The Exchange,

Chapter 9
The exchange part 9

Chapter Description: This part has swearing in it, as well as spanking and male to female AR. If you don't like any of those things please don't read.

Chapter 9

Sandra had tried to draw 3 different pictures for her mummy, but they had all come out looking very similar. Faces sported too many teeth and too many eyes, limbs were uneven and either too long, too skinny or exactly the opposite short and fat. It didn’t seem to matter how long she took, how careful she was, her body was conspiring against her to sabotage her pictures. Sandra lifted the blue crayon she held and glared at it as if blaming the crayon and not her inability to draw for the mess she had created.

Anya had watched Sandra, noticing the increasing level of frustration on her babys face. Perhaps she was uncomfortable in the wet nappy? Anya had checked her and Sandra wasn’t that wet, but she guessed Sandra would still be getting used to the idea that she was a baby and not an independent woman, so that even a nappy that wasn’t wet at all would be enough to remind Sandra of the predicament she was in. Perhaps Sandra just needed distracting. Standing up Anya carried Sandra over to the ball pool again. Sandy realised she had left her toy dragon in the pit and she clambered in to retrieve him. Anya mistook this action as a sign that Sandra wanted to play in the ball pit for a while and so she returned back to her seat.

Finding herself abandoned in the ball pit Sandra pulled Pea towards her by his tail and stuck his ear in her mouth. His ear was still slightly damp from her previous chewing but she didn’t seem to mind or notice. There was something about him that calmed her down and made her feel peaceful, perhaps it was his constant smile.

She thought about Becky, Becky and Kim. Poor poor unsuspecting Becky. Sandra wondered if Becky had been an athlete, or runner like sandra thought. Whatever she had been she must have been exceptional at it to be picked for the exchange program. Why had Kim destroyed the poor girls mind though. She shot a glance over at Anya. Anya would never do that to her. Her mummy had promised. She knew her mummy had meant it and she felt a wave of relief wash over her again. Sandra had clearly had a lucky escape when it came down to it. Anya had been nothing but attentive and devote. A perfect mother. Sandras heart leapt happily in her chest as Anya noticed Sandy was staring at her and had gotten up and walked over to crouch beside the ball pool.

"What is it kiddo, do you want someone to play with you?" Sandra grinned. It seemed like a good idea. She pointed back over to the dress up box. She hadn’t actually gotten a chance to play before Becky had half strangled her to death.

"ooh you want to play dress up?" Sandra’s grin grew wider and she nodded. It was nice when communication went her way for once.

Anya picked Sandra up, Sandra held tight to her dragon toy and together the three of them went over to the dress up box. Anya lightly settled Sandra on her feet so she was standing up and holding onto the edge of the dress up box, peering in. So many cool outfits. Sandra burst into elated giggles, embarrassed by her lack of control, and shocked by her hyper reaction to some simple costumes, she quickly brought both her hands up to her mouth as if to hold the giggles in, letting go of the box had been a poor decision and she toppled backwards landing on her padded butt with an audible "OOMPF" She sat there for a second, startled by the chain of events, then pulled herself back to her feet, and returned to the edge of the box.

Anya had watched this all happen and couldn’t contain herself, she scooped Sandra up and gave her a big hug, then started kissing her with big wet sloppy kisses, exagerrating the "Mwah" "Mwah" noise with each kiss.

"You, Are..’mwah’....Just too adorable ’mwah’...for your own good" Sandra giggled and struggled to get away from the slobbery kissy monster, enjoying the attention and feeling happy by her mothers affection. Anya put her back down and started pulling stuff out of the box. A nurses hat, a policeman helmet, most of these jobs didn’t exist on her planet but they had been provided specifically to make exchange students feel at home. Anya pulled out a summer school dress. It was in checked white and red.

"Hey Sandy, you want to go to school?" She pulled sandras yellow dress off of her before she had chance to protest and she slipped the new school dress over her daughters head, it slid on easily as it was far too big for her. Sandy looked down at herself in the school pinafore. Because it swamped her it also hid her the large bulk of her nappy. She liked it. It made her feel more grown up.

"Well well don’t you look all grown up. You’ll soon be married and having kids of your own at this rate" Anya humoured Sandy and Sandy grinned up at her, again awash with childish glee.

