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From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern)
Subject: {ASSM} Hush, Little Baby! by Vickie Tern,  New TG, femdom,
Date: Fri,  1 Aug 2003 21:10:03 -0400
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In my story "Adultery" there's a reference to making men into babies.  A reader
asked me if I'd ever written a complete story dealing with that situation.  I
hadn't.  Now I have.  

The people in this story are all professionals who do these things for a
living, and do nothing but these things.  So don't try any of them in your own
home.



                                Hush, Little Baby!
                                 by Vickie Tern


                   "Hush, little baby, don't say a word!      
                    Momma's gonna buy you a mocking bird."
                    And if that mocking bird won't sing,
                    Momma's gonna buy you a diamond ring.
                                  -- traditional lullaby

Oh, sweetie, don't feel sad for me.  I just can't ever get pregnant, and that's
a fact and that's all there is to it!  We'll just never be able to have a baby
we've both made together, not the usual way, that's all.  Ruthie says so, so
that's that!  She's my oldest friend, she'd never tell me what isn't so.  She
knows how I'd love to have a baby of my own, we used to play with dolls
together when we were little, and now she runs that whole fertility clinic, her
whole life dedicated to helping other women have babies?  She actually chose
that career even over marriage, it's inspiring!  So she knows, and she's sure. 
She says my ovaries don't make eggs.  Not even after all the super-heavy-duty
hormones she's been prescribing me for months to force it -- they just don't. 
And that's that.

So no, honey, it isn't you.  No way.  Ruthie tells me your sperm production is
excellent.  She's collected lots from you by now, for testing, originally for
testing, remember?  Now she has millions and millions of those little things of
yours in those tubes and beakers of hers.  That's why she wanted you to keep
coming back all these months, to donate more.  She thought you were falling in
love with those paper cups she gave you to squirt into each time.  But I'm sure
she was joking.  

Your sperm are all remarkably vigorous she says.  They'd be chasing each
other's tails all day long even now except that now they're all frozen, in
suspended animation.  When they next wake up and become active and potent
again, "motile" she calls it, they'll find themselves already inside some
woman's warm, dark, slippery vagina, and they won't know why exactly but
they'll all feel this yearning, this terrible urge to push deeper into her, and
they'll feel competitive like guys do to get to her center, the core of her
femininity, to drive for dear life all-out all the way to her womb.  One
incredibly lucky sperm will do it, find her ovum-of-the-month and penetrate it.
 She'll let him in.  And then bliss, he'll feel marvelous for a moment.  But
then helpless, unable to stop her from doing whatever she wants to do next. 
Goodbye to his spermhood.  That ovum will surround him and dissolve him and
cell by cell she'll transform him into a baby.  That's what he'll be when she's
finished with him.  A baby.

That's what women want and that's what they do.  We all know how, it's natural,
a kind of gut instinct.  And deep down that's what men crave.  It's very basic,
Ruthie says.  That's how the species survives.

You should feel pleased, Larry, because she thinks you're an ideal candidate
for just that.  You're a perfect biological father, a perfect sperm source for
making babies, for making women into mothers.  I mean, look at you, high IQ, no
hereditary diseases, a gentle temperament, a cute physique, and a face that's
almost pretty.  Half of your sperms would make boys, of course, but Ruthie says
she filters them out so the mothers will conceive only girls.  That's what the
clinic specializes in. girl babies for single women who don't want to live with
men, they've had enough of that, nor with little boys either, just live with
girls, by themselves or with others.  

There're special cases at the clinic too, of course.  For example, Ruthie took
me as her patient even though I'm married, because we go back such a long way. 
And there are always mothers who want baby boys to raise as if they were girls.
 For different reasons.  Maybe they're from bad marriages and want to get even
with their ex.  Or maybe they don't relate well to little girls -- I don't
blame them, we can get pretty snippy, I was just awful when I was little,
stubborn, determined to have my way no matter what!  Still am, sometimes.  Or
maybe they're feminists who want to reconstruct their very own male into
someone who can't ever become a sexist pig, who always knows women are
superior, I can understand that desire.  For these Ruthie'll use male sperm,
but she'll wash the foetus in hormones.  Then when the baby'll gets old enough
to know what he wants, he'll want to be a girl.  Then the Mommy can raise him
as a girl, no problem, and he'll appreciate her all the more.

