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The Mother - Part 2 Carl searched his house that night for a basin that could be used as a bath for Emily. Of all the things that Alice had told him to get, he thought he had that at least. This prompted him to rethink his plan for the evening, and head out to buy the needed supplies. He decided to stop off at a chippy for his dinner whilst out. The general store that had provided him with the nappies and milk, was his hope once more. But while baby talc and a sponge could be found, a basin could not. He opted for a tub of wet wipes as an alternative for now. "You'll have to try a major pharmacy like Boots," said the woman at the counter. "Okay, thanks anyway," said Carl, as he picked up the bag and headed out of the store. He put the bag on the back seat and proceeded to walk down the street, Emily's cot in hand, and visit the chippy to get his dinner. Back home, he wondered when he could get himself a basin or bathtub for Emily. The only solution for now was the kitchen sink. He thought about the problem as he ate, and his mind kept coming back to one answer: Alice. He would have to talk to her in the morning. Emily did require a nappy change before Carl went to bed that night, and the wet wipes came in handy. The next morning, Carl was up early. Emily was calling for food, and he needed to top up her bottle before making his own breakfast. The early wake up proved helpful too, as Alice arrived early, just to pick up Emily. "She's had a feed, and I think her nappy is fine," he told her. "She'll be ok," said Alice. "So, did you get any of the items?" "Everything but a bathtub," said Carl. "Though I did get some wet wipes." "You make quite the parent," smiled Alice. "As for the tub, try one of the big supermarkets on the edge of town." "See you later then," said Carl. "Bye Emily." Alice just smiled and took Emily in her cot. Carl then handed her the bottle. "Thanks. Don't bother about the nappies. My mom and dad keep plenty for Lucy." Carl watched as Alice took the cot to her car and placed it on the back seat. Lucy was in her baby seat, on the passenger seat. He then watched as Alice drove away. Despite a relief that Emily was gone, even if for only several hours, Carl felt sorry to see her go. He then headed inside and finalised his own preparations and headed to his own car. He stopped off at the store on the way, just to get his newspaper, and then headed off to work. At work, Carl found Derek keen to ensure he had kept his promise from yesterday. "Yes, I found someone to look after her," said Carl. "You won't see her again." Derek could be a pain at times. Just one of those things with people on a higher rung. After that though, it was a normal day for Carl. Just doing the jobs that had been assigned to him, and doing them proper. No baby to hide, nothing to worry about. Or so he thought. Every now and then, Emily came into his thoughts. He was actually missing her. He decided to take lunch in the canteen, and found Alice joining him at his table. "You don't mind if I come over this evening?" she asked, as she started on her chicken salad. "By all means," he replied. "If you have any more tips, I'm all ears." "After seeing how you held Emily yesterday, I'm not sure if you do," she replied. "You're a natural. You haven't looked after children before, have you?" "Never," he replied. "You could've fooled me," she said. "Why don't you take up babysitting in your spare time?" "Not interested," he said. "Emily was unplanned, and one baby crying is more than enough." "That's part of the job," she smiled. "Yes, even I get fed up of it. Babies do rule your life from time to time, but it doesn't stop me from loving my Lucy to bits." "Well, since I can't get a bathtub for Emily, I was thinking of bathing her in the kitchen sink." "Actually, I heard tell, that my mom bathed me in the kitchen sink when I was little," said Alice. "Look, I'll show you how to bathe her this evening, how's that?" "That'll be great," he replied. The remainder of the day went by without any further fuss, and he headed home as usual. It was just under a hour later when Alice arrived, along with Lucy and Emily. Carl went outside and helped her by bringing Emily inside, while she carried Lucy. Carl was once again reminded of how he had missed Emily, as though part of him didn't want to say goodbye to her, like most of him did. Still, he found himself able to prise himself away from her so that he could make drinks for both himself and Alice. * * * He found that Alice was in no hurry to leave. She was just interested in looking at his living room, and how it wasn't likely to win awards for tidiness. It wasn't messy though, but it was a man's room, as she saw it. Alice had been pondering over the suggestion that Carl had made the previous