Rebecca's (Dee Dee's) Story

by: johnmadixsmith | Complete Story | Last updated Feb 3, 2014


Chapter 3
Transformations


Chapter Description: Rebecca's new parents want a few things about her to be changed, including her control over her bladder and bowels!


I figured about twenty minutes had gone by since I was put back in my cage, when I heard a buzz sound. It was some sort of door bell, because Dr. Allison got up and answered the door. A young, attractive couple came and shook her hand, they were of course giants like her. The woman was a cute blonde wearing a summer dress and the man had brown hair and was wearing a button up shirt and slacks. I didn’t know it at the time, but I would be calling them mommy and daddy before long.

Dr. Allison brought them over to my cage and they began looking in at me like I was a puppy in a pet store. They kept saying how cute I was and how they wanted to take me home with them right now. I always hated this cutesy stuff. "She looks just like a grown up in those clothes", the blonde said. "I know, I find it so funny that they think they are adults", Dr. Allison agreed. "You mean, she is considered an adult where she is from?", the man added in. "Oh yes. She worked, dressed herself, fed herself and she even lived on her own. Isn’t that so funny to think about?", Dr. Allison asked with a laugh. "Well all of that is behind her, we will make sure she is properly taken care of. We will dress, feed, clean and change her. She will be our little baby girl from now on, yes she will", the blonde used a babyish voice and said those last few words right at me.

That was the last straw! I had regained my strength and I could now stand and yell. "How dare you talk about me this way! I am an adult and I have been for years! I am not some pet or baby for your amusement! You will release me this instant and will return me now! I have friends and family back home that will be looking for me and they will not stop until I am safely returned!" The whole time I was yelling I was stopping my foot, I had one hand on my hip and I was pointing them down with my other hand, and I was staring the three giants down. Come to think of it, it was pretty impressive, but of course they didn’t understand. "It looks like somebody is fussy", the man said making the two women laugh. "Those goo’s and gaa’s are just the most adorable thing I’ve ever heard", the blonde woman said, acting like I had just melted her heart with cuteness. Me standing up to them with my big yelling fit was nothing more than baby noises to them, I was even more mad now. "Yes, she is adorable, but they can be quite the handful. So, you can feel free to spank her when she gets out of line. It’s a good idea to give her a daily spanking to show her that you are in control. Do it at roughly the same time everyday so she doesn’t get confused if she did something good or bad", the scientist instructed the young couple.

The couple looked younger than me too, I’d say the guy was 28 while the woman was 25, these two would be controlling my life from now on. "Now lets get her into our transition machine and then you can customize her how ever you want", Dr. Allison continued. All I could do was gulp at the sound of her words.

I was still wearing my adult clothes: dress, high heels, panties, bra, but that was all about to change. I was ready for a fight this time, if any of them tried to pick me up I would kick, punch and whatever else necessary to get away. Allison opened the top of the cage and went to pick me up. I started punching her very large hands. As if I put up no effort she again lifted me out of my cage. I was fighting with everything I had, but the three of them were just amused. "You’ve been here long enough to know that I am in control sweetheart. This will be your only warning, stop acting badly or I will spank you", the scientist warned. "Good luck bitch!" I yelled back, now starting to kick. She took me over to the same chair she fed me in earlier, turned me upside down so I faced the floor and then I felt a hard smack on my behind. Again and again and again Dr. Allison spanked me, it really hurt! I tried to put my hands in the way to stop it, but she told me, "I warned you once, now keep your hands to your side or I will do this even longer." I was defeated. Tears started to swell up again as she finished and then handed me to my new "mommy". The blonde placed me on her hip and made me put my head on her chest, "Great, more boobs in my face", I thought. She then started to wipe away the tears as she rubbed my back. I made me feel even more childish, but it did make me feel a little bit better. This was my first spanking since I was a little girl, well I take that back, it was a turn on for one of my ex-boyfriends, so I let him do it to me from time to time when we were fooling around, but it was nothing like that. My butt was throbbing as the three giants walked me over to one of the machines in the room.

I was placed inside that rectangle-like machine I saw earlier, as the giants stood on the outside looking in at me. I was standing on what looked like a conveyer belt, there was a mirror right next to me. As soon as I was placed inside the machine I felt like my body was magnetized. I couldn’t move, not that I would now anyway, I couldn’t really even speak. My arms to my side, my body facing towards the mirror, I looked at myself. My hair was a little crazy and my makeup ran a little bit from when I was crying earlier, it just made me look like I was playing dress up with mommy’s make up.