"I can go to school now?" She asked happily. Anya laughed and rubbed Sandras head. "One day sweetie, mummy will be able to understand you properly. One day soon lets hope huh."

She gathered Sandra back up into her arms, making sure to pick up the dragon too and walked back to the table. Plopping Sandra down on the floor, she handed her daughter her toy friend and then Anya went to one of the shelves and got a large jigsaw puzzle. It had about 30 pieces in it but the pieces were about the size of Sandras hand. Anya tipped the jigsaw upside down and the pieces rained down on Sandra. Sandra tried to cover her head from the fallout, but the peices were soft enough that ones that did hit her didn’t hurt. She began turning the pieces over so that they all faced upwards so she could see what the picture was supposed to be. It was at this point that a noise came from the doorway and both Sandra and Anya looked up towards the source of the noise. The door handle was moving.

"I guess this is the other parent and child we were expecting." Anya said to her baby, and sure enough a man and daughter entered.

The man wore a light grey t-shirt and black jeans, his hair was short cropped and blonde, his slim daughter, whom looked like she was around 8 years old, wore a red flowing summer dress, Her brown hair was tied into one long ponytail with a large red bow to match her dress. She had knee high white socks and black patent maryjane shoes on her feet. She looked positively miserable though and her arms were crossed in a stereotypical sulking pose.

"I don’t even want to BE here. It sucks." She was saying. Her carer was looking cross. "Look I told you to behave, you’ll do as you’re told or do you want another spanking?" This question seemed to wipe the sulk from her attitude.

"No. I’m sorry. I’ll play nice" She didn’t sound like she meant what she said though, although there was a hint of fear in her voice.. The man and child crossed the room and the man extended his hand out to Anya.

"Greetings, I am Mark, nice to make your acquaintance." Anya blushed, he spoke so politely. She felt like she should curtsey or something. Instead she simply smiled.

"I’m Anya, nice to meet you too. This is Sandy." Anya gestured towards the floor where Sandra still sat sorting out jigsaw pieces in her new school outfit. Mark leant over the side of the table to see Sandra playing on the floor "Hi there Sandy, nice to meet you." he waved and grinned. Sandra looked up at the man and smiled, then returned to her jigsaw, not wishing to draw too much attention to herself. She’s already been roughly played with by Becky and Becky had been much smaller than this new kid. Sandra wondered if the new girl was being fed Syrup too.

The new girl walked over to where Sandra was sat and she crouched down to look at the jigsaw pieces.

"Oi titch. Hows it going, don’t suppose you have all your faculties with you?" The girls language was fairly coarse and Sandra looked into the girls light blue eyes.

"I’m Sandra, what’s your name?" Sandra didn’t know if the girl would be able to understand her, but according to her mummy exchange students might be able to. the relief that seemed to wash over the new girls face was strange.

"Thank fuck for that. Not another mindless zombie after all, I met a girl the other day who was completely away with the fairies. poor thing, probably didn’t even know what hit her" With that the girl sat down on her butt and began helping sort the edges of the jigsaw out.

"it’s not a very challenging picture is it? A farm yard? I mean come on, how childish." The girl scoffed derisively

Anya and Mark watched their two children interact for a moment before Mark met Anyas eyes. "Would you like some coffee, then we can chat." Anya had been so caught up in Sandras world that she had completely forgotten about herself since getting to the exchange centre and when Mark mentioned coffee she suddenly realised how parched she actually was.

"Yes, that would be great, thank you" Mark wandered over to the vending machine and pressed a few buttons, there were a few whirring noises and clunks as the machine made a couple of cups of coffee and bringing them over he passed one to Anya then sat down.

"be careful its hot." He warned her as he smiled. She sat down beside him and together they began to chat. Anya felt relaxed in Marks company. he had an friendly smile and his whole manner put her at ease.

Meanwhile under the feet of their carers Sandra and the girl had managed to place all the edge pieces together and were now filling in the middle pieces. They had done most of this in silence. Sandra broke the silence, with the same question she had asked Becky.

"how old were you before this? Where did you come from What did you do?"

