Scenario:My name is Wayde. I am a carpenter and have been unemployed for over a year. Ever Since the housing industry went bust, I have frantically searched for any type of employment. I am pulling my hair in frustration as I see I am down to my last $10,000 and have no options to get anymore when this has run out. I am very depressed and worried. If I loose my truck and my tools, I have no way to make money and I owe a lot of money on them both. Not to mention this house.
I hear the phone ringing. I answer it slowly because I think it’s one of my many creditors calling to tell me they will be unable to finance me any longer.
I answer. It’s my best friend Tony.
He says cheerily, “Hay Wayde, I think I’ve got a job for you.”
I feel an immediate improvement in my outlook and say excitedly, “Really?? Well tell me about it and where do I have to go?”
Tony replies, “Well, it’s for a company called Baby Gs. They have an ad in the paper offering full time employment with a minimum of 18 years free medical and dental. There’s even mention of free schooling, room and board along with clothing. Sounds like a deal too good to pass up.”
My heart sinks a little because it does sound too good to be true.
I ask, “Is there an address?”
He replies, “No address, but there is a toll free number for you. It’s 1-800-222-9475. Give em a call now! It’s the only thing I have even seen that’s asking for help.”
I reply, “Ok, I’ll call as soon as I get off the phone. Bye”
Tony says, “Later dude.”
He hangs up.
I look at the number. It dawns on me the number spells out “BABY GRL”. I shake my head. This has got to be a joke, but I am getting desperate and need a job.
I dial the number and a very sweet sounding female voice answers, “ Good afternoon, Baby G. This is Missy. How may I direct your call?”
I reply, "I’m calling about the ad you have in the paper about full time employment.”
She responds cheerily, “Yes, if you are able, can you come in for an interview today at about 3pm?”
I feel elated. A very real possibility of a job. I reply, “Sure. Can you give me Directions from Woods road?”
She says, “Oh it’s easy. You’re just down the road from here. Just come up Woods road to Carabineer street and turn left. You’ll see our sign on the right. A big Pink building. You can park behind the building. There’s lots of free parking.”
I remember the building. It is a very bright pink. I say, “I’ll be there.” and hang up.
I take a shower and put on some decent casual clothes so I look presentable. I get in my truck and go to the place. The back parking lot is huge and empty. I see another building on the other side of the lot and it appears they are packaging many types of auto parts.
I think to myself , “That wouldn’t be too bad a job.” and walk into the office.
Behind the desk is an absolutely beautiful girl.
She looks up and says cheerily in an extremely sexy voice, “Hello, how can I be of assistance?”
I reply, “I’m here for an interview for a job you have advertised.”
She smiles a most beautiful smile and says, “Surely. If you could fill out this application first.”
She hands me a clip board with a pin attached. I take it and sit in one of the comfortable chairs there in the office.
The top of the form looked like any other employment application I had ever seen. Asked name, age, marital status, address, social security number, and current telephone number.
The next page asked the usual health questions.
The third page explained that I may be asked to give my opinions of certain products. It asked my opinion of different types of baby items. Creams, disposable diapers, cloth diapers, different types of baby toys and cribs. It asked about baby powders and clothes. I answered them to the best of my limited ability. I was 55 years old and had no experience with these items. Though I have had many girlfriends, I had never found miss right and been exposed to babies.
I had completed the application, signed it, and took it back to the receptionist. She took it and looked it over. I noticed she paid close attention to the product questionnaire the most. I hoped it wouldn’t hurt my chances for getting this job ... I really needed work.
She looked up and said in her sexy cheery voice, “Seems we have a position for you. You can start right away. First, we need to give you a physical so we know you are in good health.”
I was ecstatic. I said, “Sure, lead on.”
She giggles sweetly and says, “This way Wayde.”
She leads me through several doors and down a long hallway into a well equipped medical clinic. She has me sit in one of the comfortable chairs.
She says, “It’ll be just a few minutes. Sorry to keep you waiting, but there have been several positions filled today and they will be ready for you shortly.”
I said, “No problem.”
She smiled a beautiful smile and left.
There were many great magazines to choose from. Popular Science, Baby’s r Us, Mechanics Monthly, Money Matters, Stone Age Archery, Mommy’s Monthly, ect. I picked up the Popular Science and began to thumb thru it.
It wasn’t long before a nurse came out and had me follow her back into an examining room. As she left, she instructed me to take off all my clothes down to my underpants.
A doctor came in and gave me a very thorough Physical and prostate exam. He informed me he would need to take a little blood to make sure everything is alright. I agreed. Everything seemed normal to me so far so I didn’t worry. I was just glad that I had a job.