Anyhow, that's how she'll use your sperm.  For women who want babies but don't
want to be troubled by the baby's father, not even by the biological father. 
Who want girl babies or boys who are wannabe girl babies.  There are lots of
such women.  In fact Ruthie never did understand why I wanted to marry a man. 
As she says men are only good for one thing and you can collect that in a
beaker.  She really and truly believes that.  

Anyhow, I can't get pregnant and it's all my fault.  So we started talking
about alternatives, how to solve the problem.  Hire a surrogate mother, adopt a
baby, you know, we've talked about those options with each other, over and
over.  But it's been just us for so long now that it's hard to imagine a time
when it wasn't just us.  I think any baby we had would have to be just us too,
the way natural-born babies are.

So in the end Ruthie called in Bethanne.  You remember Bethanne, the doctor who
looked you over top to toe the last time we were there?  She and Ruthie live
together.  They're partners in the clinic, Bethanne's the head of their
Surgical Alternatives program.  We talked for a long time.  Bethanne doesn't
want babies herself, no more than Ruthie does, but she understands how most
women are hard-wired by evolution to want to be mothers, how they can't help
themselves.  That's why they founded the clinic, to help them.

The upshot was, Bethanne told me how we can have a baby after all, just the two
of us, if we're both willing.  Even if one of us isn't willing but the other's
willing to make extra efforts.  What it comes to is this.  If we can't have a
baby, then you'll be my baby.  We'll reduce you to infancy and then let you
grow up all over again.  Not your body of course, that's all grown already, but
your mind and your capabilities, they're more malleable.  I'll baby you and
you'll love it.  

Isn't that the sweetest idea?  The clinic has a staff specially trained to
help.  They're due to arrive any minute now.  I see you've finished drinking
that nice warm milk I brought you.  Didn't it make you nice and sleepy?  Well,
just lie down here and dream pretty dreams, and when you wake up you'll feel so
much different about me and yourself and everybody.  No problems!  The whole
world will seem so different.  Nicer.  Yes, my sweet baby, that's it, just
close your ....

****

Awww, is oo wet again?  Well don't cry darling, I'll just change you again.  I
know, I know, it must be so strange, once you were a big strong mans and now
here you are lying here on your back and kicking your arms and legs and not
quite able to make them work.  It's so cute!  But be patient, we all have to go
through this stage.  You did it once before  and now you're doing it again, and
this time it'll be so much easier, because you know so more about it. 
Everything's speeded up with this treatment Dr. Bethanne has worked out, but
still, we won't let you grow any older until it's clear that you've accepted
what we want you to be, that this is how it is and this is how it will be and
that's that.  A month or two maybe, longer if you're stubborn about it.  No,
that sweet tongue of yours doesn't work quite right now either, does it. 
Because babies can't talk, they can only cry to make their wants known.  That's
a terrible pity, because I miss it.  Not the talking, I miss where you used to
put your tongue sometimes when you kissed me in my private places.  

Well, rest, rest, sweetheart.  It's time for me to give you my breast now, just
suck on it, that's what helps my milk come in Dr. Ruthie says.  Yes, oh you
sweetie, my pet, yes, I love you more than ever!  

****

Milky mum, powdery bum, tum-tum.  My sweetheart!  Baby Laurie can't talk, baby
Laurie can't walk, no not yet, but don't you fret, you're still your Mommy's
precious pet.  Oh, lovely!  I know every little thing you'd say if you could
talk, lovely little Laurie.  It won't do you any good to cry this month, your
speech centers have been paralyzed to give your vocal cords a chance to heal,
and also to keep you out of trouble if you want to shout, or if by some
incredible effort you got to a phone.  But you can smile, can't you, yes, you
have a lovely smile darling.  Dr. Bethanne tells me you'll smile now whenever I
smile at you first, and also whenever nice thoughts about me cross your
precious little mind, especially obedient thoughts, because that's how you're
now programmed.  Then when I smile back you'll feel especially good way deep
down inside you, that's called contingent reinforcement.  That's what Dr.
Bethanne's has been teaching you with her hypnotisms and her medicines, helping
you learn, so you'll try to please me a lot, so I'll smile back at you a lot,
so you'll feel just wonderful inside.  There's a good baby!

