Miranda, Female, 24 (current), newborn (age play)

	- Narrator, daughter of Angela and Dan

	- 5'7, beige skin, 125lbs, downy buzzed dark red-brown hair 

Dr. Martin Green (Daddy), Male, late-40s

	- Sex therapist, husband of Auburn

	- 5'8, ruddy beige skin, 150lbs, short brown hair with grey streaks

Dr. Auburn Green (Mommy), Female, late-40s

	- Psychologist, wife of Martin

	- 5'10, light-olive skin, 140lbs, shoulder-length auburn hair

I can't emphasize enough how much forethought and planning went into what came next. Martin and Auburn had, as I would find out over the next few weeks, carefully plotted out the scenario we were about to live. Every detail, it seemed, was honed to create the right emotions, the right responses.

In the final hours on Sunday, Auburn ushered me into the bathroom. She had a final preparation for me. She buzzed my long, beautiful reddish-brown hair down to a fine downy stubble. I admit it was somewhat traumatic to see it removed so easily and so quickly. In the mirror, I could see how it changed my entire appearance. I'd never had short hair, let alone being close to bald.

Auburn also gave me a complete waxing, removing all the hairs from my pussy and ass, from my buttocks, arms, and legs, and in my pits. She even did her best to clear away the small, nearly invisible hairs on my upper lip. It took hours to complete.

The intent was clear. They were serious about me being their newborn. They could do nothing about my height or the way my body looked otherwise mature, but the hair left parts of me appearing more youthful, and that was what their careful scripting demanded.

I was put to bed alone for the first time in weeks. They assured me it would not last, but it was emphasized that it was important to what came next. Auburn told me that when I woke the next morning, I would be a new person, and that it was important that I act the role from the first moment. I promised her I would do my best.

I slept fitfully, to be honest. Nerves made it hard to do more than doze. I had worries, as anyone would. Was I really going to turn my life over to Martin and Auburn completely? Would I really play the part of their baby? No agency for myself?

Would I really use a diaper the way it was intended?

What doubts I'd had to that point threatened to keep me from going through with it.

But I did find sleep eventually, and I woke at some point to the sound of a door closing. I listened carefully, noticing after a few seconds that the room was unusually dark. No light crept in under the door, no muted light from the window. It was pitch black.

I felt someone slide onto the bed. My instinct was to ask who had joined me, to reach out with my hands to feel them. But I recalled Auburn's request from the night before. I must act the part from the first moment. I stopped myself from moving or speaking and stayed still.

The person stepped over my body and I felt heat push down on my forehead. I smelled her then. Auburn. Her pussy was clean but still aromatic. Fragrant as only a woman's pussy can be. Her legs pushed out to my sides, and then I heard her cry out, "Aaaaaaahhh" Auburn sounded like she was in pain. "Oooooowwww, God!"

I almost reacted to her pain, but Martin's words stopped me. "She's coming, Dear! I can see our daughter coming out!" The dimmable overhead light began to grow warm and show features in the room.

I felt Auburn push down on me. I caught on. Our new lives started with my birth. I began to play the part, and I readied for my opportunity to act. The light in the room brightened.

Fingers grasped my feet and lightly tugged on me.

"Aaaaaaaahhh!" Auburn cried, breathing heavily.

"Push now, Dear," Martin told her.

"I am pushing!" Auburn yelled back, "Oooooowwww!"

"Here she comes! Her she comes!" The light grew even brighter.

A strong push down by Auburn smothered my face with her pussy, the scent of her intoxicating, her sweat and juices spread quickly all over my face. "Aaaaaaaaahhh!"

The light was blinding suddenly. My legs were jerked hard and I was spun over immediately, the sheet which had been over my body thrown aside. My turn had come to act.

"Nnn-aaa-gggnn-ooo-gggnn." I did my best gurgling, crying baby noise I could.

I heard Auburn start to cry. "Oh, Martin! Martin, she's beautiful!"

I cried again, gurgling, then added a pretty good, "wuuh-aaaaaaaa" to the mix, followed by another.

