I moved in my semi-sleep
state, I thought I had heard a baby cry. Perhaps what I heard was a dream. Wait
a moment I never had children, if I had they would be adults now, gone from the
safety and security of the nest. I was alone in this immense house having had
no wife in many years. I couldn't remember if I had brought anyone home from
that bar I went to last night. There was always the possibility I did. Lord, I
drank too much! My head throbbed! My muscles hurt! Are the ravages of old age
setting in?
I just hope I didn't bring
anyone home, if I did I do hope it was a she and not a he. Oh yes, I have done
that before but I don't know what or who I did in my inebriated state. All I
know is that the male person called incessantly for a month. All I can think of
is that it must have been good! Okay, I think I enjoyed it also. Damn, I wish I
could remember that episode.
I only hoped that this
time it was a female that I had brought home. I really do have to stop this
drinking. The doctor warned me at my last physical, that my liver couldn't
handle my binges as it once could. My shrink says that I have repressed
memories causing my drinking. The hell with them both!
Partially awake, I rolled
over onto my side stretching across the bed noticing immediately it was empty.
I also noticed unfamiliar feelings, no sensations in my body. Yes, I came home
by myself, no Bar Hogs this time. Deep stirrings in my mind brought forth what
I seemed to remember that there had been a woman that I vaguely remember. We
had made conversation while we drank in that establishment, what we spoke of I
don't remember. What she looked like I don't recall, although I think I
remember that we went to her place. Was I still there? No not at all, or at
least she wasn't in bed with me. I thought of all the lies I had fed to those
people that I had gone to bed with just to get my sexual gratification. I had
to stop this whoring around! I was a male whore to say the least!
I went back to sleep only
to be awakened again by that sound or sounds that I heard earlier. My sleep was
interrupted as the sound increased its volume as I tried to and refused to
acknowledge it. I kept telling myself in thought to block the sounds out.
Perhaps it was a bad dream I was having or the noises from my neighbor's
children. I remembered my next-door neighbor's baby as I put a pillow over my
head. Was that what I heard?
The volume of the child's
crying increased forcing me to roll onto my side. I felt an added weight that
had never been there before. I felt a warm wetness on my chest that I had never
felt before either. I felt the warmness grow as the baby cried louder and
louder to a brashness I had never heard. The warmness became an itch that
needed to be touched or rubbed. I reached under the blankets moving my hand to
the direction of the warmth. At first I thought I felt a pillow then wetness,
my eyes sprang open. My mind said Woman's Breasts; it remembered the entire
episodes of all the women's breasts my hands have ever felt. I threw the
blankets and sheet from my body, looking at my chest in partial shock. What in
the hell………? Oh Shit, the doctor was right! I was in panic mode, remembering
that the doctor told me I would grow breasts if I didn't stop drinking. What in
the hell was my hand wet from? I touched my breasts; again they seemed to be
large, hard and leaking fluid. Fluid, breast milk, lactation? I sat up
perplexed, very scared and now totally awake. I wasn't dreaming as I felt the
excrescencies on my chest again.
I was going check myself
to see if my other equipment was there, I heard the baby cry again. This time
the cries were much louder and coming from within this house. Was I hearing
things? No, not at all the cries came from inside this house. I was in complete
sensory shock. I had to feel my breasts once again, oh yes they were still
leaking and the baby cries getting louder in pitch and volume. My swollen
nipples leaked all the more. I rubbed my face and eyes to wake up further. I
noticed I had no beard as I usually had in the morning after touching my face.
Maybe I shaved last night without cutting my throat with the razor. My skin was
soft to the touch. What the hell was happening? I immediately placed a hand to
the Family Jewels. Oh yes! They were intact; all was fine down there. The baby
screamed louder as I felt my breasts. They were heavy, hard and ached. I needed
to get up. I needed to think. What the hell happened? What was I to do?
I bolted from the bed very
awkwardly in the shadowy darkness. The only illumination in the room was from a
nightlight plugged into awall
electrical outlet. I was totally off balance my center of gravity had changed.
