This choice: A month since you were born • Go Back...Chapter #8A month since you were born by: Unknown ...A month since you were born." she says adoringly to you. A month! You begin to wail at the top your lungs, your only a month old in this reality. No wonder you felt so weak, barely able to move to sit up in your crib, had no teeth and were being breastfed. You wouldn't be able to even move independently for months, let alone find away back to your world. You're going to have to endure being carried everywhere, breastfeedings, nappy changes and the sheer humiliation of it all.
"Awwww, there's a good girl, stop crying, shhh, John get in here please, shhh." your mother pleaded. A moment passes and then your dad walks in. "Hey what's wrong with daddy's little princess eh." he says lifting you off your mother. He gently spins you round while rocking you in his arms. This does nothing to stop you, your babyish tantrum in full swing. Your mother hands him a pacifier which he plops in your mouth, of course it's pink but it does seem to sooth you, and you quickly calm down. "She's just tired is all, I'll put her back to bed."
Your carried back upstairs by your dad who pulls your dress of you, which goes someway too cheering you up. However he shoves his finger down your nappy and goes "Uh-oh, my little girl had accident!" his babyish tone and constant reference to you being a girl makes you tear up again, "oh don't worry I'll change you" he says as he quickly pulls your nappy off. He's not as gentle as your mother and pushes hard with his wipe hurting you gentleman parts. But then again you ate supposed to be a girl.
He puts you in another nappy and then goes to the wardrobe. He comes back with a big yellow onesie, and puts it on, a task much harder than the dress because of it's arms and legs. Your arms and legs suddenly feel like dead weights, probably part of the baby weakness which has been kicking in, so your dad has too force them in. Finally you are put down in the crib, your dad pulls a blanket over you and leaves, turning the light off. As you lay there you realise you have an itch on your crotch but when you try to scratch it your arm falls back limply smacking you in your binky filled mouth. Oh no, you've lost motor control! You really are a big baby! You try and fail to move into a comfortable position but do eventually fall asleep...  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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