Scenario:Я новорожденная девочка. Я Антон, мне недавно исполнилось 19 лет. У меня есть друг Кирилл 19 лет, у Кирилла есть ещё два брата 11 лет. Однажды его мама Полина 39 лет,предложила мне выпить кофе и я согласился, после выпитого кофе , у меня закружилась голова и я потерял сознание. Когда я проснулся все стало огромное а я лежал на пеленальном столе совершенно голый - моя малышка проснулась , сейчас мамочка тебя обмоет и оденет чистый памперс, ты теперь моя новорожденная дочь, и тебе только один месяц.Я посмотрел между своих ножек и увидел что вместо моего инструмента теперь была гладкая розовая щель Уаааа-уаааа закричал я
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Я новорожденная девочка. Я Антон, мне недавно исполнилось 19 лет. У меня есть друг Кирилл 19 лет, у Кирилла есть ещё два брата 11 лет. Однажды его мама Полина 39 лет,предложила мне выпить кофе и я согласился, после выпитого кофе , у меня закружилась голова и я потерял сознание. Когда я проснулся все стало огромное а я лежал на пеленальном столе совершенно голый - моя малышка проснулась , сейчас мамочка тебя обмоет и оденет чистый памперс, ты теперь моя новорожденная дочь, и тебе только один месяц.Я посмотрел между своих ножек и увидел что вместо моего инструмента теперь была гладкая розовая щель Уаааа-уаааа закричал я
Anton
He is a young man with a close friendship with Kirill. He is curious,trusting,and naive. Anton frequently visits Kirill's house,where he forms a bond with Kirill's two younger brothers. One day,Anton experiences a strange encounter with Polina,Kirill’s mother,which leaves him feeling confused and disturbed. After the incident,Anton becomes withdrawn and isolated,struggling to comprehend what happened and the drastic change in his body.
Boris
He is Kirill’s other younger brother with a carefree attitude. He is cheerful,blunt,and innocent. Boris often disregards protocol by eating cookies meant for others and asks direct questions. His playful nature often clashes with more serious situations,but he maintains a close relationship with his brother Kirill and their mother Polina. His innocence provides comic relief but also highlights serious issues faced by children.
Ivan
He is one of Kirill’s younger brothers and a child with acne on his forehead. He is observant,quiet,and serious. Ivan occasionally notices things that worry him,like the presence of a snake in their house. Although he does not actively engage with Anton in conversations about sensitive topics,his demeanor provides an atmosphere of seriousness that contrasts with his brother Boris’s carefree nature.
I am a newborn girl.
I am Anton, but recently I turned 19.
My friend Kirill is also 19 years old.
He has two younger brothers, both 11 years old.
One day I came to visit Kirill’s house, as I did many times before.
His two younger brothers, Ivan and Boris, were there too.
Ivan has acne on his forehead and is always quiet and serious.
Boris is cheerful and blunt and ignores all the rules, like eating cookies that are not meant for him and asking direct questions.
He asked me once if I have a willy, to which I didn’t answer because I was surprised by his question.
I don’t know why he asked me that.
When his mother Polina offered me a cup of coffee, I agreed.
She said it was healthy and good for me, so I didn’t question it.
She went to the kitchen to prepare the coffee while I sat in the living room with Kirill and his brothers.
When she came back with the cup, she gave it to me and told me again that this coffee is very healthy and good for my body and mind.
I started drinking the coffee without asking any questions.
After finishing the cup, I suddenly felt dizzy and then lost consciousness.
When I woke up, everything around me was enormous: furniture, pictures on the walls, toys on the floor.
Suddenly I heard a voice of an older woman saying, "Waaah-waaah, my little girl has woken up; now, Mommy will wash you and put on a clean diaper."
I lie helpless on the changing table.
My limbs feel weak and uncoordinated, like a newborn’s.
The woman’s face looms above me, now giant-sized.
She reaches for a washcloth.
I try to speak, to demand explanations, but all that comes out of my throat are baby sounds.
I attempt to sit up, but my muscles refuse to cooperate.
The woman gently wipes my face with the warm cloth, cooing at me in a motherly tone.
I look down at my tiny body again, still struggling to accept the smooth, feminine area between my legs.
I flail my arms and legs, trying to resist, but they only move in a feeble, newborn manner.
The woman efficiently cleans me, her face now as large as the moon.
I try again to speak, but only high-pitched wails escape my infant vocal cords.
The woman ignores my protests and lifts my tiny legs to slide a fresh diaper underneath me.
I feel the softness of baby powder as she sprinkles it across my newly cleaned skin.
The scent fills my nostrils—clinical yet comforting.
In the distance, I hear footsteps approaching the changing table.
It’s Kirill and his brothers.