A nurse came in and wrapped a rubber strap around my arm and put a rig in my vein at my elbow. She put one of the tubes into the slot and I watched as dark red blood began to fill the tube. I saw some gel something in the tube as it filled. When the tube was full, she took it out of the slot and shook it vigorously. I watched as it changed color to a silvery shiny liquid.
She quickly put it back into the slot and pressed on the end. I heard a hissing pop as all the silver liquid emptied out of the tube back into my arm. I realized another nurse was behind me and holding me gently. The first nurse took the rubber strap off of my arm.
It was so warm and wonderful. I could feel it as it entered my system and my heart and rapidly spread to my head. I shivered with the pleasant and intense sensations. I realized I no longer could sit up, the nurse behind held me gently and me laid me back softly on the table. I couldn’t be sure, but it felt sorta like I was peeing my pants. Everything became far away and fuzzy as I slipped into unconsciousness.
A New Beginning
I wake. I feel really strange all over. I am wrapped in a soft, warm blanket. I find I can’t get myself out of the blanket. I start to struggle and discover I am having problems with my coordination. I try to speak. I can only make cooing and gurgling noises.
I kick my feet and try to worm my way out of the blanket. I have absolutely no luck.
A nurse comes in. I realize something is terribly wrong. She is huge! I cannot believe what I am seeing.
She reaches in and picks me effortlessly up and pats my hinny reassuringly. She coos to me and says that I have been accepted and have the new job for life. She tells me I am now a newborn baby girl and have been custom created for a Baby G client. She tells me I will regress in my mind after I meet my new mommy and she gives me a name and I imprint on her. I cannot believe what I am hearing.
She kisses me softly and tells me that Baby G is so glad that I accepted this job. She tells me I will be an absolutely adorable little girl and an extremely beautiful woman when I grow up. I am really having difficulty believing what is happening.
She says that my truck is being dismantled and sold as parts as we speak. I remember the building across the parking lot. She tells me all my properties are being sold. All the moneys from the sales are gathered together into a trust fund for me when I reach 18 years old. She tells me that there will be over 2 million dollars in the trust fund by then. I will be well set up for life. I am totally freaked out by this time. This is something from a nightmare.
She sits with me in her lap. She puts a baby bottle to my lips. I suck eagerly and can’t believe I’m doing it. She coos to me and tells me what a good baby girl I am. I am totally shocked and helpless to do anything about it.
I feel a warm wetness creep into my pants. It seeps to my bottom slowly. I know I am wetting myself and can do nothing about it. I continue to suck on the bottle. It is warm and tastes really good. I am hungry. The warmth in my stomach makes me feel so good and sleepy.
When I finish the bottle, the nurse gently puts me on her shoulder and pats me on my back. There is a cloth across her shoulder. I helplessly burp and spit up some on the cloth. I am really freaked out. I can’t understand how any of this is real. She gently wipes my face with a soft tissue, then unwraps the blanket from me.
I am in a onesie that ties at my feet. She undoes the bow and opens it to my armpits.
I am in a disposable diaper that is way too big for me and it is wet. She takes me back to what I realize now is a crib and softly places me on my back, undoes my diaper, and cleans me with sweet smelling baby wipes.
I know now I have no male gentailia. I can’t believe it, I am a baby girl. My mind seems to be intact for now, but I cannot translate anything into external action. My body won’t do anything except what a newborn is capable of. I am helpless and know it.
She puts another disposable under me and powders me with sweet smelling baby powder. She gently fastens the diaper on me. It fits me a lot better than the old one. It feels so strangely wonderful to be diapered. She smiles knowingly at me and kisses me gently. I squirm and coo softly. I can't help myself.
She puts ink on my fingers and presses them gently to a paper. She repeats the process with my feet. She explains that this is my new birth certificate and will have my new name that my mommy will give me and today's date as my birthday. She says I'm lucky to have a birthday on Valentine's.
She gently cleans my hands and my feet and tickles me. I squirm helplessly and squeal softly as she does this. It feels really good. She bends down and rubs her nose to mine and kisses me gently. She tells me not to worry that my new family is rich and will take very good care of me.
She takes the onesie off of me and puts a cute little dress on. She ties a bow in the back. She lifts me up and slips a pair of plastic lined rumba panties on me and slips some matching crocheted booties on my feet.
She says softly, “Enjoy these last few minutes, sweetheart. You will meet mommy in a minute and all will go away and you will be a sweet little newborn baby girl.”
NO! Please don’t do this! I feel total panic in my mind. I know it is going to happen anyway and there is nothing I can do about it.
I am carried gently down the hall into a room with soft lighting. I am really afraid in my mind. I do not want this and am helpless.
I am handed to a very young and beautiful woman. She looks into my face. I feel so strange in my head. I am suddenly unable to think.