Auburn, I mean Mommy, had slid down the bed and I was pushed into her arms, my face against her breast. I could feel the wetness from the tears which were still falling from her eyes. "She's so beautiful," Auburn cried.

"What will we name her, Dear?" Martin, Daddy, asked her.

"Miranda," she said through the tears. "Miranda."

"Lovely. Hello little Miranda," Daddy told me. He crawled onto the bed next to me and together my Mommy and Daddy cradled me between them. Acting or no, the love I felt in that moment was simply awe-inspiring. I was overwhelmed. I cried a little, too, adding to the wetness on Mommy's breasts.

"I think she's hungry, Dear, would you like to feed her?"

Mommy's hands shifted my head and put my mouth over a nipple. I sucked hard, latching on, pretending I was drawing milk from her body. I suckled loudly, and then I felt sleepy. The warm bodies next to me made it hard to stay awake.

"She's sleepy, isn't she?" Mommy said. "We should put on her first diaper so she doesn't make a mess in the bed."

Daddy left us as I half-suckled, half-dozed, returning a short time later and gently moving me onto my back. I cried briefly, both from being disturbed and for losing access to Mommy's milk, but I was too tired to put up a real fight. I felt my body lifted from the waist, my legs held in the air. Something was placed under my butt. A diaper. Daddy pulled it up and spread my legs, carefully bringing it against my crotch and then fastening it up around my waist. It felt cool to the touch, but soft, as well. I wondered when I'd actually have the courage to use it.

Daddy got back into bed after finishing my diaper then turning off the lights, and I curled up on Mommy's breast again. Unlike the nervous anxiety which kept me up for hours in the night, a calm peace took me and sent me quickly into pleasant dreams.

- - -

The first test of things came sometime later. My bladder and bowels were straining. Mommy and Daddy were still in bed, asleep. I almost started to move off the bed but remembered just in time. "Ggnn-uhh-nn-aaaahhhh," I cried gently, then more insistently, "Uhhh-nn-aaaahaaahaaah!"

Mommy roused a bit and cradled my head, "What is it, Dear?" Daddy was still behind me, his body pressed against my backside.

I shifted my hips a bit then cried out again.

"Oh, I see," Mommy told me. "Her first movements. What a magical moment."

I wasn't as convinced it was magical. I was actually going to have to pee and poop in a diaper right next to them. I cried out again, stalling for time.

Mommy stroked my hair. If Daddy was awake, he didn't stir.

I got to a point where there was no turning back. Urine released on its own and I felt the wetness slide over my pussy and ass immediately. It was warm, and surprisingly, not unpleasant. I seemed to have pissed a gallon before it finally stopped. Everywhere the absorbent padding touched my body felt wet.

My bowels were straining for similar release.

"More to go dear?" Martin said quietly from behind me. "Don't be afraid..."

And so, I let go. I can honestly say it was one of the strangest moments of my life. Without much straining, my bowels emptied into the diaper, Daddy pressed right against where it was filling. The smell was intense and immediate. It took a great deal of willpower to not pinch my nose.

By the time I was finished, the diaper was full. Shit was surely spread all over my crotch and my buttocks. I felt rather uncomfortable. I'd enjoyed pissing as a sexual thing a few times with my parents and another lover, but never, ever had I even considered moving my bowels so close to my lovers. Certainly not into a diaper and certainly not knowing that I couldn't simply rush to the bathroom and thoroughly clean myself.

"I believe she has finished," Mommy said in a proud voice, "our baby's first pee and poopie."

"She sure filled it up, Dear," Daddy told her, patting the back of my diaper, "we should get her cleaned up."

How they were not gagging from the smell I couldn't understand. I was nearly gagging, and it was my own shit so it probably smelled somewhat less offensive to me than it should have to them. But neither retched or appeared to even notice the rank odors. Both Mommy and Daddy moved and I cried again, not too difficult to act since I really did want to get cleaned up quickly.

Daddy surprised me when he picked me up. I didn't know he was so strong, but he hefted me into his arms and carried me to the master bedroom where the room's appearance had changed somewhat. There was a new, oversized changing station set up on one wall. It hadn't been there the day before. I saw stacks of diapers and cloths and powder nearby. A crib big enough for an adult was pulled beside the bed. I was settled onto the changing station gently. The whole time, the mess in my diaper had been squishing against my crotch and buttocks. It felt gross.