It's a little like love, isn't it?  Maybe it is love?  Anyhow, when it gets
apparent that you're sincere and can't really help but want to please me then
she'll stop giving you those injections.  You'll still need the other
injections of course.  That's it, that's it sweet Laurie, oh what a happy
smile, oh, yes, how precious, oh my, I do love you so!  Again, lovely?

****

Such funny sounds you're making now, my beautiful baby.  Gurgles mostly, but
soon you'll be able to say "Momma!"  Can you say it now, maybe?  Momma!  Momma!
 No?  Well sweetheart, soon.  I'll do miss talking with you sometimes.  I miss
that other thing too, it's been over a month.  It's still working fine though I
see.  Oh, sweetie, yes, just look at what happens to it when I put my hand on
it, it gets stiff just the same as always!   Just thinking about it, sometimes,
I wonder whether ... wait just a moment until I can climb into your crib, I
want to mount you.  

There, now!  Oh, yes, now!  Ride a cock horse, to Banbury Cross, to see a fine
lady upon a white horse.  Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, she shall
have music wherever she goes...!  Oh, I'm going!  Music, flowing!  Coming! 
Bouncy bouncy!  Ohhhh!  Ahhh, Ahhh, Ahhhhhhhhh!  

****

Sweet, sweet sweetums, just wait -- I want to get this soiled diaper off you
and into the diaper pail -- there, and now to oil and powder your cute bottom,
mmmmm, isn't that nice?  Now as soon as I get this nice new dry diaper fastened
snug around your middle I'll go get you a fresh bottle of milk to help fill
your tummy some more. I know you're hungry but you'll just have to wait only a
little bit longer, the doctor wants you to lose a little bit more weight before
she lets you have solid food.  Only another week.  It's been three months now
that I've been breast feeding you, and I know you love it, my milk!  So surely
you can wait another week for other things to munch on.

Oh, you saw!  I see you're looking down there now with those big, wide, staring
eyes of yours.  Yes, it's gone.  You look so much neater down below now, and
you're so much easier to keep clean!  No more flippy-floppy dingle-dangle
hanging there attached to you any more.  It was in the oddest place, anyhow,
between your legs, where surely it was in your way all the time.  Instead, Dr,
Bethanne gave you the cutest cunny, neat as a button, and right where it'll
always be when you want it.  That's because you're a girl now, love.  Ruthie's
clinic only makes girls, I told you that already!  I'll miss it too, but we
can't have everything, and you'll find there are compensations.  

Now as soon as you're finished healing we can start your toilet training, and
soon, no more diapers!  You'll be able to wear pretty girly panties -- I have a
whole stack in your drawer waiting for you!  And then you'll be able to run and
play too, and re-learn your motor skills.  That'll be your reward, once you're
cleaned up, and once we know for sure that you like your life and never want to
make me unhappy about anything.

****

Happy Birthday, Laurie sweetheart!  Your first birthday as your new self!  And
just look at the pretty party dress I have for you!  No, not now, I know you
want me to think you're the prettiest little angel in all the heavens, I know
you want me to smile at you so you'll feel all nice inside, but wait till I've
finished explaining.  First I want you to take a bubble bath with your Littlest
Mermaid bath oil, it smells so flowery, and be sure to powder yourself.  Then
when you're all clean and lovely you can put on a pair of new undies and an
underslip.  And then this dress, and when everything is snapped and buttoned in
place and your hair is brushed fifty times I'll tie a ribbon in your hair into
a big bow, and then watch you dance with delight in front of the mirror, the
dance I taught you to do whenever I give you something new to wear.  I love
that little jig with the big smile!  My heart just bursts with joy, and I'm
sure yours does too.

And here's more exciting news!  This is your special day, so today I'll let you
wear my grown up makeup along with your new dress.  Yes, sweetheart, I want you
to look your prettiest.  I've arranged a party for you, with a cake with
candles to blow out and ice cream and everything, and two other little girls
are coming who are just about your age, girls just like you, they'll be coming
direct from the clinic with their Mommies.  And Aunt Julia, she's the volunteer
auntie from the clinic who teaches new girls proper behavior, she wants to come
help you celebrate too.  I know, she's spanked you quite a few times by now,
but you did deserve it every time, I'm sure, and she always meant well, it was
for your own good.  And it worked -- they tell me that lately you haven't been
the least bit naughty.  Maybe even Dr. Ruthie or Dr. Bethanne may drop by,
isn't that exciting?  