The woman says, “She is so adorable! She is exactly what I asked for.”
I hear the nurse say, “Yes, Mrs. Austin, we are the finest custom child center in the world. Now choose a name for her so she will imprint and become your baby.”
No, please! I have a life. Not this! I am totally helpless as I realize it is all for real and I am in my mommy's arms. I am panicking in my mind. I have absolutely no choice and realize this is the last thoughts I'll ever have as Wayde. I brace myself for what ever is coming.
Mommy smiles and says so softly, “I’ll call her Vickie Lynn.”
Create my version of this story
My name is Wayde. I am a carpenter and have been unemployed for over a year. Ever Since the housing industry went bust, I have frantically searched for any type of employment. I am pulling my hair in frustration as I see I am down to my last $10,000 and have no options to get anymore when this has run out. I am very depressed and worried. If I loose my truck and my tools, I have no way to make money and I owe a lot of money on them both. Not to mention this house.
I hear the phone ringing. I answer it slowly because I think it’s one of my many creditors calling to tell me they will be unable to finance me any longer.
I answer. It’s my best friend Tony.
He says cheerily, “Hay Wayde, I think I’ve got a job for you.”
I feel an immediate improvement in my outlook and say excitedly, “Really?? Well tell me about it and where do I have to go?”
Tony replies, “Well, it’s for a company called Baby Gs. They have an ad in the paper offering full time employment with a minimum of 18 years free medical and dental. There’s even mention of free schooling, room and board along with clothing. Sounds like a deal too good to pass up.”
My heart sinks a little because it does sound too good to be true.
I ask, “Is there an address?”
He replies, “No address, but there is a toll free number for you. It’s 1-800-222-9475. Give em a call now! It’s the only thing I have even seen that’s asking for help.”
I reply, “Ok, I’ll call as soon as I get off the phone. Bye”
Tony says, “Later dude.”
He hangs up.
I look at the number. It dawns on me the number spells out “BABY GRL”. I shake my head. This has got to be a joke, but I am getting desperate and need a job.
I dial the number and a very sweet sounding female voice answers, “ Good afternoon, Baby G. This is Missy. How may I direct your call?”
I reply, "I’m calling about the ad you have in the paper about full time employment.”
She responds cheerily, “Yes, if you are able, can you come in for an interview today at about 3pm?”
I feel elated. A very real possibility of a job. I reply, “Sure. Can you give me Directions from Woods road?”
She says, “Oh it’s easy. You’re just down the road from here. Just come up Woods road to Carabineer street and turn left. You’ll see our sign on the right. A big Pink building. You can park behind the building. There’s lots of free parking.”
I remember the building. It is a very bright pink. I say, “I’ll be there.” and hang up.
I take a shower and put on some decent casual clothes so I look presentable. I get in my truck and go to the place. The back parking lot is huge and empty. I see another building on the other side of the lot and it appears they are packaging many types of auto parts.
I think to myself , “That wouldn’t be too bad a job.” and walk into the office.
Behind the desk is an absolutely beautiful girl.
She looks up and says cheerily in an extremely sexy voice, “Hello, how can I be of assistance?”
I reply, “I’m here for an interview for a job you have advertised.”
She smiles a most beautiful smile and says, “Surely. If you could fill out this application first.”
She hands me a clip board with a pin attached. I take it and sit in one of the comfortable chairs there in the office.
The top of the form looked like any other employment application I had ever seen. Asked name, age, marital status, address, social security number, and current telephone number.
The next page asked the usual health questions.
The third page explained that I may be asked to give my opinions of certain products. It asked my opinion of different types of baby items. Creams, disposable diapers, cloth diapers, different types of baby toys and cribs. It asked about baby powders and clothes. I answered them to the best of my limited ability. I was 55 years old and had no experience with these items. Though I have had many girlfriends, I had never found miss right and been exposed to babies.
I had completed the application, signed it, and took it back to the receptionist. She took it and looked it over. I noticed she paid close attention to the product questionnaire the most. I hoped it wouldn’t hurt my chances for getting this job ... I really needed work.
She looked up and said in her sexy cheery voice, “Seems we have a position for you. You can start right away. First, we need to give you a physical so we know you are in good health.”
I was ecstatic. I said, “Sure, lead on.”
She giggles sweetly and says, “This way Wayde.”
She leads me through several doors and down a long hallway into a well equipped medical clinic. She has me sit in one of the comfortable chairs.
She says, “It’ll be just a few minutes. Sorry to keep you waiting, but there have been several positions filled today and they will be ready for you shortly.”
I said, “No problem.”
She smiled a beautiful smile and left.