I needed to steady myself, leaning on a dresser near the bed. That was when I
caught a reflection in the dresser mirror of a young woman. That young woman
had a picturesque face of unknown origin, (possibly Celtic, Slavic or
Scandinavian), very green eyes, alabaster skin (Just beginning to tan), High
Cheek bones, perky nose, a great deal of thick, Auburn below shoulder to the
waist hair. Her body was young, curvaceous with very lovely perky breasts that
appeared full and firm. As she stared back I saw she was also nude to her baby
baring hips. I also knew she was totally naked. She too held the dresser as I
did. I was beyond befuddlement. Everything was out of the norm.
Although I saw this woman
there was no way I could be her after all I was taller, heavier, a great deal
older and of course male since birth. The correlation between us being one and
the same was impossible to say the least. Or was there a correlation? I didn't
want to think of this improbability, or perhaps fact. I turned away from the
mirror the young woman was not there in the room only I. It was then that I
noticed the furniture around me seemed to be placed differently. All the
furniture was larger. Wait a minute this isn't even my furniture or bedroom.
What the hell did I drink last night? I know I didn't smoke, ingest or snort
anything. Where in the hell am I? My fear was rising; everything was out of
synch. Please, oh please, what is going on? What's happening? My mind spun in
confusion.
I gazed down at my nude
body in the dim light; I never slept in the nude. Everything was in a different
place more specifically my chest, hips, waist and butt. My waist was small. My
hips were large as well as my butt. My chest was not the manly chest of old,
being replaced with a set of womanly breasts that any woman would have been
proud to have on her body. I was not proud of these protrusion I was a man
after all. Dropping to the floor I began to cry and so did the baby.
I got up gently with
feminine grace, off the floor with tears steaming down my face. It had been
years since I had cried so profusely. My mind was screaming in torment. I still
heard the baby; it had to be somewhere close. Perhaps as I said it was a
neighbor's child but after looking at my protruding chest somehow I doubted it
was. I found a pair of pink silk lounging Pajamas lying across the bed and a
pair of pink low-heeled mules by the bed. Oh shit not that! Staring about the
room there was nothing there to put on. I had no choice but to put those on, as
I was not about to walk around naked. After getting dressed, I followed the
sound of the crying after opening the door to my bedroom almost falling in the
low-heeled shoes. How in the hell do women walk in these things? The baby's
crying was louder! My crying was harder! I also noticed further as I walked out
of the bedroom, that this was definitely not my house at all.
I padded softly down the
dimly lit hallway wiping my tears. The hallway had several doors but only one
that was open partially with soft rays of yellow light coming from the room.
Walking up to that door I heard the baby crying. I pushed the door open walking
into what appeared to be a nursery. The room was done in white, pink and blue,
which confused me all the more. A white crib was located against the far wall
against another wall was a changing table and dresser. Near the other wall were
a white rocking chair, side table and playpen. Fairy Tale images hung from all
the walls; Stuffed animals and dolls abounded everywhere throughout the room.
The plush rug was a very dark shade of pink. Entering the room further I
thought that the nursery was tastefully decorated. It had a woman's touch! How
in the hell did I get here? Why was I here in this house? Where was the mother?
Why was the baby crying as if deserted? I just couldn't leave although the
crying was driving me to a demented state not able to think until I came to the
crib.
Gazing down into the crib
I saw the baby. It was adorable, perfect in so many ways but crying, no
screaming its lungs out. Something came over me at the moment I saw the child,
perhaps a maternal instinct. Maternal Instinct? I reached into the crib taking
the child into my arms placing the tiny bundle into my shoulder holding its
tiny neck for support. Almost immediately the child seemed to settle down as I
held it as a mother holding any child. The thoughts I had were many. Maybe the
woman was in one of those other rooms that I saw. Maybe she and I drank too
much and she passed out. Why had she neglected the cries of her baby? Who in
the hell was I now? I had so many questions and not one answer.
"Please Honey Don't
cry Mommy is here" Holy Shit, Did I just say that mommy was here! My voice
scared me even more being so high in pitch, sexuality spewed from it. The baby
began wiggling its little body trying to dig itself into my shoulder. Why, I
didn't know but I sensed it was hungry.
