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MidReal Story
I Became A Baby Girl After Drinking Too Much
Scenario:Новорожденная девочка.
"Где я, на пеленальном столе?.Помню, вчера вечером я немного перебрал с алкоголем, прежде чем отключился в баре. А потом я проснулся здесь. Подождите, я стал младенцем и теперь меня кормит грудью та, кто, как я предполагаю, моя мать. Но как, я Тим Колинз был 24-летним мужчиной еще вчера". После этого женщина сказала: "Я люблю тебя, моя маленькая принцесса, я не могу дождаться, когда ты станешь красивой женщиной, когда вырастешь. Теперь мне придется прожить новую жизнь как маленькая девочка, а потом и женщиной... Уаааа-уаааа закричал я
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Tim Collins
determined, and adaptable. Tim struggles to understand his new reality and the challenges of being a baby girl. He grapples with the loss of his identity and masculinity while trying to adjust to his new life. Despite the difficulties, he forms a bond with his new mother and begins to learn about his new world.
Michael Collins
gentle, and protective. Michael supports Sarah in caring for their newborn daughter, offering help with feeding and changing diapers. He is also unaware of Tim's past identity but provides stability and love within the family unit.
Sarah Collins
nurturing, and supportive. Sarah cares deeply for her child and provides comfort and sustenance through breastfeeding. She is unaware of Tim's past identity and treats him as her daughter, showering him with affection and attention. Her love helps Tim navigate his new reality as he learns to adapt to life as a baby girl.
"Where am I, on a changing table? I remember last night I had a bit too much to drink before passing out in the bar, and then I woke up here. Wait, why am I naked, and why is there a bunch of baby toys and diapers next to me? And why do I feel so weak? And why do I feel like I have to pee right now? Wait, why do I feel like I have to pee all the time? Oh my god, did I get drunk and get circumcised? No, that's not right, this isn't my penis, this is a clitoris, and where are my balls, and why do I feel so horny all the time now? And why do I feel like I have to pee all the time?"
Just as I was trying to figure out what was going on, a beautiful woman with long blonde hair walked into the room, picked me up, and started cuddling me.
"Hi there little one."
She said with a sweet smile on her face.
"Hello, are you my mother?" I asked her curiously.
"Yes, I am, and so is your father sleeping next to him."
She replied.
"What's my name?"
I asked her.
"Tim," she replied.
Wait, that's my name!
And if she is my mother, then that means this is my family!
"But mom, why am I a baby?"
I asked her confused.
"You were born yesterday morning," she replied.
"What? But how? I remember last night I passed out in the bar after having a bit too much to drink."
The woman looked at me with a confused expression on her face.
"Tim, you are only 3 months old, you can't remember anything."
I looked at her in shock.
"What? No, I am 24 years old, and I am a man!"
The woman looked at me with a concerned expression on her face.
"Tim, you are a baby, and you are a girl."
I looked at her in shock.
"What? No, I am a man!"
I started crying.
The woman rushed over to me and picked me up in her arms.
"Shh, it's okay," she cooed softly.
She mistook my wails for hunger or discomfort.
Michael walked into the room and saw Sarah holding me in her arms.
"Is she alright?" he asked.
"Yes, she is fine," Sarah replied.
She gently laid me on the changing table and unfastened my diaper.
The cool air hit my skin, and before I could control it, a stream of warm pee escaped from my body and splashed onto her hands.
She laughed softly and wiped her hands with a cloth.
"You're full of surprises," she said with a smile on her face.
Michael walked over to the changing table and started to help Sarah clean me up.
They worked together in silence, their movements fluid and coordinated.
As they worked, I watched them with wide eyes, feeling a sense of comfort wash over me despite the strange circumstances.
After a while, they finished and lifted me up again.
Sarah sat down in the rocking chair and held me in her arms.
I nestled into her warmth, feeling a sense of peace wash over me.
Michael sat down next to us and watched as we rocked gently back and forth.
The room was quiet except for the sound of the rocking chair and the occasional rustle of fabric.
I looked up at Sarah and saw that she was smiling down at me.
She reached out and gently stroked my cheek, and I felt a warmth spread through my body.
I reached up and grabbed her thumb with my tiny hand, feeling a sense of comfort wash over me.
She smiled down at me and whispered sweet nothings in my ear.
I didn't understand what she was saying, but the sound of her voice was soothing and calming.
After a while, Michael stood up and walked over to the kitchen.
He returned with a bottle in his hand and sat down next to us again.
"Time for a feeding," he said softly.
"Sarah, do you think she remembers anything from before?" Michael asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.
"I don't know, but sometimes it feels like there's something more behind those eyes," Sarah replied thoughtfully.
Michael nodded, glancing at me with a mixture of wonder and concern.
