My Family -- (Author) BabyxZoey

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Author: BabyxZoey
Timestamp: Aug 30, 2014 at 3:39 PM
Content: (Before an official start, please know there is graphic content, so Mommies, Daddies, and naughty AB's up passed sleepy time, reader discretion is advised. )

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The day started off as a cold, dismal Thursday. Which is weird because it has been blazing hot all week. My mom saw me stagger groggily into the kitchen, and flop lazily into a chair.
She put down a flipper for the pancakes she was making, then poured me a coffee, and added some creamer.
I sniffed the air, intrigued by the aroma coming from the mug, and smirked at my mother who brought it to me. She smiled back at me, and set the steaming mug of 'yum' in front of me.

"Love you, baby, and good morning," she said. I began choking on my coffee, and felt my cheeks turn apple-red.
"Uh, Mom...? You have not called me 'baby' since I turned like, 11," I answered, still slightly coughing.
"Yeah, but you're in the 12th grade now, and I feel like I won't see you as much," she replied, sounding slightly hurt. I grinned at the fact, I am starting my senior year at high school. As I sipped my coffee, my favourite Auntie (in the history of Ever!) came staggering downstairs in almost the same way I did. Noticing this, I snorted loudly, when she flopped on the chair beside me.

"What're you laughing at, Germ?" she asked jokingly, clearly still half asleep.
"Nothing. Nothing at all," I said, smiling from behind my mug.
"Nina, can you go wake everyone up?" Mom asked, flipping a pancake.
"Damnit, Nikki! I told you I hate that name!" Auntie hollered, tossing a chunk of egg at my Mom, to which I started laughing.
"Oh fine, you big baby. NIU, will you go get everyone up?" Mom repeated, sighing.
"Why yes, my dear big sister, I can do that," Auntie said calmly. As she got up, Auntie looked at me, seeing my grin. She ruffled my hair, and left.
"How's your coffee?" Mom asked, bringing the big breakfast she's been working on.
"HEY, PEOPLE! GET THE HELL OUTTA BED!" My Mom nearly dropped everything, and stood in the middle of the kitchen, wide-eyed, and surprised at what just happened.
My Auntie returned, moments later. Eventually followed by my 3 older sisters, Sarah, Nicollette, and my twin sister Bridget, who is even though my twin, still older. Groggily staggering into the kitchen, they stood upright as soon as the aroma of a big breakfast hit their face. It was really creepy. Like 3 Terminators were just activated.
Seamus, my older brother finally followed, and stood at attention my sisters.
"That was super creepy..." I muttered, just loud enough to be heard. Auntie nodded in agreement.
As we ate, we talked, laughed, and had our fill. Somewhere in between, Bridget, and I had got ready for school.
Honk! Honk!
"That's Alexa, and Max! Bye!" I hollered, grabbing some more bacon. Bridget was already outside, getting her car ready to pool with her friends.
"Later, B. Love you," I waved. She responded by honking at me. I got in front beside Max, who was driving., and my seat dropped back. Seeing Alexa above me, we kissed.
"What up, dude?" I said, sitting up, patting my longtime buddy on the shoulder.
"School," he said, pointing ahead, looking at me.
"Smartass," I laughed, to which he, and Alexa chimed in.
As we continued towards school, the weather had become intense, slathering the windshield in excessive amounts of rain. Max hit an unnoticed pothole, and tried regaining control. We slid in the middle of a normally busy intersection. Searing pain went through my head, and I managed to open my eyes. Seeing a dent in the dashboard in front of me, I saw the area of the dent was coated with blood, and felt a warm dribble, coming from my head.
"Ungh! You guys okay?" I groaned.
All I could hear from them were groans of their own.
Looking up to see if they were okay, the last thing I saw, were headlights, try to veer away from the car, but it was too late.

I woke up to a sharp piercing pain in my ribs. Looking down, I saw a rod from some car part, sticking through. Coughing heavily, I tried looking around. I couldn't see out of my right eye. Touching it, I noticed it was swollen shut. Finally, I noticed my weight, pulling at the seatbelt, and realized the car was upside down. I looked to where Max was supposed to be, and saw nothing but a big splat of blood.
Looking behind me, all the windows were smashed, but no Alexa.
"Alexa? Max?" I coughed.
"Hey, get over here someone survived!"
'Wait... WHAT?! Someone?! Shouldn't it be 'another' ?' I thought.
Pulled from my thoughts, I realized why I'm coughing. 'I smell gas.'
In an instant, the car set aflame, and I struggled to get out, still coughing.
My skin begun to cook, and blister. 'I can smell my skin cooking!' My thoughts were cut by the greatest sound in the world. Sirens.
"COME ON! HURRY UP!" someone yelled.
It felt like an eternity. I writhed in pain as I continue to burn alive.
'I am scared. I don't want to die! I want my Mom!' I cried in my head, holding my arms around my head.
Suddenly, I felt myself being dragged, and the cool feeling of rain on my face. I cried. I was alive. I felt nothing left for skin, but I was alive.
As the rain continued to pelt coolly on my face, I smiled.
"Where's Alexa?" I asked. Slowly, someone pointed towards where Alexa, and Max were. Max was completely mangled. And Alexa was utterly indescriptive. A complete mess. Both were gone.
"Argh!!" I bellowed, started coughing uncontrollably, and passed out.