Daddy held my legs up while Mommy took care of the diaper. She carefully opened it and peeled it back. The smell became even more intense. "Such a lovely poopie!" Mommy told me. "Such a good girl!"

Daddy chuckled, and despite the spreading shame I was feeling at that moment, there was something comforting in the fact that they seemed so happy about things. They weren't making fun of my filth or the smell or any of the thousand other things for which I felt some shame as Mommy removed the diaper. No, they were saying things like, "What a good job you did, Miranda!" and "We're so proud of you!" I admit, even though I knew we were all acting, there was something about the way they were presenting these rather challenging moments which spoke to me deeply. The longer this play went on, and it had only just started, the easier it was to feel comfortable giving into the role. I cried softly for them, cooing a bit at the end.

For several moments, Mommy carefully wiped my thighs and buttocks and genitals. I was glad she had removed all the hair from my privates. Towards the end, I actually began to enjoy the attention, ignoring the smell as best I could. I cooed louder and offered a simple pseudo-giggle. "Oh, she likes it when we clean her little fanny!" Mommy said. "She does have a cute little fanny!"

"That she does. And it's almost free of poo again!" Daddy laughed.

After I was wiped clean, Mommy washed me with soap and warm water. It made me feel funny, too. The real me was somewhat turned on. Sure, I'd just shit myself and let another person clean me up, but Mommy was deliberately touching me in places I liked to be touched, and my hips moving slightly were nothing I could control. "Oh, Martin, our girl is going to be an early bloomer. I can just tell," Mommy said, "just look how she responds to me tickling her so!"

"I see," Daddy said, "perhaps she might light to have you blow on it some."

"Good idea!"

Mommy put her head between my legs and I left myself get lost in the fantasy. She closed her lips over my Mons sucked in a moment, then blew out steadily, creating a flapping noise that made me giggle. And grow wet. She did it again. Again. I felt her tongue just above my clit and I strained. I tried to stay in character, but it was very hard. She flicked again, so close, so close, then I moaned, then remembered to coo instead. My hips moved on their own, I couldn't stop that.

When Mommy ran her tongue up and down my bald Mons, I bit my lip and groaned my pleasure. It was a surprise that I came. She never touched my pussy, never even flicked my clit. It was one of the strangest and yet most fulfilling orgasms I'd had in a long time. Whatever doubts had been inside me up til that moment disappeared as I flushed and dripped. Mommy laughed with delight. "Oh, my... Oh, sweet girl. I had never imagined you might do something like that. Oh, Martin. Our daughter is indeed going to be an early bloomer. Our little girl just orgasmed!"

I opened my eyes to see that Daddy's penis was hard and he was stroking it quickly. "Suck me, Dear..."

Mommy rushed from between my legs to take Daddy's penis in her mouth. It took only seconds for him to groan and I saw Mommy swallowing quickly, both of them moaning. I wished I could masturbate but my clit was left to throb alone.

Mommy wiped her lips with the back of her hand and said, "One day, little Miranda will be able to do that for you."

"I'll be a very lucky Daddy on that day. A very lucky Daddy. And I can't wait until your body is ready again for me to eat you again," he added, grinning at Mommy.

Mommy finished changing me, wiping me again then putting on a fresh diaper. "I should feed her," she said, and Daddy carried me into the living room where Mommy sat down and then I was placed in her arms, her nipple soon being pushed between my lips. Beside her, Mommy had a bottle full of something resembling breast milk. After I suckled for a while, she offered me the bottle, holding it for me as I latched on.

I pulled the fluid out and found it delicious and sweet. They'd made me some sort of milk drink. It tasted of vanilla and cream and malt. It was thicker than milk, perhaps a mix of some kind. It tasted great. I realized I'd be taking all my meals that way for some time. I hadn't thought that they wouldn't pause our play to let me eat. Still, the first one was delicious, and when I finished the bottle, Mommy offered me her breast and I suckled again.