night, in that she might be interested in him. Alice had not sought a new boyfriend after her first had dumped her, simply because being a dad wasn't on his to do list. Carl's recently revealed talent for parenting had certainly made her consider asking him out, but she wanted to learn more about him first before making any move. "So, how did your parents cope with Emily?" he asked. "Fine, though she wouldn't stop crying at first. After a while, she did, and it was ok from then on," replied Alice. For a hour or so, they talked, about babies, and each other, looking after their babies in the process. The talking stopped when Emily made it clear that her nappy needed changing. This was the perfect cue for Carl to get his promised lesson in bathing a baby. "You'd better clear the sink first!" groaned Alice, noticing that it was filled with dirty plates, cups and dishes. "How often do you wash up?!" Carl went to the sink and went about cleaning the items, while Alice went about removing Emily's dirty nappy and wiped her bum using the wet wipes which Carl had left on the table. He felt embarrassed about leaving the kitchen sink full, and went about doing the washing as quickly as possible. When he had cleaned the last plate and put it on the draining rack, he called Alice over, telling her that he was almost ready. "Okay. Try not to let the washing up build up," she said. "Right. You need to fill the sink with warm water, not hot. Also, don't fill it too much." She went over and demonstrated, filling the sink about 2 inches deep. She was also noting the temperature too as she filled it. When she was satisfied with the temperature, she told Carl to put a finger in, just so that he could feel how warm it was. "It's not that warm," he said. "Babies have more sensitive skin than us adults," she replied. "They burn more easily." She then decided to move on to the main part. She collected Emily, who was still awaiting her new nappy, and sat her carefully in the sink. "Ok, whatever you do, do not leave her alone, and always have a hand behind her back to support her." She started to wash Emily in said fashion, using one hand to support Emily's back, and the free hand to wash her. Emily seemed to be happy, though Carl suspected that it might be due to the fact that he was nearby, watching on. "You can have a go now," said Alice. She moved as to allow Carl to take over. Carl placed one hand behind Emily's back, allowing Alice to remove hers. He then started to wash her, Alice watching closely. "You'll have to get a towel from the bathroom," he told her. "Okay. I'll be right back," she said, heading upstairs. She was back a few minutes later with two towels. "I found them in a cupboard," she said. "How are you coping?" "Okay," he replied. "She's interested in the plug." Emily had seen the plug, and her curiosity was peaked. She was trying to reach it with her nearest hand and had forced Carl to intervene. Once Emily was deemed clean, Carl lifted her out and carried her into the living room, where Alice had spread one of the towels on the table. The bottle of talc was on hand too. Lying her down on the towel, he awaited Alice's next instructions. "Dab her dry with the towel, and finish off by using the talc," she said. "But above all, just be gentle." Carl couldn't possibly be anything else. He was becoming fond of Emily, and her inquisitive face made him like her more. He even tickled her on the tummy, which made her giggle. Alice, who was watching, couldn't help but smile too. "I re-emphasise my point, Carl," she said. "Adopt her. You belong together." Carl just sighed. He couldn't deny it. He really liked Emily, and she liked him. By the time Emily was dry, Alice and Carl were both feeling hungry. "I'd better be going. Got to do myself some dinner," she said. "Allow me to get you something," said Carl. "Would you?" she replied. "If so, I accept." Despite Carl making the offer, they went in Alice's car, due to Lucy's car seat still being in position. Carl was happy to sit in the back with Emily. They went to a pub of Carl's choice. It offered meals and was family friendly. Alice didn't mind, despite not being a drinker. When they entered, they were taken for a couple with their two baby daughters. They brushed it off and found a table. "This is the most I can do," said Carl. "You have been a real help over these last two days." "I appreciate that," smiled Alice. "I'll have to see if I can be of any further help." They ordered their meals, and talked more about their babies. It appeared that Carl seemed really keen on the subject, and it increased Alice's interest in him. After eating, they returned to Alice's car. Carl was dropped off by his house, and before he could get too far, Alice had got out of the car herself and walked over to him. "I know they say you shouldn't do