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Author: BabyxZoey
Timestamp: Aug 31, 2014 at 10:18 AM
Content: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~CHAPTER~~~2~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Time had passed, and ticked on by. I felt soft bedsheets beneath me. 'What a screwed-up dream. Max, and Alexa would think I was crazy if I decided to tell them about it,' I thought. As I stretched, I kicked a steel bar on the side of my bed, and I felt wires near my hands above me. Then I felt wires attached to me, and realized my eyes weren't opening, and I sat upright. I felt my heartbeat quicken, and could hear a rapid beeping.
"Dr. Harrelson to Room 293. Dr. Harrelson, Room 293, please," said a voice over a loudspeaker. Panicking more, I slowly, but shakily reached up to where my face would be. As my hand neared, I began crying. 'If this is real, that dream has to be,' I thought, terrified. I felt my hand touch my face, and could tell it was what I imagined. It was a gauze. My face was completely wrapped.
"I don't get it! How?! How did this happen?!" I yelled, muffled.
Sobbing more, I flopped back down on the bed, hitting a remote.
Rubbing my head where it was struck, I lay there curled up, crying.
I heard a door click, and shoes tap on a linoleum floor. I heard a pen click, and some scribbling.
"Brad?" said a soft voice. It was a womans voice. I responded by sitting up again.
"Mom?" I asked, tilting my head.
"No dear. I am Dr. Harrelson," she answered, chuckling a little.
"Ok, uh... hi," I replied, through sniffles.
"Glad to see you're finally awake," she said sympathetically.
"What do you by 'finally'? I was asleep? For how long? Where's my Mom? Is my girlfriend ok?" I asked, rapidly.
"Uh, slow down sweetheart. Yes, you were asleep, for quite a long time, in fact. Um... two years, and a week," she said. In shock, I swung my legs off the bed, and stood up.
"You may not want to do... that," she grimaced, as I begun to wobble.
"Tell me-- Whoa!"
My legs gave way, and I landed on my butt, on the floor, with a loud crackle. But, it didn't hurt much. It was like there was a pillow placed perfectly underneath me. Confused, I prodded at where the sound came from. It crackled again. 'Why am I wearing a plastic bag?' I thought, continuing to poke at the source.
"Are you wet?" asked Dr. Harrelson, who stepped over to me, and hoisted me back onto the bed, to which, I landed with another loud crackle.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Do you need to be changed?" she asked.
"For a plastic bag?" I asked.
"That's not a bag, dear. That is a diaper."
To which, I immediately quit prodding it, and sat in horror.
The news had released my bladder like a tap, turned on high.
I felt warmth envelope my crotch area, and bulge greatly.
Flopping back into my pillow, I cried, and immediately fell back asleep.

When I awoke, I could hear chatter outside the room. It instantly became loud, and seemingly angry. Still blinded by the gauze I waited until the door clicked open, and I could hear shoes tapping on the ground.
"Hey Brad. How're you doing buddy?" said a mans voice, who began reaching towards the gauze on my head.
"Hey! Who the hell are you?! Where is Dr. Harrelson?" I shouted, pulling away from the strange voice.
"I'm Dr. Fitzgerald. The surgeon whose attempts at saving you, are clearly going unnoticed, and Harrelson is here," said the newer voice, who had finally begun to unravel the weird feeling fabric from my head.
As the unveiling continued I could see blurred figures in front of me.
I heard gasps, and saw a blurry hand cover its owners mouth.
To see light after so long hurt, but relieving.
As the last of the gauze was rolled off my head, hair flopped onto my shoulders, causing me to look down. Coffee brown hair rested on my shoulders, and had layered itself over 2 fair-sized, skin-like lumps on my chest.
"What the--? What are--? I have--"
"It was a whole misunderstanding, I swear to ---!"
"BOOBS!" I bellowed, lunging at Dr. Fitzgerald, knocking my hospital bed over, as he tried to move away, but I already had him.
As I wrapped my arms around his neck, I saw how petite my figure had got.
"Get 'im off!" Dr. Fitzgerald choked.
My Mom, and Dr. Harrelson struggled to release my grip, from the mans throat.
My newly grown long hair was flailing about, I was in another diaper, my legs were wrapped around his waist, and my face had the most intense look on it.
'Infuriated' would be quite an understatement, all while my doctor, and Mom, were trying to keep me from murdering Dr. Fitzgerald.
Quite the scene.

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Author: BabyxZoey
Timestamp: Aug 31, 2014 at 3:38 PM
Content:

abdl2727 said:

oh how interesting this is becoming. Cant wait for more

[End of quote]

What would be a good, and logical reason to keep the implants?
By the way, I didn't have a reason in my first draft. I just ran with it.

