The pale blue cup cake

Chapter 2
Chapter 2

Chapter Description: Brian's new perspective on life continues two weeks after eating the pale blue cupcake.

Two weeks had passed since 16 year old Brian had stolen and devoured a cupcake made especially for his sisters birthday party, the consequences had drastically altered his perception on life.

With each moment since being one of torture and embarrassment Brian, now little Briana, has tried as best his puny little body would allow him to put things right, it just isn’t really working.

The sun light shone brightly into the room splintered by the bars of his prison’s prison.

Brian now considered his own body a prison, one that he despised for the constant needs it desired, the complete lack of self control and the totally incomprehensive babble that dribbled from his mouth as he tried to speak.

Before even so much as gaining full consciousness Brian was aware that he would awake as a she, the dampness between his legs and a growling hunger from his tiny tummy were certain reminders of that, let alone such broken sunlight waking him from his heavy sleep.

Sleep now was different, before when he slept he struggled to sleep and struggled to wake, now when he woke he felt so alive, and as his mother lay him to rest the soft touch of his pillow would soothe him into a slumber within moments.

He found himself in need of afternoon naps now also, another annoyance of his new body, it had so much energy to burn but burnt out so quickly.

He slowly opened his eyes, above him loomed the tall wooden bars that would imprison him for the night, above the bars hung a colorful mobile that smiled down upon him.

As he looked at the mobile that he so consciously hated his body was yearning to hear it sing and watch it spin.

With his fists rolled into balls he rubbed his eyes and brushed the silky smooth locks from his face, with a yawn he was wide awake.

He lay on his back for what seemed like an age before rolling to his front, his bouncy locks fell before his eyes, he despised those bouncy curls and shook them aside as he examined the bars of his crib.

To one side hung a strange soft toy, it would make sounds as he pushed different areas, occasionally he would find himself mildly amused, the child of his mind entranced by the fun, the adult in his mind trying to escape the boredom.

Beyond the bars was the mirror, he had recently become a little fascinated by the mirror, each morning he would wake and look at himself, as if he had forgotten what he looked like.

Looking back at him from behind the bars was a cute little girl with bouncy blonde hair, she wore a pink one piece grow and her pudgy little hands clasped the bars that imprisoned her.

He still couldn’t believe it was him, even after two weeks, which was a very long time for a child as small as Briana, it was still a shock. He repeated this early morning process almost daily, he randomly poked and proded himself, examining the girl in the mirror just to make sure.

As the girl in the mirror tugged on her hair, Brian felt a sharp pain to his head that meant he was certain he wasn’t dreaming.

In the corner of his crib sat his bear, his mother had named the bear Tyson, why he didn’t know but he sure was a good way of relieving stress, he grabbed Tyson by the ear and looked him in the face.

He thought the bear looked stupid, smiling back at him, yeah, stupid Tyson, he swung the bear around as best his little body could manage, the bear was large, its head was as large as his own.

Tyson had landed face down with his bottom in the air, Brian laughed a little, he kicked the bear some more before jumping and treading on it whilst giggling.

He fell to his bottom exhausted from the excitement, his diaper scrunched and felt cool and damp. His legs were wobbly and he’d grown hot all over.

Sitting with his smooth pink legs out before him he couldn’t help but feel sorry for the bear, smiling back at him, always smiling no matter what he endured, he felt the familiar feeling of a child’s desire plaguing his adult thoughts, he just wanted to hug the big cuddly bear, which he did so, Tyson comforted him when he needed it most.

His mother approached the crib side, Brian hadn’t so much as noticed her creep in. She was smiling as she approached calling a patronizing “You’re awake, mommy’s little princess is awake” to the infant before her.

Brian knew what was coming next, he tried so hard to not do this but he just couldn’t help it, he could feel it happening, the smile was beaming as he basked in the attention, his little arms stretched outwards to greet his mother.

No, No he thought, I’m not really a baby, I shouldn’t be acting like one in front of her Nooo!

It was too late, “upsidaisy’s” his mother said as she lifted little Briana out her crib.

He was glad to be free of the crib at least, he rested his head on his mothers shoulder, Tyson then appeared on the other shoulder, he looked at the bear, almost jealous of the bear and its stupid face, my mommy he thought, no hang on, though Brian, am I jealous of a bear, this stupid bear?

His mother somehow pre-empting the change had already got the mat out ready, it was cold and uncomfortable to be placed on the mat when all night he’d been snuggled up in a warm one piece grow in bed, Brain watched his hips lift into the air with ease by one hand as his mother removed the dampness beneath him with the other.