it on first dates, but I want to," she said, giving him a kiss on the lips. "Thank you," he replied. "So, I'll see you tomorrow?" "You bet," she replied. With that, she got back into her car and drove away, while Carl headed inside his house with Emily, feeling rather happy. * * * The following day, Carl headed to work still feeling happy. Alice had effectively become his girlfriend, but neither he, or Alice herself, mentioned it. But the day would see him get slightly anxious. It was after work, and looking after Emily was back on his agenda. He was in the kitchen doing the dishes, when Emily started crying. "Okay sweetheart, mommy's coming," he said, as he went to tend to her. It was only a while later, when he paid a visit to the bathroom, that he realised what he had said. "I referred to myself as her mommy!" he said to himself. "It must be the whole thing of looking after her. That's it. I've been mothering her, and well, I just need to relax. A slip of the tongue." He may have passed it off as a mistake, due to the pressure of the job, but little did he know, that it wasn't. His devotion to Emily was growing, and it was to have a major influence on his future. Despite what he had thought, he continued to find himself referring to himself as her mother, and when he was with her, he treated her as the most precious thing he had. Only when there was some distance between them, did he find his maternal instincts waning, and his mind clearing. He was finally coming to the conclusion that there was something odd going on, and it seemed to be Emily causing it. After realising that being close to Emily triggered these maternal feelings, he tried to keep away from her as much as possible. But it was no use. Whenever Emily started to cry, he found himself going to her. He wished she wouldn't cry, but going to her, and seeing to her needs, was the only way to do it. And after doing whatever it was she wanted, he would spend a while cradling her in his arms. He didn't want this to happen, but he found himself enjoying it, and he talked to her in a soft voice. At work, he was free from Emily's influence. He continued to miss her, despite feeling glad to have some freedom from her. He was also hoping to get further with Alice. However, as much as she wanted, Alice was unable to arrange any further dates with him. She had been given an assignment to sort out a company's accounts, after they had discovered that something was amiss. Alice was now charged with finding out what the problem was, and it meant researching the accounts over several months. It had to be done quickly too, but it appeared to be taking ages. When he found himself ahead with his own work, he went to give her a hand. She accepted the help gratefully. But the problem was still not fully sorted when the weekend arrived. Alice was confident that the problem was now on the verge of being solved though, and vowed to have it sorted in time for Monday. "Whatever you do, Carl, make sure you take Emily to the adoption agency, and ask for a form too," she told him as she got in her car and headed off to her parents house to collect two baby girls. "I won't forget," he replied. But he did. Carl was finding Emily hard to ignore, and his love for her was steadily growing, even when he was free to think. He wanted her in his life, and she wanted him. He decided to spend Saturday out, and opted to go looking for a bathtub for Emily. He had intended to go to the adoption agency, but ended up finding things to do with Emily instead. As well as getting the bathtub, he got her a romper suit too. He sat on benches and cradled her. In his eyes, he felt as though he was her parent already. The spell on him was very much underway, and there was far more to come. Alice came round on Sunday, with Lucy, and upon seeing Emily in her cot, by the sofa, she pondered. But she had other things on her mind too. "I'm relieved. I finally found the problem in that account. Whoever did the sums back then, made a real mistake. I'm surprised to see that its taken this long for the error to be discovered." "Great. So, you've got something to celebrate," said Carl. "I guess," she smiled. "So, how did you get on at the adoption agency? Did they give you a form?" "Ah..," he began. "You didn't go, did you?" she groaned. "Oh, Carl! I can understand you wanting to look after her, but in the eyes of the law, she does not belong to you!" "I know, but its just that I can't leave her alone. I love her too much," he replied. "Carl. Just listen. You can look after her, but you must inform the authorities," said Alice. "I suppose I'll have to arrange for my parents to babysit her again this week." "Alice, I think she has me under a spell!" said Carl. "I can't leave her alone." "Carl. That spell is love. I know, for Lucy means so much to me. But