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Author: BabyxZoey
Timestamp: Sep 1, 2014 at 5:50 PM
Content: Oh! (Thanks to you) I found a way to make it work.

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Eventually, Dr. Harrelson, and my Mom had gotten some more help, and was able to keep me restrained to my bed, away from Dr. Fitzgerald.
"It wouldn't have made a difference. I can't change you back. They're in you, and if you take any more damage, you could die," he explained, sitting next to me, as I glared at him.
"Why are they here in the first place?" I shouted.
A nurse in pink scrub pants, and a scrub shirt with hearts all over ran inside, and shushed me.
Who I gave a mean gesture with my hand.
"I told you. It was an accident. I was told my next patient had wanted the implants," he replied, pointing at my C-cup size chest, and added, "I am guessing, you hadn't ordered them, since you were still asleep." I gave him a look that said, 'Uh, yeah!' and nodded with an obvious tone.
He left with a sympathetic look on his face.

After a while, it was just Mom, and I in the room, and I needed the bathroom again, but only noticed because I felt the warmth.
"Mom?" I said.
"Yeah baby-- Brad?" she answered, watching TV.
"I went again," I said. She responded by getting up, and started looking for powder, wipes, and diapers.
Finding everything, she untaped the used diaper from around my waist.
"When can we go home?" I asked, startiing to cry.
As I did, she just flipped open the diaper, a rubbed my forehead with her thumb.
"I don't know baby," she answered with a soft tone.
Looking back down, she screamed in horror, covering her mouth.
"What? I... AW, COME ON!" I shouldn't have looked down.
I stared down in horror, realizing I was pretty much a full-fledged girl now.
The same nurse from before, shushed me again, but louder.
"Oh, SHUT UP!" I bellowed at her.
She looked at me, all huffy.
My Mom responded by flicking my mouth.
"Ow! What the--?"
"Say sorry," she demanded.
"Sorry," I forcefully said, through gritted teeth. The nurse stormed out, and closed the door quietly.
"Just because of the situation you're in, does NOT give you the right to do as you please. You have tried to kill Dr. Fitzgerald, you were just mean to that nurse, again," Mom said, proceeding with changing my diaper.
"I am sorry, Mom. It won't happen again," I answered, hoping for the least worst possible punishment.
"If you want to come home... you're going to be Brianne, Bridget's twin SISTER, and you still need to finish high school," Mom commanded.
"I-- but-- Mom! That's not--!" I stuttered in terror.
Defeated by the stern look she was giving me, I sighed, and nodded as I had nowhere else to go.
And at this point, I should have kept my big mouth shut.
"How will I be able to do this, as I don't know how to be a girl?" I asked coolly, thinking this would have been the end of it.
Mom thought for a second, and smiled.
The way she smiled, I've only ever seen that grin when she was in adoration over how cute Bridget had been.
"You're going restart your entire life, as a girl," she retorted calmly.
All colour had flooded from my face.

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Author: BabyxZoey
Timestamp: Sep 5, 2014 at 2:28 AM
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"No, I am not changing my mind!" Mom growled at me, as she pulled me along, literally like a little kid, at the hand. Her eyes flared in anger, her hair flipped as she turned to me. I've only seen her like this when a) she's SUPER mad, (and, she is most definitely mad) and b) when she means business. She tightened her grip, and we continued towards her car.
"But why?!" I protested, fighting to get her hand off.
"Well, the way you're acting for one. If you're going to act like a baby, you're going to get treated like one. Two, I'm sorry, you heard the doctor, we can't change you back, and three? You were mean to every nurse, and doctor in there," she said, her third point referring to the fact that I kept calling the hospital staffs, 'perverts', and other names that were more vulgar, or obscene than the last.
"Oh," I said quietly, no longer caring that my Mom was tugging me around at the wrist, like a little kid. I didn't even care that my butt was waddling, and crinkling with each step.
"You embarrassed me in there," she said angrily, seemingly not caring if I'd heard her, it was like she was giving herself a reason for her sudden change of heart.
"I-I'm sorry Mom!" I exclaimed, starting to cry, and not noticing people staring at Mom, and I. When we finally reached the car, she turned the alarm off, and unlocked it. I'd started towards the front passenger seat, but Mom had shut the door as instantly as I opened it.
"No. You sit in the back," she told me, and opened the door for the passenger side back seat.
"I am 18 now. Not 7," I protested. Mom responded by giving me a swat on the thigh. I squealed, and hopped around in pain, and jumped in the back seat when the pain had faded. I was to buckle my seatbelt, when Mom swatted my hand.
"You are my little girl now, remember?" she cooed at me, buckling me in. 'I swear, she is just loving this,' I thought angrily. As she pulled out of the car, she shoved something into my mouth. I pulled it out, and looked at it, and reluctantly replaced it. I now had a 'New Baby Girl' pacifier in my mouth. I sighed, rested my cheek on my fist, and stared out of the window as we exited the parking lot. As the buildings flew by, I suddenly felt overwhelmed, and let tears roll down silently, until I fell asleep.