There were many great magazines to choose from. Popular Science, Baby’s r Us, Mechanics Monthly, Money Matters, Stone Age Archery, Mommy’s Monthly, ect. I picked up the Popular Science and began to thumb thru it.
It wasn’t long before a nurse came out and had me follow her back into an examining room. As she left, she instructed me to take off all my clothes down to my underpants.
A doctor came in and gave me a very thorough Physical and prostate exam. He informed me he would need to take a little blood to make sure everything is alright. I agreed. Everything seemed normal to me so far so I didn’t worry. I was just glad that I had a job.
A nurse came in and wrapped a rubber strap around my arm and put a rig in my vein at my elbow. She put one of the tubes into the slot and I watched as dark red blood began to fill the tube. I saw some gel something in the tube as it filled. When the tube was full, she took it out of the slot and shook it vigorously. I watched as it changed color to a silvery shiny liquid.
She quickly put it back into the slot and pressed on the end. I heard a hissing pop as all the silver liquid emptied out of the tube back into my arm. I realized another nurse was behind me and holding me gently. The first nurse took the rubber strap off of my arm.
It was so warm and wonderful. I could feel it as it entered my system and my heart and rapidly spread to my head. I shivered with the pleasant and intense sensations. I realized I no longer could sit up, the nurse behind held me gently and me laid me back softly on the table. I couldn’t be sure, but it felt sorta like I was peeing my pants. Everything became far away and fuzzy as I slipped into unconsciousness.
A New Beginning
I wake. I feel really strange all over. I am wrapped in a soft, warm blanket. I find I can’t get myself out of the blanket. I start to struggle and discover I am having problems with my coordination. I try to speak. I can only make cooing and gurgling noises.
I kick my feet and try to worm my way out of the blanket. I have absolutely no luck.
A nurse comes in. I realize something is terribly wrong. She is huge! I cannot believe what I am seeing.
She reaches in and picks me effortlessly up and pats my hinny reassuringly. She coos to me and says that I have been accepted and have the new job for life. She tells me I am now a newborn baby girl and have been custom created for a Baby G client. She tells me I will regress in my mind after I meet my new mommy and she gives me a name and I imprint on her. I cannot believe what I am hearing.
She kisses me softly and tells me that Baby G is so glad that I accepted this job. She tells me I will be an absolutely adorable little girl and an extremely beautiful woman when I grow up. I am really having difficulty believing what is happening.
She says that my truck is being dismantled and sold as parts as we speak. I remember the building across the parking lot. She tells me all my properties are being sold. All the moneys from the sales are gathered together into a trust fund for me when I reach 18 years old. She tells me that there will be over 2 million dollars in the trust fund by then. I will be well set up for life. I am totally freaked out by this time. This is something from a nightmare.
She sits with me in her lap. She puts a baby bottle to my lips. I suck eagerly and can’t believe I’m doing it. She coos to me and tells me what a good baby girl I am. I am totally shocked and helpless to do anything about it.
I feel a warm wetness creep into my pants. It seeps to my bottom slowly. I know I am wetting myself and can do nothing about it. I continue to suck on the bottle. It is warm and tastes really good. I am hungry. The warmth in my stomach makes me feel so good and sleepy.
When I finish the bottle, the nurse gently puts me on her shoulder and pats me on my back. There is a cloth across her shoulder. I helplessly burp and spit up some on the cloth. I am really freaked out. I can’t understand how any of this is real. She gently wipes my face with a soft tissue, then unwraps the blanket from me.
I am in a onesie that ties at my feet. She undoes the bow and opens it to my armpits.
I am in a disposable diaper that is way too big for me and it is wet. She takes me back to what I realize now is a crib and softly places me on my back, undoes my diaper, and cleans me with sweet smelling baby wipes.
I know now I have no male gentailia. I can’t believe it, I am a baby girl. My mind seems to be intact for now, but I cannot translate anything into external action. My body won’t do anything except what a newborn is capable of. I am helpless and know it.
She puts another disposable under me and powders me with sweet smelling baby powder. She gently fastens the diaper on me. It fits me a lot better than the old one. It feels so strangely wonderful to be diapered. She smiles knowingly at me and kisses me gently. I squirm and coo softly. I can't help myself.
She puts ink on my fingers and presses them gently to a paper. She repeats the process with my feet. She explains that this is my new birth certificate and will have my new name that my mommy will give me and today's date as my birthday. She says I'm lucky to have a birthday on Valentine's.
She gently cleans my hands and my feet and tickles me. I squirm helplessly and squeal softly as she does this. It feels really good. She bends down and rubs her nose to mine and kisses me gently. She tells me not to worry that my new family is rich and will take very good care of me.