Now, most special of all, I'm going to give you a pill so for the first time
since you became my darling baby you'll be able to speak to me.  Mainly so you
can speak with your little friends -- they've already learned to stop feeling
sorry for themselves, and are eager now to try to make their Mommies smile.  So
they've gotten further into their second childhoods than you -- as their reward
they've both been allowed to talk, it's been for a few weeks now.  Of course it
takes time for a disabled speech center in the brain to come back, so they're
still lisping, and they still lapse back into baby talk and babble if they
don't concentrate and try real hard to say each word.  You will too at first. 
But it's a beginning.  If you do nothing to make me ashamed, like act as if you
weren't always a girl or talk back to me, then before long I'll give you your
second pill and you'll be able to talk just like any other little girl your
age.  

Now then, I want you to be on your best behavior and make me proud!

****

I'm furious with you!  What did you think 911 would do when you phoned and told
them that your Mommy was making you into a little girl and you wanted them to
make her stop?  Of course, send over a policewoman as a precaution just to find
out just what was really happening!  So I had to scurry you down to the cellar
and then stand there and chat with her about childrearing until we both agreed
that the only thing harder to do than raise a young girl was raise a young boy,
that's what she's doing singlehandedly, poor woman.  And all this in the middle
of my favorite television show!

Try that one more time young lady and I'll revoke your walking and talking
privileges and it'll be back to your crib to learn everything all over again,
and this time properly, so it lasts! 

****

Honey, your room is a mess, a disaster area!  I didn't let you buy your own
cosmetics so they'd be left all over the place half-open!  And what do I see? 
Your face powder has spilled into your blouse drawer, and that new shade of
nail polish you were so eager to have, Rose Dawn, you said Seventeen Magazine
said everyone's wearing it, you left the bottle open and it's already hardened,
you're fortunate it didn't spill first!  You're barely a teen, anyhow, why are
you reading magazines that are too old for you?   Dr. Bethanne says you mature
around six years for every year you've actually spent as a girl, and it's been
only a little more than two years, so you're not even thirteen by that
accounting!  And when was the last time you picked up your clothes and put the
ones that need laundering in the hamper?  I go out for a quiet evening with my
friend Ralph, a drink and then a stop at his place afterward for a few hours or
so and I tell you I want to see everything neat and orderly by the time I get
back and when I get back what do I find you've done?  Nothing!  You are
grounded for a week, Miss!

****

Ah, Laura, before you go out, is it with Timmy again?, I've been meaning to
tell you.  Your boobies are coming on nicely, right on schedule, the way Dr.
Bethanne said they would -- and you're behaving these days like a little
princess.  I'm really pleased.  But honey, I think it's time we bought you a
real bra.  Not just another "training" bra -- you're already a "B" cup I'm
pretty sure, maybe already bigger.  Of course all bras inhibit the boys you're
seeing, slow them down I suppose when they try to paw you.  But that's part of
it -- you don't want to get the reputation of being too easy.  If you like
we'll get you some lacy black little nothings that I guarantee will drive them
crazy when you take off your blouse to ... well, you know.  The kind I wore
when you were Larry, you remember?  It drove you crazy back then, you couldn't
take your hands off me!  

Why are you shaking your head -- you don't want to take off your blouse in
front of boys?  It isn't right?  Well, look who you are, Miss Prim!   No, I
suppose it does seem immodest to be that frank about wanting a boy to caress
you in sensitive places.  But can't you at least find a boyfriend or two who
knows how to slip his hands into your blouse and onto your boobs without
ripping the buttons off?  I mean it!  My sewing basket is filled with your
blouses by now!