The new girl chuckled. "Do you know how long i’ve been here? I’ve been on this blasted ship about a month, well probably longer but I woke up about a month ago. You know you’re the first person i’ve met who has managed to string together a normal sentence. What the fuck have they done to us all? Seriously. Who asked for all this crap? Not me. No sir." Sandra laughed out loud. much to the annoyance of the girl sat with her.

"What’s so funny?"

Sandra wiped a tear of laughter from her eyes. "I’m sorry, but you...you just look so cute, hearing language like that come from such a pretty thing just looks really surreal" The girl gave a sarcastic smile. "Yeah I suppose it must do, but i’m not actually speaking anyway. its all in our heads don’t you know. Its all mental connection. insane huh, but it doesn’t matter what they do to my body i’m still me on the inside. In answer to your questions. I was 44, I come from central london and I was an architect . not just any architect. I designed Wembley stadium as well as had a hand with the design of several other landmarks. I am a millionaire, my wife and kids must be climbing the walls wondering where i’ve gone to.

Sandra picked up on something odd. "wait? Wife?"

The girl nodded, "Oh yeah. I forgot to mention that didn’t I. I used to be male. crazy aliens huh, messing with people like this. I used to laugh at people who believed aliens existed, and now...well...look at me."

The girl took a wild angry swipe at her dress and accidentally knocked sandras dragon over. She didn’t even give it a second glance.

"My name WAS Andrew, but now its Alice" The sulky tone to the girls voice had returned. Sandra felt sorry for Alice, but only to a certain extent, okay so he no longer had a penis, but at least he didnt wet himself uncontrollably, life could be worse.

"...Still, things could be worse I guess. I hear they have a baby exchange student, how humiliating must that be, to be an independent member of society one minute then the next sucking on your own toes and crapping your pants."

Sandra wondered if Alice had just read her thoughts or something, it was uncanny that she had come out with words almost exactly as Sandra had thought of them. She suddenly found one of the jigsaw pieces really interesting as she tried to hide the fact that she was blushing. She guessed that Alice hadn’t realised that Sandy WAS the baby, perhaps the fact that sandy was sat down, dressed in the school outfit and the fact that she had all her mental faculties had provided enough of an optical illusion for Alice not to question Sandy’s size.

"So what about you? how old were you? Did you have a family? What did you do before all this?"

Sandra slotted a piece of the jigsaw in, managing to resist the urge to chew it.

"I was a geneticist, I worked in London too. I was 28. I do have a family but we’re not very close. I’ve only been awake 2 days but my mumm..."

Alice cut her off.

"First off do not call your carer mummy or daddy or anything like that. They want you to get attached to them so that they can control you easier. Its the same with that pink goop they feed some of us. Don’t drink it okay, it rots your brain all the way back so you really do become like a kid. These carers might pretend to care about you, but its just a day job to them. They’re just grooming us for some greater purpose." Sandy caught an almost crazed glare in Alices features. She suddenly felt afraid. Anya wasn’t like that. Her mummy really cared about her, didn’t she?

"Second of all, you only woke up 2 days ago?"

Sandra nodded. "Well it was yesterday morning I woke up."

Alice looked impressed. "I don’t mind admitting this to you, but I was a blubbering wreck for the first week and a half. How have you managed to keep so calm? I mean our lives as we knew it are gone, over, done and dusted. We’re never going to see anyone ever again. how do you come to terms with something like that?" Sandy could see Alices eyes sparkling with angry tears and suddenly the older girl jumped up, grabbed Sandras dragon toy and lobbed him, in anger across the room. He bounced off a wall and landed harmlessly on the floor. Sandras eyes had widened in surprise at the sudden outburst.

Anya and Marks conversation had come to an abrupt stop as well. "Thats it young lady." Mark said calmly. He was up out of his seat and had grabbed Alice by the wrist before she had a chance to flee. "I know this is a difficult situation to come to terms with, but it does not give you the right to be a brat." Alice was struggling now, trying to loosen his grip on her wrist as he gently but firmly pulled her across his lap.

He turned to Anya as he held down his squirming child.

