Inheritance Part 1
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Envelope 6
My sixth envelope said 'Baby Clothes'. Out of the frying pan and into
fire, as the saying goes. Marion knew the nurse's name but to me she was
just the one who said, "Go behind the screen and take your shirt off."
For the shirt was all I had on. I need so rather cheerfully. Not because
I wanted to wear baby clothes but because I was a little loopy with the
freedom of having the mask off. I was also still relieved that Marion and
I had a working plan. We were going to make it through this. Not
unchanged but un-traumatized if possible.
The nurse came with an arm load of very yellow clothes. The first thing
she held out was a pair of very thick cotton underpants. Unlike the most
of the pile these were white. They looked like washable pull-ups and were
snug and warm. She had to pull with both hands to work them up all the
way. These were the first underpant I can worn today and it felt like I
was wearing a week's worth.
Next came the yellow t-shirt that ended up being a onesie that she
stretched tight and snapped between my legs. Then came the matching
overalls that were in contrast very baggy. She had me sit on the exam
table as she pull on a pair of soft fluffy socks, again bright yellow.
Then she tied on a pair of enormous clunky white over the ankle baby
shoes that pull down on my legs with a strangely heavy weight. Then she
buckled on a pair of yellow mittens. These to my relief had thumbs. And
while thick, they were very soft and bendable. Actually they were more
than soft they were silky and fluffy at the same time. I out one hand to
my cheek to feel if the outside was as comfortably soothing as in the
insides. It was. I sat there touching my cheek while she buckled a small
bib around my neck. The yellow big had a yellow duck on it. As did the
overalls and socks.
Staring at the mitten as I pulled it away from my face it occurred to me
that I would be unable to take any of my clothes off or go to the
bathroom by myself.
Looking me in the eyes the nurse calm said, "Let's try using the potty
now before dinner." She helped me down from the table and held my hand as
she guided my out of the clinic. It turns out her hand was helpful
because the thick heavy soles of the baby shoes weren't consistently
solid. The had very soft outer edges that seem to tip steeply towards a
hard center point. The hard center point deem to shift with my movement
so walking was a very wobbly affair, I wobbled down the hall to the
bathroom like the toddle that I was dressed like.
The nurse unsnapped the baggy inseam of my overalls, unbuttoned the
bottom of the onesie before she slowly worked my underwear down to my
ankles. The then help me to straddle the toilet so my naked butt was on
the seat and my half covered legs were on each side. She waited in the
room with me making noted on some sort of tablet. I eventually peed and
luckily I didn't have to go number two.
When I was done she pulled a wipey from somewhere and wiped the end of my
penis before helping me off the toilet and redoing all the layers of
clothes. She fliushed the tiolet and heloed me down the hall and into the
dining room. Thankfully I got to sit in a normal chair in the dining
room. I was half expecting some sort of child's seat. Amy place however
was set with silverware that had large plastic loops as handles that my
mittens would fil through. Also, a big plastic sippy cup with similarly
sized side loops.
One day Marion would be at dinner before me but that wasn't today. I
decided she must still be napping because I sat there for long enough for
my stomach to really start grumbling from all the great smelling foods in
the kitchen being kept warm for the mistress of the house. I discovered
that the sippy cup had water in it and that i did need to use both hands
to drink from it. My practice use of the fork and knife had stretch out
long enough for me to feel confident with the real food when it came.
I heard a giggle from the hallway as Marion stepped into the room beaming
and saying, "Oh, this is so much better than the beast mask. Now don't
start acting embarrassed. This look is to cute to waste on awkwardness."
She bounced over to me and kissed me on the cheek. She mussed my hair and
straighten my bib. She declared, "I smell roast chicken and garlic. Let's
eat."
We talked back and forth about the trials of the days and how the mask
had really sent both of us reeling. She shared she was conflicted between
wanting to play fetch with me and wanting to lock me out of the house
till it was over. She said if I ever was transformed in that way again
that she;d feel better if I stayed down stairs till she was fully awake.
It took me longer to eat then her but she stayed and talked while I
toiled with the oversized implements.
She brought up another date night saying we could start earlier and not
have to out so late, I conceded that being out with her was worth doing a
little extra time. She mentioned she had asked about me spending extra
time before if I was going to be out late so I won't owe it later. The
nurse had told her I would get a 1 for 2 time allotment good for 12 hours
if I spent extra time beforehand. The condition would still last 12 hours
but I could 'prepay' for the penalty time.
When we left and she saw my wobbly walk she was very concerned till I
explained the weird shoes. "Ah well, kinda goes with the outfit." She
grabbed my mittened hand to help me and was pleasantly surprised by the
sensuous feel. She immediately put my hand to her face oohed and gave me
a sly look saying, "We'll have to put these to use."
I toddled down the hall with her help but she steered me past the
entertainment room to the stairs. I gabbed her hand with both of mine as
we made our way up to the bedroom. She left me leaning on the bad and
scampered off to her closet. She came back naked, lay facedown on the bed
and ask me to rub her all over with the mittens. An hour later she was
still oohing and aweing as I now rubbed her belly and breasts. My
erection was pushing against my snug underwear.
"Lay down so I can check out your clothes," she command. I soon had my
legs un snapped and my onesie opened. She was rubbing my penis through
"your pullups" as she called them. She took her time and looked into my
eyes as I came.