She takes the onesie off of me and puts a cute little dress on. She ties a bow in the back. She lifts me up and slips a pair of plastic lined rumba panties on me and slips some matching crocheted booties on my feet.
She says softly, “Enjoy these last few minutes, sweetheart. You will meet mommy in a minute and all will go away and you will be a sweet little newborn baby girl.”
NO! Please don’t do this! I feel total panic in my mind. I know it is going to happen anyway and there is nothing I can do about it.
I am carried gently down the hall into a room with soft lighting. I am really afraid in my mind. I do not want this and am helpless.
I am handed to a very young and beautiful woman. She looks into my face. I feel so strange in my head. I am suddenly unable to think.
The woman says, “She is so adorable! She is exactly what I asked for.”
I hear the nurse say, “Yes, Mrs. Austin, we are the finest custom child center in the world. Now choose a name for her so she will imprint and become your baby.”
No, please! I have a life. Not this! I am totally helpless as I realize it is all for real and I am in my mommy's arms. I am panicking in my mind. I have absolutely no choice and realize this is the last thoughts I'll ever have as Wayde. I brace myself for what ever is coming.
Mommy smiles and says so softly, “I’ll call her Vickie Lynn.”
Missy
receptionist at Baby G who assists in the transformation process, no direct relationship with Wayde but significant interaction, strikingly beautiful, cheerful and enigmatic.
Tony Richards
best friend who suggests the job, relationship with Wayde, tall, darkhaired, supportive and optimistic.
Wayde Thompson
transformed into a baby girl, relationships with Tony and his new "mommy," average build, brown hair, determined yet vulnerable.
I was desperate.
I’d been out of work for almost a year, and my unemployment benefits had run out.
I had no savings, and the only thing I owned of any value was my car, which was ten years old and on its last legs.
I had no choice but to sell it, and that would leave me with no way to get around.
I didn’t know what I was going to do.
I’d been a carpenter for the past fifteen years, but the economy had taken a nosedive, and construction jobs were few and far between.
The ones that were available paid crap wages, and I couldn’t afford to take one of those positions.
My mortgage was three months behind, and I’d received a notice of foreclosure on my home.
I was sitting at my kitchen table, staring at the foreclosure notice, when my phone rang.
It was Tony.
"Hey, Wayde," he said, his voice crackling through the speaker. "I heard about a job opening. Thought you might be interested."
I perked up. "What kind of job?"
"Something different," Tony replied. "It's at this place called Baby Gs. They’re looking for someone immediately."
"Baby Gs?" I repeated, frowning. "What kind of place is that?"
Tony chuckled. "It's a bit unconventional, but they pay well. Give them a call."
He rattled off a number before hanging up.
Skeptical but desperate, I dialed the number.
A cheerful voice answered on the second ring.
"Baby Gs, how can I help you?"
"Uh, hi," I stammered. "I'm calling about the job opening?"
"Oh, wonderful!" the voice chirped. "Can you come in for an interview today?"
"Sure," I said, glancing at the clock. "What time?"
"How about 2 PM? We're located at 123 Maple Street."
"I'll be there."
I arrived at the address and stared up at the bright pink building with a giant baby face logo.
This was definitely unconventional.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door and stepped inside.
The interior was just as colorful as the exterior.
A beautiful receptionist with curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes greeted me with a warm smile.
"Welcome to Baby Gs! You must be Wayde."
"That's right," I said, trying to match her enthusiasm.
"Please fill out this application," she said, handing me a clipboard with several sheets of paper.
I took a seat and started filling out the application.
The questions were odd: “How familiar are you with baby products?” “Do you have any experience with childcare?”
I shrugged and did my best to answer them.
When I finished, I handed the clipboard back to the receptionist.
She glanced over it and nodded approvingly.
"Great! Please follow me."
She led me down a hallway to a room that looked like a small medical clinic.
A man in a white lab coat greeted me.
“Hello, Mr. Thompson. I'm Dr. Harris. We just need to do a quick physical exam before we proceed.”
“Uh, okay,” I said, feeling a bit uneasy.
Dr. Harris instructed me to sit on an examination table.
He checked my blood pressure and listened to my heartbeat.
Then he prepared a syringe with a clear liquid.
“What’s that for?” I asked nervously.
“Just a routine injection,” he replied with a reassuring smile.
Before I could protest, he injected the substance into my arm.
Almost immediately, I felt warm and sleepy.
My vision blurred as I tried to focus on Dr. Harris’s face.
“What… what’s happening?” I mumbled.
“Just relax,” he said softly. “Everything will be fine.”
The room started spinning, and darkness closed in around me.
The last thing I heard was the sound of my own heartbeat echoing in my ears.
When I woke up, everything felt different.
My body felt strange, almost foreign.