The baby and I went down
the hallway. As we went past each room I opened the doors to peer into them.
All four massive bedrooms were empty, each again attractively styled and
furnished in a feminine hand. Not a bed was mussed; a doily out of place, not
even a dust bunny was visible anywhere.
We went down the stairs
after finding no one anywhere upstairs. Carefully we made our way to the
kitchen. I noticed that in all the rooms we went through the color tones and
paneling were dark and muted but not to the point of being morbid, they were
more of a masculine flair. Was there a man that lived here? A husband? Oh Shit!
As we continued I felt the
odd sway of my hips, breasts jiggling and my hair rubbing across my back down
to my butt cheeks, the silk rubbing on my skin and shoes on my feet. I thought
I had to be hallucinating or a very bad dream. Reality struck as the baby began
to whimper. It wasn't a dream! The baby in my arms was real. I knew it needed
to be fed. I had to get to the kitchen and feed it soon.
Before getting to the
kitchen I started to shiver, from the sensory overload. As we passed the next
room, I would assume it to be a family room. I saw a quilted comforter on the
couch. I went to it and draped it over my shoulders, wrapping it around my body
while holding the baby. We once again proceeded on our journey to the kitchen.
The kitchen was a very
modern one, almost commercial in appliances and design. I opened the stainless
steel door of the refrigerator looking for, but not finding any formula. I did
find a diet Pepsi taking it with us. Looking through the cabinets I saw no
formula or food for the baby. The baby was stirring once again in my arms. I
knew it would start crying again. We went back upstairs to the nursery.
Just as we entered the
doorway the baby stirred, crying very loudly. I placed the diet Pepsi on the
table near the rocking chair. After sitting down and crossing my legs, I
noticed that my nipples began to tingle. I remembered ages ago when my ex-wife
breast-fed our children that she said she experienced the samesensations. I tried to do what she had done
emulating her actions. Okay, so I didn't know what I was doing. I had that fear
again but I also had a very large need to feed this baby now crying, no
screaming, all so very loudly. I hoped that no one would hear it screaming. I
thought once again stirring old memories of those past days. I opened my top
finally raising the baby to my aching, engorged breasts it found my nipple and
sucked greedily as it attached itself. I felt a warmth flowing through my body
and a stirring in my loins.
While the baby suckled I
thought of the songs my mother used to sing to me. They were songs of joy,
love, and of course family. I remembered those past wonderful memories. I
thought of my three sisters and brother that I had not been in contact with in
years. I truly missed them all. They were family. Coming out of my reverie I
glanced down at the baby. My little angel had its eyes closed as it fed at my
breast. Oh Lord what did I say 'My' for? I'm not the mother! I'm a man or at
least I was.
The baby continued to
suckle taking me back to those songs of my childhood. I began to sing one
softly. I was pleased with the sounds that came from my mouth. I had a very
pleasant singing voice that seemed to relax the baby and myself; I had to smile
as I sang. The baby was content, as was I. I was experiencing something that no
normal man could or would do. I was experiencing the joys of motherhood. I was
still confused on how I came here. It was still unclear how I was changed to my
present form. What was the explanation? The questions repeated themselves in my
head, why did it happen. While the baby suckled I tended to relax more
continuing to sing to the baby. I switched the baby over to the other breast,
immediately it took the nipple. It seemed to me that I was getting better at
this nursing thing.
Chapter Two:
The baby and I must have
fallen asleep. I remembered the dreams beyond description, beyond imagination.
The one dream that I had was I was being made love to by a person or persons
that was unknown to me. The dream shook me to my very essence, though I think I
was enjoying the love fest. I awoke startled by the dream. I was so startled
and annoyed that I checked to see if I still had my penis. Oh Lord it was gone!
My penis was gone! In its place was a vagina that was very moist. I began to
panic! Why? Why was this happening to me? I once again placed my free hand
between my legs to check myself, almost dropping the baby in my panic. Now I
really needed to think, perhaps getting out of this house. What about the baby?
I couldn't leave it alone. Damn these maternal instincts!