I woke up, yawning, and stretching, while still seated in the back seat. The pacifier was still in my mouth when I woke up, and stayed there even after. I let out a tiny squeak as I yawned, and from the corner of my eye saw my Mom peer into her rearview mirror.
"Hey, there she is! Did my baby sleep good?" Mom cooed happily. I forced a smile from behind the pacifier, and rubbed my eyes.
"Yes Mom," I mumbled.
"Another rule; I am Mommy, not Mom," she said.
"... yes... Mommy," I sighed.

We turned a corner, and I could see the edge of our house. The white picket fence that went around our humongous front yard. The lush green grass.A huge oak tree sat planted near the middle of the yard, with a lounge chair beside it. The house itself stood at a massive 4 stories.
Windows etched with carvings, and small balconies lined the white stucco.

Years before, my Mom had gotten a massive 45 million dollar inheritance, and this house, when both my grandparents passed away. Grandma was only mean to Mom, and my Auntie. However, us kids were showered with goodies by our grandparents. But when Grandpa followed, Mom went into a depressive state. She was quiet, she smoked cigarettes, and became almost negligent of my siblings, and I. But when she saw that my Grandpa left her their fortune, and house, she nearly fainted. Auntie was always there for my Mom, and it's not like she could just dump her kids to the curb.

Our Dad, however, what a douche. Messing with other girls, yelling at my Mom, and drinking all the time. The last time I ever saw him, he'd gotten into a physical fight with my Mom, and I cried at him to stay, and that it was all fixable. He ignored me as I watched him get into his silver BMW at our old house, when I was 8, and saw his car again on TV with police behind him, as he swerved back, and forth across the highway, clearly drunk. In the final minute of his chase, he lost control of the BMW that my Grandpa bought him. I watched in terror as it split apart in an explosion, as a semi, trailer in tow, went through it. I cried forever afterward, because I thought he was so cool.

My family had came running out of the house to meet Mom, and I.
I sunk into my seat, and felt the need to disappear. Event after event, it was all becoming the worst nightmare possible.
"Stay in the car," Mom told me, getting out.
"Gladly," I muttered under my breath. I watched her talk with my family, from the corner of my window, 'probably telling them the freakshow at the hospital. Wait.. where is--' I thought.
"Hey brother, how are--- Ahhh!!!"
'Oh. There she is,' I thought, as I stared at my twin sister. The term 'blood-curdling scream', is not just a phrase, that scream actually curdled my blood. My skin became clammy, my eyes bugged out, and I instantly felt sick.
"WHY THE HELL DOES HE LOOK EXACTLY LIKE ME?!" she screamed at Mom, pointing at me, and gesturing to how we look exactly the same, from her hair, to the additions directly beneath my chin.
'Oh god. I wish I had a gun. Or that the seat would eat me whole. Anything to get me out of here,' I thought.
I watched as Mom calmed her down, and explained what had transpired at the hospital. Bridget kept shooting glares at me. In response to what she was told, she kept making faces, and covering her mouth as my mother explained everything. My Mom then came around from the front of the car, to my side, and opened the car door. I unbuckled my seatbelt, and really wish I had not done so. She glared at me, moving swiftly to remove me from the seat the way she had wanted. The instant she bowed into the car, her face switched to a warm, loving, expression. She swung my legs around, and forced me to wrap my thin legs around her waist. She hoisted me up, and out with ease. Making sure to keep my shirt from hiding the diaper under my loose hanging pants. She also made sure that the pacifier was in my mouth, and kissed my cheek as we exited the back of the car. She kept one hand around my back, and the other under my bum.
"Everyone... she's a little shy right now... but say hi to... Brianne," Mom said proudly.

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Author: BabyxZoey
Timestamp: Sep 5, 2014 at 3:32 AM
Content: I am open for criticism, and suggestions. What could Brad... erm... Brianne's story use?

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Author: BabyxZoey
Timestamp: Sep 6, 2014 at 5:34 AM
Content: The teasing I didn't really have in my first draft, but... recent experiences have booted down the door for that. LOL
And the shopping trip? Oh boy... Should be good. But I am doing stuff right now. Will update later.

xoxo,
Zoey

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Author: BabyxZoey
Timestamp: Sep 6, 2014 at 6:12 PM
Content: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~CHAPTER~~~5~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A short while after I came back home, I was seated in the living room, and forced to watch Treehouse TV with my older siblings. I could also feel eyes periodically staring at me, from within every face in the room. Bored, I sighed as I shifted over to sit in front of the couch. Sara, my eldest sister, slid off the couch, and cuddled with me, playing with my hair. I tried pulling away, but Sara wouldn't let me go. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mom move. Next I felt a swat on the back of my thigh. I squealed, and jumped onto Sara's lap, and nestled in, for fear of another spank. From one of the chairs, I heard Bridget giggle. I glared at her. Sara begun twirling my hair, and such. After a while, she stopped.
"Aww!" Mom cooed at me. I looked at her with a strange look, nervously wondering why she did. The TV screen went black, and for a brief second, I saw a faint reflection of me. Crawling frantically towards the TV, the screen had turned to Hello Kitty. I found the button pad, and turned it off. I stared at my reflection for the first time.