I tried to move but found myself restrained by something soft yet firm.
Panic surged through me as I struggled against whatever was holding me down.
“Help!” I shouted, my voice sounding oddly high-pitched.
Footsteps approached rapidly, and the door swung open.
Dr. Harris stood there with an unreadable expression on his face.
“What did you do to me?” I demanded.
He stepped closer and smiled gently.
I tried to sit up but found my limbs weak and uncooperative.
“What’s going on?” I asked, my voice trembling.
“You’re in a safe place,” he replied. “Just relax.”
The door swung open, and Mrs. Austin entered, her arms wrapped around the tiny form of Vickie Lynn, her presence radiating an unsettling blend of warmth and control.
She cooed softly to the baby, her voice a soothing melody that seemed to fill the entire room.
Vickie’s eyes fluttered open and closed as if she were fighting to stay awake.
I watched as Mrs. Austin gently rocked Vickie back and forth.
Her touch was tender, almost hypnotic.
Vickie’s small hands reached out, grasping at the air before settling against Mrs. Austin’s shoulder.
“Isn’t she precious?” Mrs. Austin murmured, her eyes never leaving Vickie’s face.
I felt a strange pull, like a fog creeping into my mind, blurring the edges of my thoughts.
“What… what are you doing to her?” I managed to ask.
Mrs. Austin looked up at me with a serene smile.
“We’re giving her a new beginning,” she said softly.
Her words echoed in my mind, each syllable erasing fragments of my memories.
I tried to hold onto who I was, but it was like trying to grasp water with my bare hands.
The more I struggled, the more I slipped away.
Vickie’s eyes met mine for a brief moment, filled with confusion and fear.
The nurse stood nearby, observing everything with a clinical detachment.
She nodded approvingly as if everything was proceeding according to plan.
Vickie’s eyelids grew heavier, her resistance waning with each passing second.
Mrs. Austin continued to whisper soothing words, her voice a gentle lullaby that seemed to wrap around Vickie like a warm blanket.
I could feel the transformation intensifying within me as well.
My thoughts became fragmented, disjointed images flashing through my mind like an old film reel on fast forward.
Mrs. Austin’s smile widened as she sensed the change taking hold.
She carefully placed Vickie in a luxurious crib adorned with pink blankets and an array of plush toys.
The crib looked like something out of a fairy tale, soft and inviting.
Vickie’s last coherent thought flickered briefly before fading into oblivion.
Her eyes glazed over with infantile wonder as she gazed up at the mobile spinning above her crib.
Mrs. Austin leaned down and whispered softly into Vickie’s ear, “Welcome home, my sweet baby girl.”
Her words sealed our fate forever.
I felt myself slipping away completely, my identity dissolving into nothingness.
The room around me blurred and faded until all that remained was the soft cooing of Mrs. Austin and the gentle hum of the mobile above Vickie’s crib.
The room was bathed in soft pastel colors, with delicate wallpaper featuring tiny animals frolicking in a meadow.
The air was filled with the faint scent of baby powder and lavender.
Mrs. Austin entered, cradling Vickie Lynn in her arms, her voice a soothing melody as she cooed softly to her.
Vickie struggled to stay awake, her small hands reaching out before settling on Mrs. Austin’s shoulder.
“What is happening?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Mrs. Austin looked at me with a serene smile.
“We are giving Vickie a new beginning,” she replied gently.
Her words seemed to echo in my mind, each syllable erasing fragments of my memories.
I tried to hold onto who I was, but it was like trying to grasp water with my bare hands.
Vickie’s eyes met mine for a brief moment, filled with confusion and fear.
The nurse stood nearby, observing everything with a clinical detachment.
She nodded approvingly as if everything was proceeding according to plan.
Mrs. Austin continued to soothe Vickie, her voice a gentle lullaby that seemed to wrap around us like a warm blanket.
I could feel my thoughts becoming fragmented, disjointed images flashing through my mind like an old film reel on fast forward.
My identity was slipping away, dissolving into nothingness.
Mrs. Austin carefully placed Vickie in a luxurious crib adorned with pink blankets and an array of plush toys.
The crib looked like something out of a fairy tale, soft and inviting.
Vickie’s last coherent thought flickered briefly before fading into oblivion.
Her eyes glazed over with infantile wonder as she gazed up at the mobile spinning above her crib.
Mrs. Austin leaned down and whispered softly into Vickie’s ear, “Welcome home, my sweet baby girl.”
Her words sealed our fate forever.
I felt myself slipping away completely, my identity dissolving into nothingness.
Her voice was a soft hum, a lullaby that seemed to float through the air like a gentle breeze.
Vickie’s eyes fluttered open and closed, trying to focus on the mobile above her crib, its colorful shapes spinning slowly.