He felt so embarrassed whenever he needed a change, so helpless, it bought him to tears a little just thinking about it, he just wanted to speak out to his mother and tell her what happened.

Unfortunately whenever he opened his mouth to speak the words were broken, slurred, incomprehensible, no matter how much he wanted to tell her, he just didn’t have the means to do so, therefore this morning he just stayed quiet, calmly sucking on his pacifier trying not to think about the events of the moment as his mother powdered his bottom and strapped him into a clean diaper.

“And there’s a good little girl, who’s mommies little princess? Who’s mommies little princess?

He couldn’t help but giggle as his mother tickled his tummy, blowing raspberries against his smooth skin.

Inside he was screaming with embarrassment but he couldn’t resist the childish reaction’s his body demanded.

To varying actions of people around him, he would react accordingly, to his mother’s playful demeanour his body demanded that he giggled basking in the glory.

To the patronising impressions of a plane or a choo choo train his mouth open wide awaiting the sweet paste scooped from a jar.

His father was as exciting as he was embarrassing, he was particularly exciting, and particularly embarrassing.

Brian had discovered an addiction to the adrenal rush of the event of being propelled high into the air, he had also discovered that his childish side shared no thoughts of common decency as his father had slipped of the clothes that covered his little body and had made him run naked and free in the garden.

Right now was breakfast and right now his body was reacting to the patronizm of his mothers playful coos, the jar of what Brian could only describe as gruel was slowly being tricked into his mouth, he knew he didn’t want to open his mouth but somehow his body was just giving in to the game of eating.

He knew the results of eating such foods, within hours he’d squat down through instinct and be in need of a change. It would be a particularly uncomfortable and smelly affair he’d rather not think about.

As his younger, but now older sister pet his hair and kissed him goodbye on the cheek with a cheerful “see ya later squirt”, which Brian hated more than anything else in the world, Brian was preparing himself for his next activity of the day.

You see, his days had become quite structured now, he would partake specific activities routinely throughout the day.

His free time was quickly approaching, the time when his mother would leave the room to bathe and get dressed allowing him to search for any possible explanation of how he regressed into a female child.

He was hugged, kissed and placed in the playpen, his mother would turn on the children’s channel on TV and he would have a quick play until she left the room.

The whole plan depended upon Tyson, the stupid furry bear, and whether his mommy would put him in the pen.

To ensure Tyson would be put in the play pen he’d hold his hands up and babble out a few words in his infantile voice, "mommmmma, ka kand I hafff Ty ummm Ty-won... pwease"

His mother could hardly resist her little princess and would fetch the silly bear to keep her happy.

Upon succesfully obtaining the bear and his mother having vacated the room he would stack all his toys on one side of the pen, carefully placing anything that might hurt him tightly into the corner, he’d been hurt before in this body, it was shocking how easy it was to make him cry so he was extra carful with his planning.

Hugging Tyson firmly around his front he’d run and jump as high as his little legs would let him into the side of the play pen causing it to tip to one side.

Fortunately the soft mesh and plastic barely made any noise with only a few toys rattling to the ground, he was now free to explore.

He’d started with the living room a few days ago, then he struggled through the lower cupboards in the kitchen, the doors being heavier now than he’d ever imagined before and he hadn’t yet figured out how to reach the higher cupboards, or even the draws so he head for his sisters room.

Tyson again proved vital for there were large gates placed at either end of the stair case, his little fingers lacked the strength required to pull back the gate mechanism so instead he pushed the bear over the top and climbed over neatly falling to his soft pampered bottom on the other side.

Climbing the stairs was always difficult, each step was huge and by the time he’d reached the top he was exhausted and had to repeat the task of getting over the gate.

Once over he made his way to Jessie’s room, he had his doubts about his sister these past two weeks, she gained the most from this whole ordeal, the sister she always wanted, to be the older sibling, to no longer be bullied by him anymore.

He toddled into her room and began searching through whatever draws and boxes he could reach but found nothing that would indicate her involvement, he was aware of how little he could search through however and realised that this might take some time, he feared these searches may take years but was adamant that he’d find an answer.

He crawled under her bed and began his search there, she didn’t keep much under her bed but gave up quickly as it produced no result, the child in him was getting upset and he could feel his emotions flutter, he could hear his mother humming in the bath and yearned for her attention.

Rolling to his back and looking up at the slats of Jessie’s bed, it was as if by chance he finally discovered some possible answer to this whole ordeal, he’d discovered Jessie’s diary!