Oh yes, listen, easy reputation or not, you should be thinking about which of
the boys you know you want to give the gift of your virginity.  You're plenty
old enough.  At our last Mommy's meeting I learned that quite a few of the
girls in your age group are already sexually active.  And no girl should ever
reach sweet sixteen with her hymen still intact -- it implies there's something
wrong with her.  Yes, you have one, Dr. Bethanne saw to it when she made your
cock into a pussy, "our girls have every advantage" is what she said.  As if
she hadn't lost hers to a candle when she was eleven, where was the advantage
in that?  She still thinks candles make better lovers than men.  I've offered
to lend her Mike the next time his truck's scheduled for a delivery in town,
Mike's cock could easily prove her wrong.  Even Ralph's.  But she won't hear of
it. 

And honey, listen, there's something else.  Ruthie warned me once that no
matter how rigorously you've been conditioned to femininity, and you've now had
the best the clinic provides, some corner of your mind probably still thinks
you're a husband who was forcibly turned into an infantile male eunuch by his
wife and then trained to be a feminized adult male eunuch, that you're not at
all a baby girl who's become a woman.  She says you'll think that until you've
been laid repeatedly.  "It takes hard fucking to make a woman glad she's a
woman," she says.  "With a dildo or a cock doen't matter, it's the pleasure
that matters.  That's what's habit forming.  Even then she'll think it, but she
won't care any more."  That's what she said.  She said I should get you started
with one of my own dildos if you can't seduce a suitable boyfriend.

No, sweetie, don't blush.  We all have that crease down there between our legs
for a reason.  It's time you found out why.  I want my little girl to have all
the advantages.  To be truly happy!

****

That was a nice party.  All those little girls gathered in one place, and so
many of them half-sisters, all fathered by the same sperm donor -- now that's
an accomplishment Larry would have been proud of if he'd lived.  They looked so
cute, tumbling and playing together while we mothers were having tea and
chatting and everything.  You know something, I couldn't tell the little boys
who think they're girls from the real girls, could you?  I simply can't tell
them apart.  I suppose inside their panties anyone can see the difference.  But
only the littlest little girls ever show off their panties, they lift up their
dresses for fun because they don't know any better.  When they grow up they'll
know better why girls lift their dresses, for what kind of fun.  You know
better now, don't you.

I guess it's true, though, some women prefer boy babies who've been made into
girls to natural girl babies.  I asked that Martha Reddick, Lisa's mother, why
she wanted Lisa to be born a boy and not a regular girl baby, and she laughed
and said something about getting back at her former husband that way.  When he
ran off apparently he left some of his sperm behind, inside her.  The clinic
was able to harvest it and impregnate her and then treat it with hormones so
her baby would come out transsexual.  So Lisa isn't your son, he's her
ex-husband's.  Lisa doesn't know it yet of course, not at all, but Martha's ex
sure does.   Martha sends him pictures of Lisa every birthday so he can follow
out how his son's doing.  

Don't get me wrong, she loves Lisa dearly and buys him all sorts of frilly
things to wear, did you see that party dress, and the cute lipstick she had on
him?  And he's not even six!  And Lisa seems happy enough -- all those Barbies
he brought to the party to play with, and he's so cute, he says that's what he
wants to be when he grows up, all of the Barbies at once!  That's so dear!  So
I suppose it's all right.  His mother says what she wanted originally was to do
to her husband exactly what I did to you, make him a baby and then raise him up
to be a girl.  She'd begun setting it up when he heard about it, and in fact
that was why he left her, the same day he heard.

It was really good of you older girls to volunteer to watch the little ones
while we women socialized.  You know, I don't think Nancy, Janice's daughter --
she's exactly your age, you were talking to her some of the time -- I don't
think Nancy turned out at all as nice as you did.  Talk about truculent teens,
she hardly ever says a word to anyone!  I don't know what you two ever find to
talk about.  Janice says if Nancy doesn't make herself more popular with boys
soon she's going to do it forcibly, maybe get her raped and then put her out on
the street to earn her own keep.  She wants a proper teen daughter with a
proper sex life, like my daughter's.  What could I say?  I told her they're all
difficult, all teen girls, it's a difficult age.  

I can't say you have Nancy's problem though!  Boys calling you all the time?  I
told you to tell them only call you on that phone I put into your room, I don't
care if it is busy all the time, you have Call Waiting, talk less to your
girlfriends if you want to receive your boyfriends' phone calls.  Good heavens,
you see those girls all day in that Charm School I send you to anyhow, and then
you get home and straight way call them up and talk some more, all hours, way
into the night?  