My face had become very feminine, my eyebrows looked groomed, my eyelashes were longer than ever, my complexion was fair, and my skin overall, didn't look as oily as it once was. If anyone were to see me, they could actually mistake me for Bridget, hell, I mistook me for Bridget. I sat wide-eyed, and open-mouthed, I didn't even care that my pacifier rolled out of my mouth, and bounce off of my breasts. All I could was let out a tiny squeak. But I also saw what made Mom coo at me. Sara wasn't playing with my hair, she put pigtails in my hair. Pigtails. In MY hair! I ran across the huge room on all fours, like a cat, and leapt at Sara from over 10 feet away. I saw her stare at me in terror, and curl up into the fetal position. Wham! I felt my insides outside, as I slid across the room, sideways from my intended destination, I gasped for air, and cringed in pain, with my arms wrapped around my stomach area. A loud ringing swamped over my hearing, and it droned out all sound. I saw Seamus panting, and sit up as he recovered from what he just did. I rolled over onto my back, with my legs curled, and slightly raised above me. Almost like I was crouched over, but on my back.

Then it came. A huge fart, followed by me filling the seat of my diaper. I cried as I didn't know what now hurt worse, my stomach, or my pride.
I saw Mom indicate doing something, to Seamus. Seamus nodded, and walked over to me. He stared down at me, and let off an evil grin. He flipped me over, as I struggled to stay the other way, but I had no strength. He lay me out on my stomach, and sat backwards on me, on my shoulderblades. He hooked my arms with his booted feet, as I tried to buck him off of me, like a bull. But it was no use, even though I continued to try.
About 20 seconds later, someone showed me my punishment. A super, floppy, rubber spatula. The type with a thick piece of hardened plastic stick in the middle. With each smack on my partially bare bum, I felt tears run down my face, as I continue to squirm. My mouth pleaded for mercy. With every fiber of my being, I tried to get away. The spanks became more frequent, and increasingly harder. I know I was screaming as I felt my mouth get raspy, and dry. I started to cough through my tears, as my punishment continued. Eventually, I passed out from the pain.

I woke up in a huge girly looking room. The walls were between a salmon pink, and hot pink. A mobile with a variation of characters from girly shows, and movies hung above me. The walls around me, had Disney Princess, and Hello Kitty posters. The walls around the rest of the room had famous boy-bands, and other dudes spattered all over.
I tried to sit up, and was instantly yanked back down, as I choked on the source. Reaching towards it, I found it was a short thin cord. A small leash, maybe. Around my neck was what felt like a belt. A collar, I realized. Craning my neck, I saw it was attached to a steel bar.
In my mouth, rested a pacifier. One that made me want it even more, even though I didn't. It also made my mouth numb, but I didn't want to get rid of it. I also noticed that I was wearing a new diaper, even though my butt still felt the spanking I'd received.
Eventually my stomach started grumbling, so I began to make a little noise, by banging on the wall. Bridget came strolling in, and cooing at me.
"Hey Bri. How is my baby sister?" she said, trying to make silly faces at me. I just glared at her. She unhooked my collar, and helped me sit up.
"I hay you, rye now," I said angrily, slurring.
"Uh-oh! I think baby might have another tantrum, maybe Mom should know," she retorted, laughing.
As she picked me up, I scowled at her. 'I cannot let that happen again,' I thought. She carried me out of the room, into the kitchen.
Mom was making lunch, and I sighed in relief. 'Yum. Food,' I thought. None of it was for me, though. Bridget repositioned me to sit in her lap, took my yummy pacifier out of my mouth, and shoved a baby bottle in. I looked on in envy as my family ate food. My sister cradled me, holding my bottle in place. For fear of another licken, and me being hungry, I drank.
"We've got to go shopping. Bri needs new clothes," Bridget said, breaking a silence I wish she would've just left alone. 'I do not get it. Why is my family so mean now?' I thought sadly.
"Good idea Bridget," Mom said smiling.

