Magic Trishes Daycare/Nursery

 

Luke walked out of the Lab, feeling refreshed, like he was a newer man. Around him, people filed out, heading towards the main doors to the building. He started to follow the crowd, passing playrooms and several hallways. The walls were painted a nice modern gray, giving him a feeling for the modern building around him. He kept walking and past a hallway decorated with doors. Above the hallway entrance, hung a sign, decorated with colorful, childish designs. This section of the Lab was a sort of a daycare area, for people who wished to leave their children, so they can go work or to just pay them for the day. He decided to turn and walked into the hallway. He slowly strolled past several doors and stopped in front of the room marked Infants. He peered inside, taking in the room. Surprisingly, no one was inside, unlike the other rooms he past on the way. Inside, the room was light blue with pictures of yellow flowers. Near one wall of the room, a row of white colored infant cradles stood, their small canopies waiting to help the next inhabitant; these particular cradles had a small set of bars on each side to protect the infant and keep it from falling out. On the other wall, a changing table stood, a stack of diapers with different prints on them on top. Other necessities including baby wipes and diaper powder were also on the table. Next to the table a wooden white trashcan stood by. In the center of the room laid an white carpet with pink flowers sprawled over. He looked into the corner and spotted a mobile clothes rack, with miscellaneous baby dresses and onesies in different sizes.

    Luke had the urge to enter, to put a diaper on. Of course they wouldn't fit them, nothing would fit him. And due to his fetish he had, the one that makes teenagers and adults want to dress and act like babies, he could only imagine in his mind. He started walking away and past a room labeled Toddlers. He kept going but then stopped and immediately walked to the window. Like the last room, this one was empty. He turned to the opposite side of the hallway and looked at the wall. At even spaces apart, there were about three sets of double doors that appeared to lead into a large play room. Inside it, small children ran and toddlers toddled, playing with an assortment of toys. He turned back towards the room. It felt like something was drawing him in. Relenting, he slowly walked towards the room. He then peered inside, taking in the decoration. Like the Infants room, the walls were painted light blue with pictures of yellow flowers on one side of the room, a row of cribs stood, these much larger then the cradles in the other room. On another side of the room, a white changing table towered, with talcum powder and an container on top. An assortment of baby diapers laid stacked neatly in a pile on top. He slowly touched the handle which surprisingly turned when he tried to. He pulled the door open and walked in slowly. The room smelled faint of talcum powder and the plasticky material diapers were made of. He looked around the room, eying in the sight. He looked over at the changing table and frowned. Something seemed off, as the diapers looked like they were much bigger then for toddlers. They looked like teen sized diapers. He turned back, something catching his eye in his peripheral vison. He walked over to object and looked it over. On the changing table, sat one pacifier on a laid out paper towel. It was pink with purple stripes and appeared too large for that of a toddler. He picked it up and examined it. Suddenly, a wave of sensation went through his head and then his hand started moving the pacifier towards his mouth. He popped it in and began to suck on it. It felt reassuring to Luke, and he kept on sucking. He suddenly felt tired and yawned loudly. Slowly he grew calmer and more tired and his legs sagged. He then fell onto a large bear stuffed animal, and slowly drifted off into sleep.

    Luke awoke to the feeling of something warm and wet. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around. In front of him, wooden bars towered, surrounding him. "Am I in a Crib?, " he thought. His gaze changed to the room that surrounded him. It appeared to be the same room he remembered being in right before he fell asleep. Something felt really off, besides being in a crib. The world around him seemed unproportionate and larger the how he remembered. He then felt the same warm and wet feeling that woke him up. He looked down to the source of the feeling. He appeared to be wearing a pink pajama shirt with flowers on it. Below that, purple pajama pants were around his waist, with a sizeable bulge underneath. His legs were chubby, with loads of baby fat. He looked down at his feet which were cover with a pair of pink socks. From what he could tell, they were chubby with stubby toes. He started to cry slowly, only imagining his reality getting worse. He then moved a chubby arm and hand with stubby fingers down to his waist. He spotted something white poking out of the top. He was pretty sure he knew what it was be he had to be sure for himself. He slowly grabbed ahold of his pants and pushed them down. Underneath, a thick diaper with small images of Dora the Explorer underneath appeared from under the pant's cloth. He started to wail loudly. He then saw a woman, who he didn't notice before get up from a chair and walked over.