I drew the comforter
closer to the baby and me as I felt a chill. The baby was still nursing and
partially asleep. Ever so gently I took the baby from my breast, taking it into
my arms to the crib. I placed it into its crib. It didn't stir when it was put
down. I covered it, giving it a kiss on the forehead. It was a kiss any mother
would give a baby. As I did this I had forgotten all the changes to my body, as
the baby was the most important item of thought. Where was the mother? What if
she saw me breast-feeding her child? How would she react? I'm Dead! Truly
screwed! I gazed once again at its cherubic face. I was thinking that maybe
someone would come to claim it. Damn I hoped not! What did I just think? There
was absolutely no sense to my feelings, new body and parts. At the very least I
could have received an owner's manual!
Since the baby went back
to sleep, buttoning my top going back to the Master Bedroom padding down the
hallway. I knew that I would have to face whatever had happened to me and soon.
As I entered the bedroom I turned on the lights. I first noticed a strange
woman in the mirror at the dresser I hung onto before. I almost spoke to her
before realizing the reflection was my new one. She appeared to be ever so
young while I was previously over the age of fifty. She was average height
being about 5'7" while I again used to be 6'2". This woman was pretty
with her lightly tanned skin, auburn hair down her back, large firm breasts,
waspish waist, full hips and a pretty rounded butt. Her vagina was framed with
auburn pubic hair that was trimmed expertly. I looked closely at my new face,
gone were the crags and valleys that had etched themselves over time. Now my
face was smooth with high cheekbones and very green eyes. The ravages of age
were gone but so was my old body. Why did this happen? Where was the logic to
this situation? What was I going to do? Perhaps I need to telephone Irene, my
youngest sister. Yes she was wise in her ways and would keep quiet about my
situation. I hope!
I turned away from the
mirror, feeling drained of all the energy I had and cried. I pondered whether
to go back to bed again to rejuvenate myself; perhaps this nightmare would end.
I looked at the drawn
blinds noticing the light beginning to seep through them. I saw an alarm clock
on a bedstead table that I didn't notice before that it showed 6:30am. I wanted
to peek out those windows but was afraid to do so. I heard the ocean and the
breaking surf that was close by. I was afraid that the world had changed like I
had. Looking around I knew that I was safe here in this house and things had
some semblance of normalcy.
I felt dirty and sweaty. I
reached behind my back of my neck pulling my hair, for me to look at it. My
hair fell heavily to my chest covering my breasts. My hair was dirty and
knotted. It was totally unacceptable by my standards or by any woman's
standards. I thought about cutting some of it off. I left the comforter on the
bed.
I went to the Master
bathroom to look for scissors to trim my mop of hair. I thought to myself how
could anyone live with this mess?
All I knew is that I
couldn't. I searched everywhere in that room cabinets, drawers, and closets.
There was not a pair of scissors to be found not even cuticle scissors or nail
clippers. I thought about the nail clippers, as my fingernails were long,
painted a deep red and well taken care of but far too long.
I found the necessities of
grooming supplies, loads of cosmetics and feminine sanitary supplies. This was
truly a woman's bathroom. It had different shades of the color pink throughout;
even the towels were pink. The only thing I found close to scissors or a razor
was a Lady Remington electric shaver and an Epilady Epilator (Ouch!) Why wasn't
there anything here that was sharp or had a blade? I'd have to check that
kitchen again!
I debated whether to
lounge in the sunken Jacuzzi or to take a shower after seeing them both. The
shower won! I found all that I needed in the shower stall except for a privacy
curtain. I noticed that this unit could also be used as a Sauna so it had a
door instead to seal the stall like a separate room with a bench that protruded
from the wall.
I walked into the stall
after disrobing, leaving the door to it open so I could hear any noises. My
first priority was to get my hair in shape. Thankfully I had watched all the
women in my life as they took care of their needs and bodies. I knew what had
to be done to this mop of hair I had. After cleansing my new body and hair I
sat on the toilet. I crossed my legs high, as I have seen so many women in my
former life do and hanging my head down combing out the tangles from my now
long gorgeous hair. I was so very proud of it before, now I was even prouder
after I blow-dried it.