And you've taken to staying out all hours too, come to think of it.  I asked
Barry whatsisname, that nice tall boy who's going to State next year on a
scholarship, I asked him what you two do when you're out half the night, and he
just smirked and said "What not?"  He said something about meeting up with
other guys and then getting you to "pull a train" with them.  I think was his
expression.  Is that some new dance?  I don't know what exactly, but it doesn't
sound respectable.  You aren't always careful about your reputation!

While we're on the subject, you don't do your home tasks properly either, young
lady.  Just this morning I got home from my overnight at Tom's place and found
last night's dinner dishes still haven't been cleared away, and you still
haven't put the laundry into the dryer.  I swear, I don't know why anyone ever
wants to have children, they're such trouble.  Do they ever listen to you?  And
are they ever grateful, do they ever say "Thank you, Mommy, for having me and
raising me and being so loving!"  Have you ever?  Of course not.  Not even
once.

****

Honey, I have wonderful news, just sit and listen.  No, this time not on that
dildo chair I gave you for your last birthday, you always squirm when you sit
there and it makes me nervous when I'm trying to talk to you, and this is
important.  It affects both of us.

I'm going to be a grandmother!  That's right, one of the babies the clinic grew
in a client's womb has been returned for adoption -- the Mommy found that
taking care of a baby was too much like taking care of her former boyfriend,
and that was just what she was trying to avoid.  So I told Ruthie we'd take
her, we'd love to have her, and that you'd take good care of her.  Don't say
no, she's your daughter as much as any baby is any man's -- she was conceived
with your sperm.  You're her biological father, and now you'll be her nurturing
mother too.  You owe her that much, it's a responsibility to bring a baby into
this world, you should know that by now.  You never complained about it during
all those sexy sessions you had with Dr. Bethanne's paper cups.  And besides,
the adoption papers are all signed.

So tomorrow you'll visit the clinic to get your first shot of the hormones
you'll need to bring in your milk.  Yes, those large breasts of yours will
finally be put to their proper uses.  Not that attracting guys isn't one of
their proper uses, but this does take priority, surely you'll grant that.  Are
you still seeing Timmy?  Barry?  Well, don't worry, now and then when your new
baby is finished feeding and has fallen asleep there'll be some left over for
whatever guy you're fucking these days, and I'm sure he'll get to love it as
much as the baby does.  You'll be able to nurse your little girl and your
current big boy both.  That's heaven, kind of.  You're so lucky.

Believe me honey, it's beautiful, being a mother.  You'll love it. I did.  I
miss those days already -- you grew up so quickly!  Like the song says,
"Sunrise, Sunset," it seems only yesterday that you were a darling infant I
held in my arms, and yet looking back now I see that it was a full three years
ago, just about, maybe more.  And now here you are a grown-up woman, about to
become a mother in your own right.  My!  And that makes me the baby's
grandmother!

They do say that being a grandmother is even more wonderful than being a
mother, because then you can have all the fun of playing with the baby and none
of the responsibility.  She'll be your baby, Laura, you'll be taking care of
her the whole time she's growing up, and that'll be years and years.  You'll go
through all the diaper changing and the problems of trying to raise a teenager,
not me.  Though eventually you'll get to be a grandmother too, that can be your
consolation.  

You've made me so proud, honey!  I must say, all in all you've turned out way
better than I'd hoped, certainly better than I expected.  And now you're about
to become a mother too.  The wonder of it!  But then, that's the circle of
life.

You know, I've been thinking, when you're safely settled in with your own baby
I just might get married again.  I liked being married to you, and I'm not too
old to start over.  Have another baby, maybe?  Ruthie says now that she might
have been wrong, that maybe I can produce ovums after all -- she just didn't
like seeing me married to you, she said, a man, though she likes your sperms
well-enough.  But she sees now that I'm stubborn as ever, I still prefer sex
with men more than with women, and sex with men is still the most fun way to
make babies, and husbands are still the most convenient form men come in.  So
now she says she'll take another look.  

But even if she was right the first time, and I really can't produce viable
ovums, well, there he'd be, a husband at home for me to baby.  Husbands love to
be babied.  Didn't you?  So what have I got to lose?  



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