"Ok, from here I can show all of the different options we can do with her," Dr. Allison explained, "This is our transition machine. It helps the parents decide which transition point they want their little one to be, but first lets take care a few things first, like her clothes,". Little metal rods came out from the ceiling of the machine and shot out little laser beams, they were literary burning lines down my clothes so they would just fall off. First they lasered my dress off, then my high heels, my pantyhose came next and finally my matching pink bra and panties. I loved that outfit and the lasers destroyed all of it. I was left staring at my naked body in the mirror, but the lasers weren’t finished yet. All of the sudden my body started to move on its own. My legs opened up and my arms went up in the air, the lasers were now working on my pubic and under arm hair. I always prided myself in keeping both areas of my self respectable, but apparently they wanted any possibility of hair to be taken away.

"Good, now that is over, the first step is deciding her sex. Do you want her to stay a girl or make her a boy?’ I couldn’t believe my ears, could this machine do that to me?! "I’m not sure, we were pretty dead set on a girl," the blonde woman said. "Well, with state of the art technology I can show you all of the possibilities on the mirror inside of the machine," Allison explained, "Look at the mirror." I could hear her typing something into the computer and then my reflection started to change, my hips came in, my breasts became small, my hair became shorter and I just had a thicker look to myself. Even my, umm, "area" became, well, became a penis. I looked down at reflection, then back at myself, luckily there was no change on my body, just the reflection. "So this is how I would look as a guy, huh? I’d be cute", I said in awe of the reflection.

"Maybe we should have a boy, they are more energetic", the man said. "You mean more rowdy dear", the blonde wife answered back, "We’ll stick with her as a girl." I let out a deep breath, I don’t know if I could have dealt with having a penis on top of everything else new in my life. The reflection went back to my female self and the machine started to move, the conveyer belt started to move me to the next station. "Next you can decide her size and bladder control, I want you to decide what you want her to be:

- an infant: 6 months, she’ll be about half her current size with no control over her bladder and bowels, thick diapers and a strict diet of breast feeding is suggested

- a baby: 1-2 years old, she’ll be a little smaller than what she currently is with very little control over her bladder and bowels, regular diapers and breast feeding and baby food suggested

- a toddler: 2-3 years old, she’ll be her current size with much of her control over her bladder and bowels, mainly regular diapers, some pull-ups and maybe regular panties if she is a good girl, mainly baby food, but some regular food chopped up is okay

- a preschooler: 3-4 years old, she’ll be a little bigger than her current size and will have almost complete control over her bladder and bowels, panties mostly with a potty in your bathroom, pull-ups at night is still expected, chopped up regular food

Just when I thought I won a battle by staying a girl, they drop this on me. Diapers? They can’t be serious! I have my degree, I was a straight A student when I majored in journalism in college, I have been working for years at a high stressed job and they want to put me back in diapers!? I was freaking out diary, I would have never thought I would of been wishing to be a preschooler, but you take the lesser of evils. The young couple took a minute discussing between them, then I heard their decision, "baby", they said in unison. I was going back to diapers and would be even smaller than I am now. I watched my reflection in the mirror get even smaller. The machine moved on.

"Very good, next you can decide her physical features: skin tone, eye color and hair color and style", Allison said with a smile. They fooled around with everything, they made my skin color really light, then really dark, changed my hair to blonde then red and then even blue at one point, they also tried a few different eye colors. Eventually they made my skin a little bit lighter, so much for that tan I had been working on, changed my black hair to brunette with some red in it that really comes out when I’m in the sun and made my hazel eyes turn green. I felt my old life slowly moving further and further away.

"Did you want to change any weight features? We can make her breasts bigger or smaller, the same with her butt. Some families want their little ones to have that authentic baby look, so they have them gain some baby weight. Again the choices are yours." The young couple again fooled around with my reflection as Allison put their request into the machine. I always enjoyed my B cup boobs, but I didn’t mind it when they changed them to what looked like DD’s, but I almost cried when they tried it with a flat chest and flat butt. Eventually, they decided with taking my boobs up to roughly a C cup, but made my butt a little fatter, they said it would make the diapers look cuter. They also added a little weight in my thighs, jerks. Luckily, they didn’t change anything else. I have seen a few other girls here that their parents decided to give them baby fat all over their body to give them the whole baby look, but I’ll talk them on another day.

They came back to my hair. I could hear Dr. Allison tell them that the hair style is best saved for last, after all the other choices had been made. I had flowing long hair that went passed my shoulders, but they decided to cut more than half of it, it now comes down to about my chin. That was one of the hardest parts, I loved my long hair, but again I have seen some girls that have the whole baby look, including having peach fuzz hair/bald look. I guess I’m one of the lucky ones because the short hair actually looks pretty good on me.

The conveyer belt moved me for the last time. Once the machine stopped a glass casing came around me and a red gas started to fill the air. I started coughing, this was different than the first two sets of gas Allison gave me. I felt my heart start to race, I was sweating and I could feel my body changing. From my hair to my boobs to my insides I could feel all of the changes happening all at once. Eventually, I passed out.

 


 

End Chapter 3

Rebecca's (Dee Dee's) Story

by: johnmadixsmith | Complete Story | Last updated Feb 3, 2014

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