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Author: BabyxZoey
Timestamp: Sep 8, 2014 at 9:49 PM
Content: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~CHAPTER~~~6~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After about half an hour after eating, my family had started getting ready to go shopping. I sat on the couch, looking on helplessly as they bustled around, finding everything they'd need. Remembering the stinging swat I'd received for trying get Mom to change her mind, I definitely protested a lot less this time around.
"Bridget, please get your sister something to wear to go shopping," Mom told my sister.
"But Mom! Those are MY clothes!" Bridget shouted.
"Do you want to end up like her? Do it. Now!" Mom said through gritted teeth. I watched as Bridget turned on her heel, stopped to scowl at me, and reluctantly storm upstairs to what is now, our room. After Mom went elsewhere, periodically I could hear Bridget shrieking, stomping around, and talking to herself. Finally she came downstairs with a pleated red plaid skirt, a white polo shirt, a fuzzy navy blue sweatervest, a navy blue tie to match, and white frilly-looking stockings, with pink bows on the top of each. My eyes bugged out of my head, and I shot off the couch, and bolted upstairs. Halfway up, I ran into Sara.
"Calm-, calm dow-... Bri! Calm down!" Sara requested, restraining me, and carried me back down. Cradling me, she shushed me down.
"Mom! I grabbed an outfit!" Bridget called, looking disgusted at Sara, and I. Her face changed as Mom re-entered the room.
"Oh good! She'll look very cute in that," Mom said, seeing the outfit. She took it from Bridget, and stepped towards Sara, and I.
"Please Mom...my, p-please don't make m-me wear that. I-I am s-sorry I was mean at the hospital. I-I promise I won't d-do it again," I said through sniffles, and tears.
"Aw, come here baby," Mom cooed, opening her arms at me, and giving a sympathetic look. I cried even harder as I left Sara's to be in my mothers.
"I am so sorr--" Mom cut me off, by placing her finger over my lips, and starting to cradle me.
"I know baby. But there's nothing we can do about it now. I am sorry I've been so hard on you. I know losing your friends must have been tough, and I know accidentally being turned into a girl has not been a good thing for you. But I thought I lost you forever, and I can't let that feeling happen again," she said, rocking me back, and forth, and wiping my tears.
"Ugh," Bridget muttered under her breath, to which Sara smacked her in the head.

After I was dressed, and we were all almost ready to go, I looked at myself in the mirror door, in the front coat closet. My hair was still in pigtails, I still had my 'New Baby Girl' pacifier in my mouth. My new outfit was actually really cute, but it just wasn't me. Then I realized again, that I look like my twin sister. I was about an inch taller, and yet I felt about 2 feet tall, and 2 years old. My biggest constant reminder was the heavily padded diaper under my skirt. Mom grabbed her keys, and my hand, and led me out the giant front door. Grandpa told me once that the door, it was custom made from an oak tree. It had a crest which one of our ancestors had designed.
We strolled to the car, my diaper making its presence quite clear, with every step. Mom got me seated, and buckled in, and eventually everyone else followed suit. I dozed off almost instantly, my head lulling around, and sleep...

I woke up to a wet diaper, and still seated in the car. The feeling making me feel irritated, and cold.
"Mom...my?" I said, squirming.
"Yeah, baby?" Mom replied. Seeing me getting shifty she added, "We are here, honeybun. We can get you changed inside."
After we parked, Auntie Niu got out from the passenger seat, and immediately got me out. She wrapped my arms, and legs around her, and started for the mall. I rested my chin on her shoulder, and just went with it.
"I will get her cleaned up," Auntie said. Then I saw Bridget park her car, and began speaking with Mom. Bridget threw her head back, and sighed. She skulked as she followed Auntie, and I.
"Auntie. Mom wants me keep watch as you clean... her," Bridget said, gesturing towards me.
"Oh. Okay," she replied nodding. My sister blew a kiss at me, and suddenly became extremely helpful. I narrowed my eyes at her in worry.

Auntie followed Bridget through the food court, who took the longest path possible, as people begun to stare at us, clearly appalled. A pair of elderly women began whispering to each other.
"What a lazy girl."
"She looks as old as my daughter."
They shut up almost instantly when they saw me give them the finger.
The washroom was completely empty, so Auntie flipped down the change table, and sat me down, causing my wet diaper to squish into my crotch.
"Ack! Cold!" I yelped.
"Just lay back," Auntie said. Doing so, she untaped my diaper, and clean me. As gentle, and caring as she was, I still found this weird. So I looked to where Bridget kept guard.
As Auntie continued, Bridget began talking to someone, and pointed at me. 'No. No way. No one is this cruel,' I thought panicking.
I shut my eyes, trying to 'undream' everything. When I opened them, Auntie was already finished, and I was staring at a face I hadn't seen in a really long time. Someone who had a crush on me, then a grudge. But the last time I saw her, she had developed an obsession.
I stared in horror as my ex-girlfriend stood above me.

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Author: BabyxZoey
Timestamp: Sep 18, 2014 at 3:14 AM
Content: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~CHAPTER~~~7~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Did you set that up Bridget, or was it mere coincidence?" Auntie growled, as she loomed over my sister. Bridget, remembering the many disciplinary actions that our Mom, and Auntie had given us over the years, Bridget cowered in front of the sinks in the washroom.
"It was--"
"Shut it, Chelsea!" Auntie said, through gritted teeth at my ex-girlfriend.
"Whether or not this is coincidence, I cant believe you'd do this, to your own brother... well, sister now! What is wrong with you, ya insolent brat?" Auntie bellowed. Still in disbelief, that Bridget actually did this, I stood, and watched quietly.