Amazingly, Daddy still had to go into work that day. He left me snuggling with Mommy and got dressed, soon kissing her and then kissing my cheek. "See you later, Sweet Miranda. I love you."

I cried softly. It wasn't wholly an act. It did feel wrong that Daddy was leaving that day. That biggest of days. Mommy cradled me long after he left, then she sang to me. Silly little songs that a baby would probably enjoy. One after another she continued for an hour before she told me, "I need to do a few things now, Sweetie. I'm going to put you in your crib."

If it was a surprise when Daddy had picked me up, it was even more so when Mommy did. She didn't even seem to strain too much. She had her hands under my shoulders and knees, carefully taking me to the adult crib, settling me onto the mattress. I cooed a bit. "Won't be too long," she assured me.

She left me there and for the first time during our play I was left alone. It was very strange, to say the least. Usually, to kill time, I wrote or read or surfed the Internet. I watched movies. I masturbated. But I was now a newborn, incapable of those things. I could move around a bit, but that was all. I supposed I could masturbate a bit, if Mommy wasn't aware. That made me feel guilty, though, like I was cheating. I wanted to be their newborn completely. And so, other than sometimes moving my arms and legs a bit, I rested in the crib.

I could hear Mommy urinating and moving her bowels in the master bathroom nearby, then she flushed and the shower came on. It's odd to notice little details when you have nothing else to focus on. The way the trickling urine changes tone as the flow slows down. The way the splash of Mommy's stool was muted but not silent. How the water falling over Mommy's body in the shower sometimes fell in sheets to make a louder noise, and other times was barely a patter in my ears. I heard Mommy humming to herself and it made me smile.

Soon, Mommy dried and dressed, then bent down to tickle me. I cooed and giggled and moved my arms and legs a bit. She checked my diaper and found it unused, then patted my butt and promised she'd be back shortly. Mommy turned on some music, gentle sounds of tinkling piano and nature. It made me feel sleepy.

- - -

I'd fallen asleep in the crib. I listened a moment after waking, shifting myself a bit as I did. I needed to pee again. I could see Mommy asleep on the bed nearby. I cried softly, then louder, but she didn't stir. I let go and pissed into my diaper. "Ungggwaaa—waaa," I cried after I'd soaked myself. I could feel the pee spreading out slowly through the absorbent padding. "Waaa...gggnn..hnnn...waaaa."

Mommy stirred and stretched. She slipped on a lovely black and red kimono. "Good afternoon, sweet Miranda. Have a need of a change?"

I restlessly shuffled my legs, on my back, trying to ensure Mommy knew I'd peed myself.

She came over and opened my diaper, sniffing close to my crotch, "Oh, yes, you have wet yourself, I see. Well, Mommy knows how to take care of you." She slid me onto my back and tucked a thick towel under me, then removed the wet diaper. Mommy carefully cleared the urine from my privates and thighs with lavender-scented wipes, then dusted me with baby powder.

Something deep in my brain was beginning to react positively to all of this. I became more submissive, enjoying the way Mommy pampered me, the way she cleaned me and ensured I was comfortable. I'd never been one to relish having other people take care of me in any specific sense, but having given myself to my new role, I felt butterflies each time Mommy spent time seeing to my needs. I began to feel very loved.

And it was clear to me that Mommy loved what she did. The smile on her face, the way she hummed softly while she wiped pee from my bald pudendum, how she was so careful to clean under every fold. Mommy was really enjoying being my Mommy.

"That'll do you," she told me after putting on a fresh diaper. "Hungry, are you?"

I squirmed and cooed, reaching my hands out towards her.

"I think you are. Let's get you somewhere I can nurse you."

Again, Mommy's strength surprised me. She was able to cradle me and carry my squirming body into the living room where she laid me on my back, then told me she'd be right back. I stared at the ceiling, my stomach grumbling. Mommy returned and made me sit up, then sat down, letting my head rest in her lap. She parted her kimono and leaned forward, placing her nipple in my mouth. I suckled, contented, and let the moment play out without another thought.