Chapter Three:
I had noticed that the
sensations of this body were more enhanced then the sensations I had when I was
a male. My hearing was more acute. My sensory perceptions were double of what
they were. While in the shower I had noticed that my breast and vaginal areas
were very sensitive to my touch. Now I knew why all the women I had known loved
foreplay so much in preparation of being made love to. The feelings of arousal,
stimulation tended to increase in intensity in readiness for orgasm.
To some degree I thought
how provocative it was sitting on the toilet seat while taking care of my hair.
My hips were wide, seemingly to straddle the furry cover I sat upon. When I
bent over my breasts hung and swayed. I thought that if I were a man watching
this erotic scene the man and I would be making grand love. I am not the man
anymore; I am the woman. Who the hell was I posing for? I had to stop this
erotic thinking!
Having lost that erotic
train of thought I needed to focus on what had happened last night. What really
did happen? Why did this happen to me? Who was I now? When did this happen? So
many questions and no answers! I had to remember!
I found a terry cloth robe
in the bathroom closet and put it on. Going out to the bedroom I picked up the
telephone receiver dialing my sister's Irene's number. She answered; thank
goodness it wasn't my brother-in-law Al, who answered.
"Hi Irene, it's
Andy"
"What is this some
type of joke? Did my brother put you up to calling me? He hasn't spoken to me
in months! Put that no good son of a bitch on the phone!"
"Irene, it is me,
Andy. Please listen, I'll prove it."
"This better be
good!"
"When we were kids
you and I went to the candy store around the corner from where we lived over on
Jackson Street. You stole a candy bar from the store. The owners told mom and
dad but they didn't know which of us took it. I told mom and dad I did it to
protect you from the beating. We promised we would never tell anyone what
really happened not even the others. I know you remember how close all of us
were. Do you remember?"
"Oh Lord, it is you!
I had almost forgotten that little episode. Why do you sound so funny? Like a
little Girl? Are you in some type of trouble? Can I help? Where are you?"
I told her I was somewhere
near the oceanfront. I really needed to see her quickly but not going into
great detail. As I was speaking to her I was also looking through the various
drawers of the bedsteads and the dressers trying to find an address. I was in
luck! I found a checkbook with the address and my new last name. Giving the
information to her she would be here in ten minutes. Irene told me to just
relax and to make sure I would open the door for her.
I vaguely remembered the
leading events after speaking to Irene. I had been restless after getting off
from work. I decided not to go home but to go to dinner out and a nightclub
after. I didn't know if I wanted to get drunk or to get laid. I went to a place
in L.A. that I knew of. It was one of those kinky types of places, all Leather
and Lace. It had a diverse clientele that ranged from Straights to BD/SM to
Drag Queens and everything in between. I just loved to see the costumes that
these people wore. This was a vacation for me of sorts being in the financial
world as an investment banker, the suit and tie crowd.
While in the nightclub I
had noticed a very gorgeous looking woman. After several drinks and some great
conversation, I knew this woman was a genetic woman and not a queen. I had
found out from her that she was a commercial artist doing stained glass leaded
windows. We had hit it off tremendously.
I do remember I followed
her to her car. For some reason she managed the make me fearful. Perhaps it was
her height being around 5'11" in short heels. Perhaps it was her short
boyish haircut. All I know is I was thinking of trying to get out of this
situation gracefully. She turned to me before getting into her car; it was then
that I became really fearful.
"Did you want to tell
me something?" I asked.
She turned toward me and
kissed me. It was then that I knew I was with a real woman and all would be
well.
She handed her keys to me
saying, "You Drive Sweetie."
We were heading toward her
place after she gave me the address. As a matter of fact it was this address,
now that I think about it.
After we pulled out of the
parking lot she began to be all over me. Leaning into my direction she began to
massage my crotch. I still remember the slowness of her fingernails tracing my
erection. As she drew down my zipper I think I lost consciousness. I don't
remember anything after that until this morning. Did I pass out?