The nurse approached with a syringe in hand, her movements precise and deliberate.
She injected another substance into Vickie's tiny arm.
Vickie whimpered softly, her small face scrunching up in discomfort.
“Shh, my precious,” Mrs. Austin soothed, her voice tender and calming.
I watched helplessly as Vickie’s thoughts grew hazier, my own memories fading further into the recesses of my mind.
It was like watching a fog roll in, obscuring everything in its path.
Mrs. Austin continued to hum softly, her eyes never leaving Vickie’s face.
After a few moments, Mrs. Austin carefully placed Vickie in the crib.
She tucked her in with a soft blanket, smoothing it over her tiny form with gentle hands.
“You are safe now,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Vickie’s eyelids grew heavy, her resistance waning with each passing second.
The room around us seemed to blur and fade until all that remained was the comforting warmth of the nursery.
Her last coherent thought dissolved into the soothing melody of Mrs. Austin’s lullaby.
As Vickie drifted into a deep sleep, I felt my own consciousness slipping away.
The pastel colors of the room, the delicate wallpaper with tiny animals, and the faint scent of baby powder and lavender all blended together into a comforting haze.
The nurse stepped back, her clinical detachment unwavering as she observed the scene.
Everything seemed to be proceeding according to plan.
The mobile above Vickie’s crib continued to spin slowly, its colorful shapes casting gentle shadows on the walls.
Mrs. Austin stood by the crib, her eyes filled with a serene satisfaction.
I tried to hold onto the last fragments of my identity, but it was like trying to grasp at smoke.
My thoughts became more fragmented, disjointed images flashing through my mind before fading into nothingness.
The room grew quieter, the only sound being Mrs. Austin’s soft humming and the gentle hum of the mobile.
Vickie’s breathing slowed as she fell into a peaceful slumber.
Mrs. Austin leaned down once more and whispered softly into Vickie’s ear, “Welcome home, my sweet baby girl.”
Her words seemed to echo through the room, sealing our fate forever.
I felt myself slipping away completely, my identity dissolving into nothingness.
The last thing I saw was Vickie’s peaceful face as she slept soundly in her crib.
She picked me up gently, cradling me in her arms.
"It's time to meet your new mommy," she said softly.
I felt a wave of panic but could only manage a soft whimper.
Mrs. Austin entered the room, her face lighting up as she saw me.
She took me from the nurse's arms and held me close.
"Hello, my sweet Vickie Lynn," she cooed.
My mind struggled to hold onto any remnants of Wayde, but they slipped away like sand through fingers.
Mrs. Austin's warmth enveloped me, and I felt a strange sense of comfort as my old identity dissolved completely.
The nursery was filled with soft pastel colors and delicate wallpaper featuring tiny animals frolicking in a meadow.
The air smelled faintly of baby powder and lavender, creating an atmosphere of calm and serenity.
Mrs. Austin's voice was a soothing melody that seemed to wrap around me like a warm blanket.
"You're safe now, Vickie Lynn," she whispered into my ear.
Her words were like a gentle caress, easing the last bits of resistance from my mind.
I looked up at her with wide eyes, feeling an unfamiliar sense of belonging.
The nurse stood nearby, observing everything with a clinical detachment.
She nodded approvingly as if everything was proceeding according to plan.
Mrs. Austin continued to rock me gently in her arms, her touch tender and reassuring.
"Let's get you settled in your crib," Mrs. Austin said softly.
She carried me over to the luxurious crib adorned with pink blankets and an array of plush toys.
The crib looked like something out of a fairy tale, soft and inviting.
As she placed me down gently, I felt the softness of the blankets against my skin.
My eyes were drawn to the mobile spinning above the crib, its colorful shapes casting gentle shadows on the walls.
It was mesmerizing, and I couldn't look away.
Mrs. Austin leaned down and whispered again, "Welcome home, my sweet baby girl."
Her words sealed our fate forever.
I felt myself slipping away completely, my identity dissolving into nothingness.
The room around us seemed to blur and fade until all that remained was the comforting warmth of the nursery.
The mobile continued to spin slowly above me, its gentle hum lulling me into a state of peacefulness.
Mrs. Austin stood by the crib, her eyes filled with serene satisfaction as she watched over me.
I tried to hold onto the last fragments of who I was, but it was like trying to grasp at smoke.
My thoughts became more fragmented, disjointed images flashing through my mind before fading into nothingness.
Vickie's breathing slowed as she fell into a peaceful slumber.
Mrs. Austin leaned down once more and whispered softly into Vickie's ear, "Welcome home."
Her words echoed through the room, sealing our fate forever.
The mobile above stopped spinning, and the room grew eerily silent.