please, you need to tell the authorities." "Ok, I'll try, but it isn't easy," he sighed. "Isn't easy?!" exclaimed Alice. "Carl. What is wrong with you?" "I'd like to know, myself," he replied. "Well, I came here to spend a short while with you, and I will," said Alice. "Shall I put the kettle on?" "By all means," said Carl. Alice had calmed down, and once more, they talked peacefully, looking after their babies whilst they did. * * * It was during this next week, that Carl found himself falling more and more under Emily's loving spell. He really didn't notice how bad things were going at first, but after one or two days... Monday saw him get ready for work as usual, and it meant his quick visit to the bathroom to wash and shave. It never quite occurred to him that his stubble was not as course as it usually was. He just felt good that his latest shave had seen his stubble become nice and smooth. That was about all he noticed, though other changes were starting too. Once again, he found himself referring to himself as mother in front of Emily. He continued to hate himself for doing it, but he decided not to tell Alice about it. Alice was feeling good that that assignment she had been given, had been finished on time, and that Derek had given her a pat on the back for doing so. Her interest in Carl had been dented, but only slightly, by his failure to take Emily to the adoption agency. She was ready to give Carl a reference in case he needed one, if he did apply to adopt Emily, as she was certain that he would be the best dad possible. She did stay with Carl every afternoon, after dropping off Emily. She was noting that Carl's love for Emily was continuing to grow. His skills in looking after her were improving too, If only she would believe his claims that he was changing. Tuesday. Carl had noticed that his stubble had not grown much, and the skin on his face remained smooth and soft afterwards. He hadn't noticed yet, that the same thing was happening to the rest of his body. His attitude to Emily still remained. Convinced that she was holding him under a spell, he felt that he needed to leave her at times, but his love for her was true. He had become fond of her, and the desire to look after her, always meant that any resistance was futile. His time at work continued to give him some respite, but he welcomed Emily into his arms warmly, when Alice brought her back every evening. Alice was used to seeing Carl treat Emily with such warmth and devotion, but she felt that something was amiss. Was Carl becoming more feminine? It was Thursday before Carl finally thought the same. His arms were noticeably slimmer, and hairless. His hands were more dainty. The sight sent a shiver down his spine. "What is happening to me?! I've got the arms of.... a woman!!" He got dressed and tried not to get stressed out any further. He was still awaiting Alice to collect Emily, and upon seeing her in her cot, he decided to ask her a question, even if answering it was beyond her. "What are you doing to me? You're turning me into a woman, aren't you?" But even as he said it, he felt himself mellowing. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. Mommy didn't mean to shout at you." Even as he said it, he felt frightened. He never said a word about it when he handed Emily over to Alice a short while later. Work was therefore not as enjoyable for Carl as it usually was, that day. He was hoping that his appearance wasn't too altered to get noticed. He tried to avoid being caught in conversations where necessary, and any situation where someone would get a good look at him. His other plan was to just absorb himself in his work. He was a bit of a workaholic already, but he was trying harder to be one now. "Is everything ok with you?" asked Alice, as she left the office with him. "Fine," he said, though it was an utter lie. "You miss Emily. I know that much about you," she smiled. "You'll see her again soon." Carl was partly not looking forward to it. He wanted Emily to stop this, to make him all man again, but part of him wanted this, to become a woman, to become Emily's mother. Upon arriving home, he wanted to head upstairs and see how much his body had altered, but resisted until after Alice had brought Emily back. "You're sure you're ok?" she asked. "I'm fine," he said, taking Emily's cot. "Thanks again. See you tomorrow." "Bye Carl," said Alice. Carl was glad that Alice had opted not to stay, though his desire to inspect himself was delayed by a need to cradle Emily first. Only a need to go to the toilet gave him the opportunity to do it, and when he did, he felt his stomach turn. His body was now devoid of hair, except for that on his head, and that above his manhood. He felt around, and discovered hardly any stubble at all. He would discover that any hair that did appear, would be