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MidReal Story
The Newborn Girl
Scenario:Как я из взрослого мужчины ( 45 лет) превратился в новорожденную девочку
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Erik Jensen
disoriented, and desperate. Erik struggles to comprehend his new reality and the loss of his life as he knew it. He grapples with the unfamiliar sensations of being a baby girl, including hunger and discomfort. Despite the overwhelming challenges, he clings to his memories of his past life, seeking a way to return to his former self.
Lily Jensen
helpless, and curious. Lily experiences the world through new senses and struggles with basic needs like feeding and comfort. She is unaware of her past life as Erik but inherits his memories and emotions. As she grows, Lily faces challenges in adapting to her new identity while grappling with the remnants of Erik's consciousness.
Sarah Jensen
nurturing, and supportive. Sarah cares for Lily without knowledge of her true identity as her husband Erik. She provides comfort and stability to Lily during her early days as a baby girl. Her presence offers solace to Erik's lingering consciousness within Lily.
I woke up with a start, my heart racing as I tried to sit up.
But I was stopped by a sharp pain in my chest.
I looked down at my hands and almost screamed.
They were different, smaller, with a wedding ring on the wrong finger.
And that ache in my chest, it wasn't from muscle strain, but from the tightness of a bra.
I was confused, disoriented, and desperate to remember how I got home.
I had no memory of falling asleep or going to bed.
The last thing I remembered was watching TV after my wife, Sarah, had turned in for the night.
I tried to stand up, but my legs wouldn't cooperate.
They were too weak, too unsteady.
And what was wrong with my feet?
Why were they tingling like that?
And why did they feel so small?
My toes squished in my socks, or were they shoes?
I looked down and almost screamed again.
My feet were stuck in something that came up to my calf.
I looked down and saw that my hands were shrinking, the fingers growing shorter and more delicate.
The wedding ring slid off and clattered on the floor.
My clothes were hanging loose, then baggy, as if I had lost weight overnight.
The bra slipped off my chest, which was shrinking too.
I tried to call out to Sarah, but my voice came out high-pitched, then childlike, and finally a baby's wail.
My skin was smooth, my limbs shortened and compressed.
I was drowning in a pile of adult clothing.
The transformation was accelerating now.
I went from teenager to child to infant to newborn in just a few seconds.
And then, with a final shudder, I vanished completely.
Sarah rushed into the room, alerted by my cries from beneath the pile of clothes.
"Oh my God," she gasped, lifting me out and cradling my tiny newborn body against her chest.
"Mama," I tried to say, but it came out as a weak whimper.
The room spun around me as she carried me, my head wobbling on its neck without any control.
She placed me on the changing table and wrapped a soft blanket around me, her hands impossibly large compared to my tiny newborn body.
I struggled against the confining fabric, but my limbs wouldn't cooperate.
Through blurry eyes, I watched as she pulled out her phone and dialed 911, her voice shaking as she reported finding a mysterious baby in our home.
I tried to signal to her, to tell her it was me, but it was too late.
"Sarah, it's me," I tried to convey with my eyes, but she was too focused on the call.
"Please, hurry," she pleaded into the phone, her voice laced with desperation.
As she hung up, she looked down at me, whispering, "Who are you, little one?"
I felt a strange pressure building in my lower abdomen, a sensation I had never experienced before.
It was as if my muscles were contracting on their own, without any control from me.
I tried to relax, but it only seemed to get worse.
The pressure grew more intense, and I felt a warm wetness spreading beneath me.
I was mortified by the loss of control over my own body.
I attempted to signal to Sarah with my eyes, but my face scrunched up against my will.
My chest tightened, and I felt an overwhelming urge to release the pent-up emotions inside me.
A piercing cry erupted from my tiny lungs, echoing through the room as the reality of my new existence settled in.
I felt Sarah's hands lifting me, her touch both familiar and foreign against my newborn skin.
She gently placed me on the changing table, the cold and firm pad a shock to my sensitive back.
As she unwrapped the blanket, I tensed my muscles involuntarily, exposing my tiny body to the cool air.
The pressure in my bladder released, and I couldn't stop it, even knowing what was happening.
Hot tears welled up in my eyes as Sarah cooed reassuringly, reaching for wipes and a fresh diaper.
I kicked my legs weakly, still struggling to coordinate these unfamiliar limbs.
The warmth of her hands spread across my skin as she cleaned me with the damp washcloth.
Each gentle touch ignited a firestorm of sensations, my hypersensitive nerves overwhelmed by even the slightest contact.
I tried to focus on Sarah's face above me, but my newborn eyes couldn't track her movements clearly.
Every blink brought momentary darkness, making it impossible to maintain a clear image of her.
The rough texture of the washcloth against my delicate skin sent shivers through my tiny body, and I squirmed despite my best efforts to lie still.
My legs kicked out reflexively as she lifted them to slide the clean diaper underneath.
The familiar sound of Sarah's humming reached my ears, and I recognized the melody - our wedding song.
The realization hit me with a clarity that transcended my infant state: I was trapped in this tiny body, and she had no idea who I truly was.