast which was full of his milk. "What? You want me to actually use this thing? Are you serious? No freaking way you're sticking that thing on me. Alix stood up and slowly backed away. He was pale as a sheet. At the moment, breastfeeding Mrs. Stone's baby on his right side would be way better than getting pumped like a cow by this weird looking thing! The ladies stood up and slowly walked toward Alix as he continued backing up into a corner. He was stubborn and wasn't going to use this strange looking device on himself. No way, no how! "Now Alix, come here, let's just give this a try. It won't hurt, I promise! You only fed my baby on one side so you need to get the milk out of your right side so we can take your milk in bottles on our shopping trip later today. That makes sense doesn't it? You don't want to be breastfeeding my baby in public do you? Besides, this will give your nipples a break." Mrs. Stone's logic seemed reasonable enough. Suddenly realizing that I would have to breastfeed in public scared me more than maybe using this weird looking machine. It didn't seem as bad after all. "It won't hurt?" I shyly asked. "No way honey. These are designed for a woman's comfort. If it hurt, they wouldn't be selling so many of them. Please trust me. The box says this was designed by women, for women. Many nursing moms do this. It's not a big deal. See the picture on the box? The young lady is enjoying herself, see her smile?" After considering his options for a few minutes, he let his guard down and relented to allow the ladies to experiment on him. Again, he saw he had no choice at all. It was either going to be public humiliation later or private humiliation now. "The instructions said to create an atmosphere where you'll be comfortable. Says it's to allow you to relax so you'll express your milk more easily. We need to make you feel like your nursing while the pump is in operation." Mom pointed out. Alix chose the rocking chair and sat down. Mom put a throw blanket over his legs to stay warm. Mom unbuttoned his pajama top for him exposing his satin encased boobs. She helped him remove his pajama top for him. He looked down nervously admiring again the lace and the bow appliqu? that adorned his bra. He was going to wait for the pump to be ready before exposing his boobs to the women. Cynthia plugged in the pump and it sprang to life. Mom reached around him and unhooked his bra for him, gently removing it from his shoulders. His breasts dropped a bit from the lost support he was used to. Still, his breasts were youthful looking and perky, which pleased him greatly. "Oh my Alix, you're breasts are simply beautiful! Make sure you always wear your bra at all times so you don't sag when you get to be my age." He nodded in agreement with mom that he would from now on. He sat up in the rocker and mom turned on the lullaby CD on the player that was next to the rocking chair. The setting and mood was perfect for breastfeeding. He was prepared, ready to accept the pump for his own good. Both his mom and Mrs. Stone were helpful, patient and kind. They seemed to understand his hesitation. They just coached him along, reassuring him that this would be no different that breastfeeding. Alix kept thinking about last night. How he was so damn stupid for crossing the line. If he had not done that, he wouldn't be here right now experiencing everything a new mommy experiences. One thing he couldn't figure out was mom's enthusiasm. After all, I was her son still in spite of what my body now looked like. I still had my "little man and my marbles". Why was mom asking him to continue doing this? He just didn't understand. Mrs. Stone moved the pump closer and handed me the cone shaped part that was to engulf my breast. I held it in my hands and I was shaking like a leaf! What was Alix doing? Mom whispered to him to take it slow, to use it when he was ready. She gently coaxed him to explore it before actually using it. He held it up close examining the clear plastic it was made of. It was shaped like a small dome. He took a deep breath... He held the cone up to his right breast, finally placing it over his flesh letting it swallow his entire breast completely. Just like the picture on the box. The two women cheered and congratulated him on his bravery. The pump quickened its efforts. Alix could feel his breast enlarging in the cone and felt a peculiarly strong pull on his nipple. All three were intently watching what would happen next. Nothing changed except Alix's breast seemed to swell close in size of the cone and his nipple was being pulled out away from his breast. His nipple stuck out farther than its normal size. Probably twice its normal size. At first he was expressing drips of his milk, but moments later came a slow trickle followed by a steady stream. His milk was forceably drawn out of his breast and was collecting in the attached baby bottle. It was impersonal. He preferred experiencing a baby's touch instead. Cynthia and his mom were excited for Alix! He sat patiently holding the pumps cone firmly in place and watched this device milk him like a cow on a farm. Mom explained that this was part of womanhood, part of being a mommy. He was saving his milk for the shopping trip. She encouraged him to embrace the experience as normal. Alix sat in the rocker, mom and Cynthia looking on in delight. All watching the pump express more of Alix's creamy milk into the waiting baby bottle. Hormones continued their gentle assault on every part of his body. More so now, they showed Alix no mercy. Just under his softened skin, the mix of chemicals his brain had called to life continued to work their amazing magic on him. To be continued....