    "Somebody's cranky, " she said. She was gorgeous, with thick locks of blonde hair that spilled onto a pretty, young face. She picked him up from inside the crib and held him in front of a mirror. In the reflection, a toddler appeared, held in the arms of a woman identical to the one that held Luke. The toddler looked about the age of one and appeared to be an girl. She had blonde hair, identical to Luke's original hair color, tied into pig tails. She wore a pink shirt with yellow flowers, identical to Luke's. Where the pants would be, except that Luke had pulled them down, a thick diaper with images of Dora the Explorer printed on, was wrapped around his bottom and waste. He started to cry, his voice high-pitched like the actual baby he was, and fully aware of the situation.

    "There there, calm down, " the woman reassured him. She popped a pink baby pacifier into his mouth and he immediately reassured. She then felt grabbed the bottom of his diaper and squeezed lightly, checking to see if it was used.

    "Someone made a pee pee, " she said. "Who made a pee pee?" she asked him.

    "I dwid, "he responded in his new lispy, high-pitched baby girl voice through the pacifier. He immediately covered his pacified mouth , trying to retain some control over himself.

The woman brought him over to the changing table and placed him down. She spread-out his legs and untapped his diaper. She pulled it off and side stepped onto an peddle for a trashcan near the changing table. She threw the soaked diaper in and stepped off. She the took baby wipes and started cleaning the moisture around. Luke looked down and saw a an empty space where something should have been, but because he, or should we say she was now a girl, it was gone.

    "My pee pee  gawn, " she said as she freaked out.

    "You have no use for your penis anymore, as the only ladies you will be getting are the kind that feed you and change your diapers." The woman said. Luke stared at her and started to shake. It was now clear that this was the woman that turned him or her into the baby girl. The lady finished wiping and threw them away. She then applied talcum powder to his bottom. She then gathered a fresh diaper and started to tape together. With one final thought, She lifted Luke back up. She walked back to the crib and grabbed the pants that had been pushed off with her free hand. She walked over to the clothing rack and took off a bright pink princess-style dress, complete with a ruffled tutu. She slid the dress overtop Luke and pushed her arm's though the sleeves. She then carried Luke over to the door and opened it with a free hand. She carried him across the hall and through a set of one of the double doors.

    The main room was large, with bright blue paint and images of white clouds. The floor of the room was carpeted with a straight blue. In some sections of the room, foam mats covered the floor, and kids of various ages sat on top of them playing with a wide selection of toys. In one corner of the room, a play pen was set up and babies as young as 9 months old and as old as 2 played inside with alphabet blocks and other toys they couldn't choke on. I another corner, play stations like, restaurants or kitchens, were set up, with kids between 3 and 5 roleplaying. The woman brought Luke over to the playpen and climbed over. She gently set her down inside.

    "Oh, we forgot to give you a new name. How about Luna? It sounds really pretty, " the woman said with a smile. She turned to address the other babies inside the playpen. "Guys, this is Luna. She is new here. Please do your best to maker her feel welcome." With that, She climbed back over the playpen's plastic wall and walked off.

    Luna looked around at the inhabitants of the playpen. There were about 9 of them in total, with of an age range of about 2 and a 3/4 years. One brown-haired boys was building an tower of Alphabet blocks. A girl was crawling around on the floor, babbling away. Another boy pushing a small truck. She crawled over to the boy building the block tower and smiled at him. "Nwed swome hmelp?, " Luna asked, her mind starting to fog and forget her situation.

    "Ya, " he said. Luna began helping him, picking up blocks from the ground. She began making the tower higher, until realistically possible. Her legs loosing strength to keep her up, they began to buckle and she fell onto her diapered butt. It felt cushiony, almost like a pillow. She slowly pushed herself up with arms, sticking her butt out in the process. She began walking away from the tower, already bored. Suddenly, she felt pressure in her stomach. She felt it go away as something warm and mushy slid past her but cheeks and fell onto the seat of her diaper. She continued walking, ignoring the fact she pooped herself.

    She heard a commotion near where the boy was building the block tower. She looked over and saw an older boy, climb the fence of the play pen. He was massive, like a skyscraper tower over them. The baby that was building the block tower cowered.

    "Stupid Babies, " he said. He kicked the tower the boy was building and the baby boy immediately started to wail. Luna waddled quickly over to the large boy.

    "Stop that, meanie, "she yelled at him, her pacifier falling out of her mouth. It hung from the elastic string tied around her neck as she did this.