"Wow not even a wet spot," she said as she fastened the onesie and did up
the snaps. She then scooted to the pillows next to me spread her legs
wide and guided my head between her legs. After, a few orgasms she
cuddled next to me under the covers and fell asleep. I waited till she
was deeper asleep and waddled over to the closed bathroom door. I was
just starting to get the hang off the knob with the slippery mittens when
the nurse quietly entered the bedroom and helped me into the bathroom.
Definitely hidden cameras. She got me settled on the potty again and then
left. I thought she was giving me privacy this time but she soon returned
from my closet with a clean pair of 'pull-ups'. She worked the dirty ones
over my shoes and then the new one back in the other direction while
continued to pee. Ai must of drank extra at dinner because eating was
going so slowly. I pooped this time and so the nurse manifest a few more
wipes. I felt clean if embarrassed as I waddled back to the bed with a
very soapy butt crack. Even though it was still pretty early I tried to
sleep as I lay next to her on the bed. She woke up and starting kissing
me. She soon had me unfastened again. This time with my underwear was
around my ankles and her on top pressing my mittened hands to her
breasts. I was starting to feel the second release of the evening
starting to build when she stopped rocking with a thoughtful look in her
eyes.
"What are you thinking?" I asked wondering what was inspiring her.
"You don't want to know," she replied
"Maybe I'll regret it but this experiment is about in powering you. So,
maybe we'll get to the heart of what's going on if you embrace how it
makes you think and feel." , I tried to feel as reasonable as my words
sounded.
"Ok, I was just think how cute you would be in this outfit with the
pacifier in from the other day." she blurted out and then looked
relieved.
"Maybe later," I conceded
With that she resumed rocking at a quicker pace and a strange smile on
her face that let me know she was thinking about the pacifier.
Sleep came quickly for both of us after she rubbed herself to a fifth
orgasm on my semi erect penis. I was with her for a while, also thinking
about the pacifier. She did always like the feel of a slightly deflated
penis head on her clitoris. She was still sleeping when I woke up with
the dawn and realized I was making sucking noises as if I had a pacifier.
Someone had worked my pullups up and changed me into footed pajamas in my
sleep. I foggily remember something of the sort.
The nurse was there by the time I got to the bathroom door. She again
helped me to the toilet. This time she took off all my clothes and had
returned with a fresh set for the day before I was done peeing. She made
a bath and helped me into it. She did the washing for I still had the
mittens on. I just sat that trying not to look her in the eyes catching
myself sucking longingly for a pacifier that a now connected with
comfort. After drying me off ,she got me dressed for the day. This time
in a matching lime green outfit. With the wobble shoes on I made my way
back to the bedroom. With Marion snoring faintly in the mess of covers, I
crawled backwards down the stairs instead of risking a fall by walking.
In the TV room I discovered the small tablet that controlled the smart TV
would not respond to my soft mittens neither would my phone.
The clock on the mantle showed it was 6:20am. Wondering where the nurse
was I toggled down the hall to the clinic. The door was closed and
locked. I wobbled back to the TV room and loafed on the couch,
occasionally wanting something to help pass the time till Marion came
down some hours later.
"Hey sweetie what a beautiful day. I slept great," she chirped with a
bright smile as she sat next to me on the couch and grabbed my soft
mittens with both of her hands. I tried not to scowl as I ask about my
clothes.
"Oh, remember how we decided to have spend more time before going out so
there's no of penalty when we get back late? I moved your release to noon
so we are good till 9pm tonight. You still look really cute."
A late breakfast was soon served and I did another meal with the
oversized handles and sippy cup.
Marion went through her restaurant and shopping selection routine. This
time I was voluntarily silent as she had a real self dailgo going in
planning our day. It was already will past ten as I held Marion's hand as
I wobbled to the TV room. I napped on couch while Marion went upstairs to
get a jump on picking her clothes. Apparently we had both agreed to "do
lunch out once I was released from my trappings." 'Appropriate use of the
word trappings', I thought as she practically skipped out of the room.
I awoke during the removal of my mittens. My clothes were up to me, which
I was more than fine with. Taking off the toddler shoes was the first act
of my freed fingers. I bounded upstairs and found clothes laid out for
both of us on the bed. A yellow collared shirt for me with black dress
pants and those bright yellow mens boxers I'd worn before. For Marion is
was a casual black dress. She was nowhere to be found. That is until I
tried knocking on the self locking study door down the hall.
"I'll be out in a minute and downstairs dressed soon after that," was her
reply to my knock and a quick shout of "Mar!"
Being able to now use the Tv and my smartphone, I kept myself happy till
she came down and swept both of us out the front door.
We had great day. She bought a lot of clothes for herself commenting
that, "The monthly allowance for clothes renews each month." Every once
in awhile she would at something that wasn't really her style and then
glance at me. It made me a little nervous. I walked much quicker than her
through the kids section at Neiman Marcus and she seemed to slow and look
around even more in the little girls section.
The late food court lunch kept us going till a diner at 7 where we had
sushi and Japanese whisky. I'm not a big fan of sushi but with whisky I
can make it work. We both got silly drunk. Lots of laughter. I work up
slightly cold in back of the car. I was by myself and the car wasn't
moving. I could see by the empty containers and wrappers that a fair
amount of ice cream and chocolate had been purchased and eaten in the
back of the car. Perhaps Marion hadn't been as drunk i had been. These
seemed to be all her favorite kinds and none of mine. When I stumbled
past the hall clock, it read 11:42pm. Shit I'd owe extra time even with
being dressed like a toddler till noon.
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