"i’m really sorry about this. She just doesn’t understand yet that she cant keep behaving like this. Some of the other carers suggest using the syrup, but i’m against such a procedure." With that he pulled up Alices red dress exposing a pair of childish knickers with butterflies printed on them, and gave her three swift strong swats to the back of her legs. She howled and kicked and screamed, more through humiliation at being spanked in front of company than the stinging pain of the swats themselves. Mark then sat Alice on his lap and looked straight into her tear stained eyes.

"daddy loves you very much, but you need to learn the rules. I don’t like to make you cry but it seems to be the only way i’m getting through to you. now are you going to play like a good little girl or do we need to go home and put you down for a nap?"

"....I’ll be good." Alice said sulking heavily.

"Do you promise?" Mark asked light heartedly

"...I promise" Alice said as she returned back to where Sandra sat. Mark stopped her. "Wait a minute young lady, go get that toy you threw and give it back to Sandy."

Without another peep, Alice retreived the toy and handed it back to Sandy.

"Thank yoo." Sandy said quietly, feeling ashamed for the poor man that was now an 8 year old girl.

The two children sat and completed the puzzle on the floor as Anya and Mark continued to chat. Then Alice got up and looked at sandra. "lets go over to the wendy house, away from these guys for a bit"

It was a good idea but for one major flaw, Sandra couldn’t walk. If she agreed to go with Alice then she would have to crawl and it would become apparant very quickly that she was the baby Alice had spoke of earlier. There was something about Alice that made Sandra want to keep her as a friend. S he wondered if she would tolerate being friends with a baby. Sady felt like she had lied to Alice simply by not being straight from the outset as to her current age. But Alice hadn’t directly asked her how old she was so it wasn’t as if she had truely lied.

"I kinda like it here under the table." Sandra said hopefully.

"nooo, lets go over there" Alice pointed at the playhouse in the corner. it’ll be better, we can talk about how we make our escape."

"escape? Isnt that impossible?" Sandra asked. She then suddenly wondered if she actually wanted to escape. Would she be happy leaving Anya behind to go back to her old life? The adult in her screamed yes, the baby in her screamed no.

"It’s not impossible if we come up with a tight plan." Alice said getting impatient. Suddenly two large hands wrapped themselves around Sandras waist and hauled her up from under the table. Anya settled her baby on the edge of the table and smiled.

"are you having fun sweetie, with Alice?" Sandra nodded quickly, hoping Anya would just put her back down under the table. instead and much to Sandras horror, Anya pushed Sandra down so that she was laid flat on the table and she pulled her oversized school dress off, so that she was once again wearing the yellow gingham dress with the ruffled matching nappy cover. She then held sandra up and showed her to Mark.

"See this outfit, I had gotten from the store a week ago. I was keeping it special for when Sandy actually woke up."

Mark nodded appreciating the cuteness factor.

"She is adorable isnt she." he touched the tip of her nose with his finger.

"Arn’t you just precious." he then turned his attention back to Anya. "I knew I wanted to be a carer, but just couldn’t bring myself to go for the specialised training. Formula? Nappies? even trainer pants. yuck. I applied for an older student and got Alice. I like it when they can learn stuff from you and interact with you on a more in depth level." Anya nodded as she continued to hold Sandra. She smiled at Sandra. She had toyed with the idea of an older student at one point, but now that she had Sandra she couldn’t imagine her life without her.

"I understand where you’re coming from. I knew the minute I saw Sandras adult photo that she’d make the perfect child for me. It was that photo that made me apply for the job. Not many people know this but I had a child many years ago now, who at the age of two, succumbed to the disease. I think the time was just right for me to move on from the pain of losing Lynn and to pour my love into something more positive."

Mark reached out his hand and patted Anya’s shoulder sympathetically. "I am sorry for your loss"

Sandra had never heard the story before and looked at Anya curiously. Anya noticed the expression and sighed.

"oh you haven’t wet yourself again already have you?" She asked and then unceremoniously stuck her finger into the leg elastic of sandras disposable, checking how wet her daughter now was.

"oh, my mistake, you are soggy but you’re still good for a little while." With that done, Anya lowered Sandra back onto the floor and continued talking about outfits with Mark

Alice had seen the whole display. A mixed look of pity and disgust on her face.