When Auntie finished, she picked me up, with her arm underneath my butt, and with her other hand, she was wrenching at Bridget's ear.
"Ow... Ow! Auntie... ow... this hurts... Ow!" she cried, slightly bent over, dared not to undermine Aunties authority by trying to get Aunties hand off of her ear.
Chelsea tagged along, bringing up the rear.
Eventually we'd found the rest of the family, shopping in a huge section of the mall, marked, Target.

Two carts were filled with boxes, and bags of various diaper brands. My heart sank as I saw they were all Pampers, Goodnites and Pull-ups for girls. In Moms hand, was a ticket request for a Hello Kitty themed bedspread, and a crib. Seeing the angry look on Aunties face, and Bridgets ear pinched in her hand, Mom chuckled.
"What'd she do?"
"She told Chelsea about Brianne," Auntie replied, nodding her head behind her, indicating towards Chelsea. Mom narrowed her eyes at Bridget, who was still tied up at the ear.
"Oh god," Bridget whimpered quietly.
"There is no god for you here, you little b*tch," Mom growled, grabbing at her, and forcing her to the ground.
It might have been that there were no cameras trained on us, or there was nobody currently around... OR Mom didn't care. But when they arose, my sister was left with her shirt, and wearing a diaper. She whimpered quietly as she was pretty well in the same predicament I am in.
As my family continued to shop, we were stared at with the most awkward expressions.

Bridget doddled along beside Mom, trying to hide her face, and each time she did, I would hear a slap, followed by a yelp.
I wanted to laugh, but as I have previously been in that exact position, I only felt sympathy for her.
'Who would have thunk it? Me, feeling sorry for the person who has been trying to get at me, ever since I came home?' I thought.

The third and final cart, had baby bottles, powder, baby oil, and and two very different carseats, and everything else left un-named.
After a little while longer, Mom had me trying on pajama outfits, and dresses ranging from babydolls, to sundresses. I kept trying to tell her about the lady at the counter looking at us. But she didn't care. In turn, I reluctantly kept modeling for Mom. I came out of the dressing room one more time, wearing one of the sundresses.
I saw a giant footed PJ set on her arm, and I tried to run, as to me, that was the last straw. My attempt of escape, was thwarted by the dressing room door. Which I ran into, and bounced off of.
"Ugh... ow," I groaned, rubbing my nose. Mom picked me up, set me on my feet, and walked me inside the small cubicle. She took the dress off me, and helped me step into the footed PJ's. She then zippered it up, and smiled proudly. Where my enthusiasm was elsewhere. Probably far, far away from here. I groaned loudly as I finally noticed Hello Kitty spread across my new attire.
When we checked out, Mom didn't even take my new footed PJs off me, she gave the cashier my arm, to whom I smiled stupidly at from behind my pacifier at.
She smiled back, pinched my cheek, and handed me a Rocket sucker.
"What do you say, Brianne?" Mom gasped playfully.
"Thank you," I mumbled from behind my pacifier, blushing greatly.
"That's my girl," Mom said proudly. The cashier was about to hand another to Bridget, but before she had it, Mom snatched it.
"Thank--... Mom!"
"You don't get one, you were mean to Bri. Maybe when you learn to act accordingly, you can have it, until then, no," Mom said. Bridget replied by stomping her foot, and pouting.
We finally exited, to which Mom, and Auntie installed the carseats into Mom's car, who gave my sisters car keys to Auntie.
Bridget, and I were reluctantly, but forcefully put into the carseats. Bridget sighed, and stared out the window.
I yawned, and fell asleep almost instantly.