pale and short. But the lack of hair was just one thing. He was loosing body mass around the middle, and his hips seemed to be getting bigger. The signs were certainly pointing towards him becoming a woman, though there was no sign yet of growth in his chest. He couldn't see that being the case for much longer. He went to his room to find some clean clothes, and got another shock. His room had altered slightly. The walls were a slightly different shade of cream, and his bed was now matching, and overall, it looked tidier. It didn't look more womanly, but it was the feeling he was getting. But the contents of the wardrobes did worry him. Some of his clothes, not all, were gone, and in their place were equivalent items of womens clothing. "What the fuck?!!!" he exclaimed. "Emily, please, change me back!!!" He sorted out some of his original clothes and put them on. He then went downstairs. * * * He tried to stay as far as possible, once more, from Emily, but her crying broke through his resistance. Whether it be a nappy change, or to feed her, he couldn't resist, yet part of him was enjoying it. Even so, he tried to hide his transformation for the remaining day of the week. That was despite his fears over his chest. He had awoken on Friday morning feeling a soreness in his nipples. He looked at them in the bathroom mirror and noticed that they were more pronounced. He didn't know how long it would be before he needed a bra, and he couldn't bear to think how long his penis had left. He was partly wanting to take the day off sick, but decided against. When Alice collected Emily that morning, he said nothing. He didn't want another lecture on love being the spell he was under. But he was in love with Emily. Spell or no spell, he had found himself liking her from the beginning, and despite what was happening, he couldn't stop liking her. Thus, Friday at work was one awkward day. He couldn't help but think that he was uncontrollably becoming female, and when he looked at other women, he wondered what styles he might fancy trying. What did lipstick taste like? How would it feel to have long nails? How would long hair feel? Those thoughts were both exciting and frightening, and there were more thoughts to come. He was just glad that his clothes had not yet completely disappeared. He still had a number of male clothes left, and had left the clothes he had worn yesterday by his bed during the night, just to make sure. He kept a brave face as much as he could, and was thankful to see the day over. But what would await him the following week? Would he still be a man, and would he still have a job? The thought of coming into work in womens clothing bothered him, or even coming to work as a woman, regardless to what clothes he wore. He felt afraid, and his fear prevented him from telling Alice, who was surely the person to tell, if any. He would look back in hindsight and think himself foolish for not telling Alice at that time, but fear had got him, and when Alice said goodbye to him after dropping Emily off, he didn't know what to do. Cradling Emily now, made him feel more feminine, and despite some resistance, he mostly embraced it. Saturday. The day on which he was to visit the adoption agency. It was a day that he would never forget. He awoke that morning, and found that his physical appearance was notably worse. His breasts were now noticeable. He cupped them and felt a shiver. They felt good. He also noted that his hair felt thicker, though it hadn't gained any length. He hoped that Alice wouldn't notice. She was coming over, to make sure he went to the adoption agency, but he found himself feeling reluctant to go. As had been the case since she had arrived, Emily slept in her cot, in Carl's room. He felt it safer for her to be with him at night, but he believed that his transformation was being aided further as a result. He got dressed, using some of the few male clothes he had left, and then checked Emily's nappy. He then went and washed and went downstairs to have breakfast. After having breakfast, he went back to his room and decided to investigate it further. After seeing how the contents of his wardrobes had changed, he wondered if any other contents had changed. Sure enough, upon checking the drawers, he found bras, pairs of panties, and other womens clothing that were stored in drawers instead of wardrobes. He was changing, his room was changing, and he could do nothing about it. He felt really depressed. He was checking through another drawer, one in which he knew he kept a few important documents, when he stumbled upon his birth certificate. With his gender now under severe threat of change, he dared to look at it. What he saw, chilled him. It no longer showed him as Carl, but HER as Caroline. Everything about the certificate was correct, though it now