"You. You’re the baby, and you’re wearing nappies? And you’re wet? How awful for you." Sandras face flushed brighter red than it had done so far. Here was someone who knew she had been an adult, who now knew that she had no control, was completely defenseless and dependant on her mummy to look after her.

"At least I can put up a fight but you’re completely at your carers mercy arn’t you?" Sandra nodded, but the way Alice said it made it sound like something dirty. It wasn’t dirty, in fact Sandra had come to love Anya. She realised she enjoyed the loving attention she got from her mummy and it didn’t matter what Alice said, she knew her mummy would never let her come to any harm, she knew for Anya it wasn’t just a day job. She felt that Alice had miss guessed Mark too, he seemed to genuinely want to help Alice.

"it’s not like that. My Mummy loves me" She said, in angry defense.

"oh oh kiddo, no look, seriously they’ve clearly gotten to you too. She doesn’t love you, she seems to be doing a convincing job, but when it comes down to it she doesn’t love you. Its her duty to care for you. theres no actual love in it, its because your genes are spliced that you feel a connection. I feel a connection to Mark as well, but you have to fight it. It’s not natural. Play along with their game, lure them into a false sense that you’re being a good little child, and then when the time is right, make your escape"

Sandra started crying, she hadn’t been listening to half of Alice’s rant. "My mummy does love me, she does"

Alice simply shrugged. "its your call, don’t get your nappy in a knot. I am just saying it how I see it"

The pair of them fell into awkward silence. Sandra felt miserable, She had wanted to be friends with this girl but although she hadn’t been effected by the syrup, clearly losing her...his..manhood and being reduced to an 8 year old girl had twisted him. or perhaps he had always been a conspirator. Perhaps he was just miserable and wanted to break free, Sandra could sort of understand that, but they were on a ship, god knows how many miles away from earth, where exactly could he escape to.

It was Alice that broke the silence.

"Look, i’m sorry okay. this whole situation is messed up. I don’t mean to rain on your parade and if you’re happy, then that’s great. Me personally, in your situation, I would have found a way to hang myself. There’s no way i’d be putting up with being a baby for god knows how many years to come." There was a pause as Anya got up from the table, then Alice continued.

"I still want to be your friend. I’m pleasantly surprised that you’re all mentally there, considering you’re as young as you are, and its nice to talk to another Londoner. It’ll be important for us to reminisce if we’re to remember our previous lives. I promise to try and be sympathetic towards your problems if you do the same for mine."

Sandra smiled, she felt self conscious but understood the importance of friends.

"we can still be frie...." Suddenly Sandra was being held aloft again and was placed into her baby carrier. Anya smiled at Sandra then spoke to Mark.

"I’m sorry Mark, we have to make a move now. You’ve been splendid and we should certainly arrange a longer play date, perhaps over at my house or something. Thats if Alice wants to come play with Sandy. Would you like that Alice?"

Alice glared at Anya, but then changed her expression and nodded sweetly.

"yes please Sandys mommy" Mark smiled happily at Alices childish display. "There, see you can be such a sweet little girl when you try" Sandra saw Alice blush. It must be weird for him to have been a man, and now to be a little girl. Still Sandra noted Alice did make a cute little girl.

Anya continued the conversation with Mark. "well you have my code now, just get in touch when you know you’re free and we’ll arrange a date" Mark grinned. "Sounds like a plan, Well See you Anya, and nice to meet you both."

"likewise" Anya said as she stooped to pick up Sandras dragon and handed it to Sandy. Then she headed to the door and with one final wave to the daddy and daughter combo she left.

As Anya walked down the corridor she hummed happily to herself. That hadn’t been quite the disaster she had envisaged. Actually it had been quite an invigorating morning. Now it was time to go back to the house and make lunch.

Sandy held tight onto Pea. One of his ears in her mouth, as Sandy chewed thoughtfully. She thought about Becky and about Alice. Two people in the same boat as she was, yet completely different characters. She wondered when would be the next time she would see them. She missed them both already but for different reasons. Alice made her remember she was an adult and that was important not to forget, but Becky reminded her that she was also now a child and that too was important to Sandra. It seemed so much had already happened today and she was tired from the excursion. She listened to her mummy humming happily and smiled as together they made the journey back home.