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Author: BabyxZoey
Timestamp: Sep 25, 2014 at 11:38 AM
Content: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~CHAPTER~~~8~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I stretched as I awoke. Keeping my eyes clenched, I smiled at a good sleep. I'd begun to slowly open my eyes, and rub the sleep out of them.
Yawning, I sat up slowly.
Expecting to see a crib around me, I looked around, weirded out.
"The fu--"
I looked down at my bed, seeing my 6ft fleece blanket, with the Chicago Blackhawks logo on it.
I looked down at my chest, seeing it flattened, I grabbed at where my implants were originally meant to be, over the black MMA shirt I was wearing.
I then flipped my blanket off of me, and looked down at my lower half. I was wearing workout short, and boxers. But no fluff. 'How in the hell did I dream all that? WHY did I dream all that?' I thought. I looked around my room. My Xbox 360/PS3 combo, and flat screen sat in the corner. My stack of various games, alongside it.
My walls were covered in posters of famous musicians, and bands, to wallscrolls of famous female game characters in flirtatious poses, and outfits.
Heavy metal music played quietly in the corner on my stereo. I grinned happily. 'I am home,' I told myself.
I stood up, out of bed, staring gleefully around my room. I opened my bedroom door, and stepped out, into the hallway. I peeked into each of my family members rooms as I made my way downstairs, and on each of the 4 floors, I saw each snoozing away.
I'd started to run down to the other end of the hall, on the second floor, then stopped.
"I better not. If I wake someone up, I'd need an explanation, and if I told anyone about this dream, I'd surely be sent away to padded room, and a 'hug-jacket'," I whispered to myself. So I simply walked down the hall, that led to the final set of stairs. As I strolled down the flight of steps, I could faintly smell a breakfast cooking.
Using my memory, "bacon," I said aloud, to myself.
I slowly strolled down, and decided to act as if nothing were out of the ordinary. Reaching the kitchen, this time I yawned again, but forcefully, and plopped lazily into a chair. I watched as my mother poured coffee into a mug, and walked it over to me.
A while later, my Auntie came downstairs, and proceeded to do the exact same thing, in the exact same way as I had done, just before.
Eventually, my siblings followed suit, and we'd begun to eat as a family.
Then, school. I grabbed my bookbag, and waved goodbye to everyone, and then Bridget in her car, before getting into my best friends car. We fist-bumped, and I had gotten the sweetest kiss from my girlfriend, who I hadn't noticed hiding in the back.
Coming up on an intersection, I noticed a pothole in the road, to which my friend, Max had begun the attempt to avoid. We had hit an unnoticed patch of ice instead, and slammed the bumper into the pothole we had tried to avoid in the first place. The car violently rolled several times, before coming to an abrupt halt, upside down.
A pair of headlights, came straight at me, as I struggled with the seatbelt, and being upside down.
Just before point of impact, from the other set of lights, I woke up.

Then I came back to my true reality. Drenched in sweat, flailing aimlessly, I sat up, crying. Obviously, off to the side, and in a dimly lit room, I instantly noticed where I was. My mothers room.
The hall light had washed into the room, on the floor, and made me realize my reality.
To make matters worse, I had noticed I had been sitting in a wet diaper, this entire time. A crib railing separated me from freedom of being able to leave.
Quietly, I tried to climb out, but my foot was attached to a belt, under lock and key. Sighing, I angrily slammed my leg into the mattress, hearing it crinkle.
The cord attached to the belt, rattled my suppressive loudly as I did so.
"Oh! Is my girl awake?"
Mom had came strolling into the room, and cooing at me. From inside the crib, I glared at her, as tears slowly strolled down my face. Looking at me, she had sensed something. She reached down towards my wet diaper, to which I pushed away. She firmly swatted my hand, making me pull back. 'After all these years, those still hurt,' I thought, rubbing my hand.
"Uh-oh... Little Bree maked an oops," she said, after grabbing at her intended target. Blushing, I pulled away, even though, I knew I needed a changing.
"Hmph," I pouted, reluctantly indicating to be lifted out. She unclipped my foot somehow, I couldn't see, but lifted me out of the crib, right afterward.
Crossing my arms, and legs behind her, she began to softly hum an old nursery tune, as she took me over to a brand-new change table.
Laying me down, she grabbed my feet, and smushed them against her face. 'What the--' I thought.
"Peek-a-boo!" She grinned, spreading my feet apart, and away from her face, she zoomed in really close on me. I scoffed quietly, trying not to break a smile. It actually was kind of funny. She did the a few more times, trying to get the smallest reaction of happiness from me. Eventually, I'd begun smiling, and a short while later, I was actually laughing.
"There she is!" Mom smiled, as she proceeded to start my diaper change. Before I knew it, the wipes were used, more powder was on, and a new dry diaper, was around my mid-section.
"What time is--"
"Time for you... to go back to bed, sweetheart," she said, cutting me off, and shushing me. She rebuttoned the oversized, pink, flowery bodyshirt, I'd just realized I was wearing.
"But Mom...my, I had a bad dream," I whined. 'SHUT UP! Now, she's going to make you do something even more babyish... just shut up...!' I yelled at myself in my head.
"Aw, I didn't know sweetie," she said, sympathetically. She picked me up, and carried me downstairs, and sat me in a custom-made high chair.
"Huh?" I looked down. Mom opened the fridge, and grabbed a bottle of milk, with a Hello Kitty print on the side. Seeing this, I hung my head. 'Fine. Whatever,' I thought. She put it in the microwave, and waited. Beep! Beep! She removed the bottle, and walked over to me, then picked me up again. As we went back up, I saw our family sitting in the living room, watching some movie, with blood and guts spewing everywhere.
"Mommy...! I wanna watch the movie," I said, watching the TV fade from my sight.
"Sorry, Bree, you're still too young," she replied.
Back in her room, she lay me down again, and lay down beside me. Covering us up with her blanket, she began humming the same tune from before, as she put the nipple of the bottle into my mouth, and fed me. After about half a bottle, I lay snuggled closely to my mother, and fell asleep again.

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Author: BabyxZoey
Timestamp: Sep 27, 2014 at 10:27 AM
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abdl2727 said:

I had mixed feeling between happiness that it all could have been a dream but sadness to know that it could have been a dream.

[End of quote]

Was there a word misspelled here, or was it meant to be written like that?
I ask because I am confused.