She thrust her chubby leg over and kicked him in the leg. The boy barely got affected a smiled.

    "Stupid Baby, " he said. He grabbed Luna and pushed her down. Luna began to wail loudly, tears streaming down her chubby face. Across the room, a couple adults ran towards the play-pen. "Stop that!," an young woman, similar in age to the one that originally talked to Luna, yelled at the older boy. She was also accompanied by the very same woman from earlier. She grabbed the boys arm and dragged him over the playpen wall. The other woman walked towards Luna and picked him up. She carried Luna through the set of double doors. She walked her back to the Toddler room. She lifted Luna up and sniffed her up.

    "Someone also made a poopy." She brought her back down from the air and walked over to the Changing table. She laid Luna down and spread her legs out. She then untapped the diaper and wrapped it up, being sure to not make any of the contents leak out. She threw it away in the trashcan and grabbed some baby wipes. She began wiping Luna's bottom, the wipes turning a shade of brown. Eventually, she finished up and threw out the wipes. She then grabbed the bottle of baby powder and sprinkled some on Luna's hinny. She then grabbed a fresh disposable diaper and unwrapped it. She slowly lifted Luna up an inch and slide the diaper under. She then brought the two sides up and folded it together. With one final step, she taped the diaper together. She then picked Luna up and walked her to the Crib. She grabbed Luna's PJ pants and slide them on Luna. She then lowered her onto the back. She then slowly walked to the door.

    "Goodnight, Pretty Girl, " the woman said. With that she turned out the light. Luna yawned and slowly closed her eyes.

   Luna opened her eyes to a familiar wetness. She appeared to be in something smaller then the Crib she laid in before. There were a short sections of bars on either side, and towards the end of whatever she laid in, there was a endcap made out of pink cloth. Overhead, an pink canopy covered her head from sunlight streaming in. In front of the Canopy, an baby mobile hung, with small shapes of animals part of it. Below her, soft padding form whatever she was in cushioned her, as well as a familiar feeling of a bulge. She peered down at her legs, which were still chubby with baby fat on them. Her feet still had small stubs for toes. She looked around the room. The room was still felt proportionate and large, but she realized something else. It was much larger then previously, and if to add to that horror, it appeared to be an different room from where she last laid. Luna then remembered the Infant room she saw earlier. Luna's eyes widened as she came to as she came to a second realization. She was now an infant, not even a toddler. She survey the clothes she wore. She wore what appeared to be an pink onesie with purple images around. Around the her waist to bottom area, a thick bulge puffed under the onesie, what she assumed was her diaper. She squinted as she tried to read the words on the front, but it appeared to be gibberish, as her infant mind was not even trained to read. She slowly turned herself over and crawled slowly over to the side. The side what she now assumed was a Cradle was a portion of the height of the crib, so it should be easier to climb over. But as she slowly tried to climb it, her legs wobbled and then buckled. She fell back onto the soft cushion. Even though there was barely and pain from the fall, her eyes watered. She wailed loudly, attracting attention of footsteps. The door opened and the same beautiful woman opened the door. She then walked over to Luna, who was now laying in the wrong direction after falling.

 

    "Did somebody try to climb out?" she asked in a sweet, cooing voice. "Your muscles are too tinsy to be able to let you climb out."

    Behind her, another woman entered the room, and Luna recognized this woman immediately. It was her mom...my, and Luna attempted to call out the word "Mama," but this came out as indistinct baby babble.

    "She looks perfect," Luna's mommy exclaimed. Luna recalled helping her mommy with moving some items as she was pregnant and they needed to make room for a nursery. This memory started to feel fuzzy. In fact, all of Luna's old memories started to fuzz. And with a few moments, they were gone, replaced with new memories of she and her mama. One was of her Mama taking her to the park. Another was of her Mama changing her diaper in the new nursery. Luna started to giggle at these thoughts, all remainders of Luke, gone.

 

    Sherley, Luke's/Luna's mother smiled. She had always wanted a girl, but it didn't turn out that way. She walked over to Luna and picked her up. She the smiled and turned to the other woman.

    "Thanks Trish, I think I'm going to enjoy my new baby girl." She walked to the door, where Luna's younger brothers, that were now older then him waited. A.J, the oldest of 17, smiled as he saw his baby sister, not remembering that She was once much older then him and he was merely and 10 year old kid. James, a 7-turned-12 year old smiled as he saw his sister. With that the family walked out, heading for home, and Lucy's new life.