I really loved those moments, sucking on Mommy's breasts. She hummed and I suckled, both of us enjoying our bonding. When I began to fidget a bit, Mommy replaced her tit with a fresh bottle of 'milk' which tasted sweet and delicious. I drank it all and felt full again.

Mommy rocked me and sang silly songs to me. I cooed and curled up against her.

- - -

She carried me to the tub in the afternoon to give me a bath after removing my unused diaper. This was the one part of our play where we had to break character for just a moment. Mommy might have dropped me trying to put me in the bath, so she sat me carefully on the side of the tub and I scooted myself in, sliding down in the warm water and returning to my role.

For the next half-an-hour, Mommy slowly washed every inch of my naked body and I loved every second of it. She was gentle, humming the whole time, smiling at me. I giggled and cooed. I loved it when Mommy washed my chest and between my legs. She lingered just long enough down there to make me purr but didn't do more than that. I should have felt disappointed, but I was enjoying Mommy's attention so much I didn't care that she didn't finish me off.

Fingers, toes, my ears and armpits and nose. She washed everywhere, even turning me onto my side so that she could wipe the washcloth through my buttocks before having me scoot back to the edge of the tub where she could dry me. I sighed, smiling, and couldn't stop myself from feeling the love Mommy showed me with every touch.

- - -

Daddy came home and he was very happy to see me. "There's my sweet girl!" He kissed Mommy then slid beside me on the couch, my head in his lap. Daddy leaned forward and kissed my cheek, smiling down at me. I loved Daddy's smile. I giggled. He stroked my head, the bare stubble there soft and tickling me as his fingers swept past. "Have you had a good day with Mommy?" he asked.

I giggled again, then cooed for him. Mommy was making dinner and I could smell rich meat frying in the kitchen. I felt my stomach growling. "Mommy, Dear," Daddy called out, "I believe little Miranda is hungry. Can you fetch me a bottle?"

"Right away," Mommy called back. She brought another bottle of her 'milk,' though this one was brownish rather than cream-colored. Daddy settled me on his lap and Mommy returned to the kitchen. I sucked on the bottle's nipple and drank my supper, the delicious chocolate and almond flavor so satisfying. Whatever Mommy and Daddy were feeding me was surprisingly filling. I yawned when I'd finished and Daddy shifted down a bit, letting my head rest on his chest while he cupped my head and shoulders.

"Dinner's ready, my love," Mommy told him as she came back in the room. She put a pacifier in my mouth and I sucked on it happily.

"Wonderful," Daddy told her.

"Would Daddy like a special treat before supper?" she asked with a grin. I giggled.

"Oh, very much so," Daddy replied.

Mommy knelt down between Daddy's legs. I heard the zipper on his slacks being pulled, then heard wet sucking noises. Daddy held me tighter against him and I watched his face closely. His eyes were closed, his mouth tightened and open slightly. He started breathing heavily. Daddy's hips rose and fell under me and I could feel the tension in his body rising. I wished I could touch myself, but remained in my young role.

Daddy groaned and said, "Yes, Dear... Yes... Swallow it."

I heard Mommy humming as Daddy's body tensed and relaxed then tensed again, his hips jumping. Mommy choked lightly, then hummed again. I knew Mommy was swallowing Daddy's hot load just below me.

Daddy's body relaxed and I heard the zipper being closed again. "Better, my love?" Mommy asked.

"So much better. Thank you, Dear. I cannot wait until I can return the favor. " He let out a sigh, then said, "I'll put little Miranda in her crib and join you for dinner."

- - -

I thought a lot about all that had happened over the past few hours. My life had completely changed. In some ways, it felt utterly surreal. And yet, a big part of me accepted this new reality and embraced it as the long-held, deeply-buried desire that it was.

It wasn't nearly as difficult to be idle as I feared. I'd expected to be bored. Restless. I knew this might all get old soon, but that day, as I slept on the bed next to Mommy and Daddy, I'd already spent many hours doing nothing more than laying on my back or side and letting my mind relax. The more I did so, the deeper I slid into being the newborn my new parents loved so much. I sucked my thumb for a moment, my diaper clean and freshly wrapped around me, and smiled to myself as I thought about how lucky I was to be Mommy and Daddy's baby again the next day.