showed him as a female named Caroline. He checked it several times, even the signature of his father, who had registered him. It simply showed that he had been born female, and not male. "It's true. I'm being forced into becoming a woman," he sighed. "Reality itself is changing!" He headed back downstairs, and sat down. He had brought Emily down too, and had taken her in his arms and started to cradle her. It made him feel relaxed - something he desperately wanted to be. He had been doing it for around half hour, when the doorbell rang. Alice was here. "Morning Alice," he said, as he opened the door. "Are you going somewhere today?" she asked. She noticed that he wasn't wearing shoes. "In a short while," he replied. His tone of voice didn't convince Alice though, and she came into the house. "You need to go to the adoption agency. If you are refusing to go, I'll do it myself!" "I'll go when I'm ready," he replied. But Alice was convinced that he didn't intend to go. "Just tell me the truth, and say that you're not going," she said. "Sorry, but I don't know what has come over you." "I'm becoming a woman!" he exclaimed. "I'm changing by magic!" That didn't help matters, for Alice looked at him and pondered. Carl could tell what she was thinking, and it wasn't good. "No, you're not. You're going too far now. All this rubbish about spells and magic," she replied. "It's true though!" he replied. But Alice was not in a very patient mood, and before Carl could stop her, she had picked up Emily in her cot, and was heading out to her car, where Lucy was waiting. "Don't take her! She's my baby!" cried Carl, as he raced after her, trying to put socks on his feet at the same time. But thanks to his crazy attempts to put his socks on while running, he failed to stop her. She was gone. He headed back into the house and sat down. He felt worse, and all because Emily was gone. Alice now thought he was crazy, and probably intended to stop him from becoming her parent. After a while, he got up and went to make a drink. He then noticed letters coming through the letter box, and went over to pick them up first. He was puzzled by one letter though, for it was addressed to Caroline, the woman he was becoming. He opened it up and found a letter and a form. He read the letter. "Thank you for applying to adopt a baby girl. We hope that you and her get along and enjoy a wonderful life together. We just need you to finalise the details on the enclosed form, and have a referee to counter sign it. We will be making a call in the next few days, to see how you are getting on." He read it through again, and then looked at the form. It was filled in for the most part, but needed signatures. He was wondering where this letter had come from, as he had not had any contact with the adoption agency at all. But it all seemed clear, that he, no, Caroline, was set to become Emily's mother. But how could that be, when Emily had been taken from him. It was now, that Carl didn't feel so bad about the changes that he was experiencing. As much as he blamed Emily for changing him, he wanted her in his life. He wanted to be her mother. He wasn't thinking about how this might effect other parts of his life, such as his job, but now, he was ready to accept his fate, to become Caroline, Emily's mother. ?Emily. I know you're not here, but if you can hear me, I'm ready to become your mother. I love you!? He then felt a slight pressure in his chest. His breasts had grown slightly more just at that moment, and he suddenly felt their weight more. ?I need a bra,? he thought. He was soon heading upstairs and going to his room. Taking off his shirt, he looked at his womanly chest and wondered if they were now their final size. His answer came when he found a bra and put it on. He did find it awkward at first, until he realised that putting it on back to front to clip the hooks and then turning it around, was easier. Once it was on, he found that the bra cups still had some breathing space. ?I've either got bras that are too big, or my breasts are not finished,? he sighed. ?Though slightly bigger would be better.? He decided to adjust the straps, to make it fit better, assuming that his breasts were to get bigger. He was going to put his shirt back on, when an idea occurred to him. ?If I'm going to be a woman, I might as well dress like one,? he said to himself. His body was very much female, and he found that most of the garments fitted pretty well. After putting on a pair of tights, a skirt and blouse, he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. ?I think I need to grow my hair out,? he said. But thoughts about how he looked, were soon replaced by thoughts of Emily. He wanted her back. No, she wanted her back. He was ready to assume his new identity, even if his physical transformation was not yet complete.