Vickie’s tiny hands reached out, grasping at the air.
Mrs. Austin smiled warmly, whispering soothing words.
"You’re safe now, my sweet girl," she murmured.
Vickie’s confusion turned to calm as she gazed up at her new mother.
The nurse entered quietly, observing with approval.
She stood by the door, her presence almost ghostly in the dim light of the nursery.
Mrs. Austin stroked Vickie’s cheek tenderly.
Vickie’s eyes closed slowly, surrendering to sleep.
The room remained silent, save for the soft breathing of the newborn baby girl.
I watched from within, feeling a strange mix of emotions.
The pastel colors of the room seemed to blur together, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.
The delicate wallpaper with tiny animals frolicking in a meadow added to the surreal feeling.
The faint scent of baby powder and lavender filled the air, creating an aura of calm and serenity.
The nurse approached Mrs. Austin and whispered something inaudible.
Mrs. Austin nodded, her eyes never leaving Vickie’s peaceful face.
"She’s perfect," the nurse said softly, her voice devoid of emotion.
"Yes," Mrs. Austin replied, her voice filled with warmth and love.
"She is."
The nurse glanced at me briefly before turning her attention back to Vickie.
"Everything is proceeding according to plan," she stated matter-of-factly.
Mrs. Austin continued to stroke Vickie’s cheek, her touch gentle and reassuring.
"You’re going to have a wonderful life here," she whispered.
Vickie’s breathing remained steady and calm as she slept soundly in her crib.
The mobile above her had stopped completely, its colorful shapes now still and silent.
The nurse stepped back, her clinical detachment unwavering as she observed the scene.
Mrs. Austin leaned down once more and kissed Vickie’s forehead softly.
"Goodnight, my sweet baby girl," she whispered.
I felt myself slipping away completely, my identity dissolving into nothingness.
The room around us seemed to fade into a comforting haze of pastel colors and soft scents.
Mrs. Austin straightened up and turned to face the nurse.
"Thank you for your help," she said sincerely.
The nurse nodded curtly. "It was my pleasure."
With that, she exited the room quietly, leaving Mrs. Austin alone with Vickie.
Mrs. Austin stood by the crib for a few more moments, watching over Vickie with a serene expression on her face.
Then she turned off the light, casting the room into darkness except for the soft glow of a nightlight in the corner.
As I felt my consciousness slipping away entirely, I heard Mrs. Austin's final words echoing in my mind: "Welcome home."
Vickie’s tiny hands grasped at the air, her eyes wide with confusion.
Mrs. Austin gently rocked her, whispering promises of love and safety.
The nursery door creaked open, and another nurse entered carrying a small, silver tray.
Mrs. Austin nodded approvingly as the nurse prepared a syringe.
"Shh, my precious," Mrs. Austin cooed, her voice tender and calming.
Vickie whimpered, feeling the cold touch of the needle against her skin.
Her body tensed momentarily before relaxing as the sedative took effect.
Mrs. Austin laid Vickie in the crib, tucking her in with a soft blanket.
"Sleep well, my precious," she whispered, watching as Vickie's eyes fluttered shut.
The room was bathed in soft pastel colors, with delicate wallpaper featuring tiny animals frolicking in a meadow.
The faint scent of baby powder and lavender filled the air, creating an atmosphere of calm and serenity.
The mobile above the crib spun slowly, its colorful shapes casting gentle shadows on the walls.
The nurse stood by the door, observing with clinical detachment.
"Everything is proceeding according to plan," she stated matter-of-factly.
Mrs. Austin nodded, her eyes never leaving Vickie’s peaceful face.
"She’s perfect," she replied softly.
The nurse glanced at me briefly before turning her attention back to Vickie.
"You’re going to have a wonderful life here," Mrs. Austin whispered to Vickie.
Vickie's breathing remained steady and calm as she slept soundly in her crib.
The mobile above had stopped completely, its colorful shapes now still and silent.
The nurse stepped back, her clinical detachment unwavering as she observed the scene.
Mrs. Austin leaned down once more and kissed Vickie’s forehead softly.
"Goodnight, my sweet baby girl," she whispered.
I felt myself slipping away completely, my identity dissolving into nothingness.
The room around us seemed to fade into a comforting haze of pastel colors and soft scents.
Mrs. Austin straightened up and turned to face the nurse.
"Thank you for your help," she said sincerely.
The nurse nodded curtly.
"It was my pleasure."
With that, she exited the room quietly, leaving Mrs. Austin alone with Vickie.
Mrs. Austin stood by the crib for a few more moments, watching over Vickie with a serene expression on her face.
Then she turned off the light, casting the room into darkness except for the soft glow of a nightlight in the corner.