I was the one that was
driving. It was impossible that I had passed out, as I was the one driving the
car. Why didn't we have a wreck? I didn't think I drank that much. Was the
complete episode real? How could I wake up in someone else life? I had my own
to live!
I suddenly remembered my
job. I was about to call as the doorbell rang with intense fervor. It had to be
my sister Irene!
Chapter Four:
I ran down the stairs with
my robe flapping in the breezes I made. I arrived at the door seeing two
shadows of females at the stain glass window. Oh shit she brought someone with
her, I thought. I swung the door open, standing there was my sister Irene and
Karla another sister of mine.
I only wished I had a
camera to photograph the expressions on their faces. I was once, one of the
middle children of the family now I'm the baby! Oh shit mom would have a fit if
she found out. I let them in, hit a button that said Security Gate and took
them up to the Master Bedroom. Not a word was spoken until we reached it.
"Hi Karla, Hi
Irene" I said as I smiled my best.
"Oh Lord, it is true!
I thought Irene was smoking the neighbor's shrubbery again." Karla said.
"Damn you are cute!
Now why couldn't something like this happen to me? Are you Okay?" Irene
asked.
"Oh Sure, Physically
but …Oh shit, I'm all screwed up!" I said sarcastically and crying.
Between sobs I went into detail about all that had happened. I saw the looks of
disbelievement and astonishment. They each gave me a sisterly hug although I
sensed they were hiding something.
"Now ask me if I'm
okay again." I said before starting to cry again.
My sisters came to me and
held me until I calmed down. We discussed my options deciding I didn't have
any. Those options even included medical science. (Hey there's your sister over
there in the jar. We dissected her.)
"Well baby Sis,
welcome to womanhood and motherhood. You used to like wearing my dresses as a
kid when we played house. I guess you'll have your own now.
I can't wait until the rest
of the family sees you. Tommy and Sheila will absolutely faint. You'd better
watch Al though he might try to get into those panties of yours. Mom will be
absolutely without words." Karla said with a smile.
I told them about work and
the meeting with the board of directors at 8:30am. I needed to call the office
but couldn't sounding like I did. There was no possible way I was going in the
way I looked. They would have me lock away as a crazy woman.
Karla had always been the
devious one of the family, suggested she call the office for me.
Chapter Four:
She went to the phone and
dialed the number to my office. There was no answer until the voice mail
responded with my secretary's voice.
At the beep Karla said,
" Mary this is Andrew's sister, Karla. He asked me to call and let you
know that he has had a family emergency. He wanted me to ask you to reschedule
the board meeting for sometime next week. Also here is a number where you can
leave messages for him. Which she gave her and Irene's telephone numbers. It
was not a good idea to give the present number out to her.) Sorry but as I said
before the emergency was a death in our family. Thanks." With those final
words Karla hung the phone up as if it was going to melt from the heat of the
lie she just told.
I felt as if I was a fool
to let Karla lie for me. They both knew how I felt. I may be a great many
things but deceitful to others was not in my genetic make up.
It was Irene that spoke
next saying, "C'mon Sis, you need to get dressed. Maybe you'll feel better
then."
"What am I going to
wear? I can't find my clothes from last night."
"I don't think you'll
be able to fit into your old persona Sis." Karla said.
Those two sisters of mine
were off like a Hurricane turned loose in that bedroom. One went to explore the
dresser while the other found an immense walk-in closet. Me, I sat stoically on
the bed in my robe more in shock then anything else. Both of them discussed
everything feminine without my opinion. Finally they emerged with their hands full
of clothing. Oh my Lord, they had nothing but lace and satin.
"Okay Sweetie off
with the robe. You're our Barbie Doll for the day." Irene said.
I removed the robe,
embarrassed for them to see me this way. All I heard was an intake of air from
the both of them. This was the first time that they both were speechless since
we were children.
"My Lord, you're
bigger on top then we are. I thought I was seeing things when I checked your
bra size tag. You really are a D cup. I've just decided, I'm getting breast
implants, Bigger is better." Karla said teasingly and laughed.
I was handed a pair of red
satiny bikini panties and a red front hook, strapless underwire bra to put on.
I have to say I was in a sensory overload as the panties went up my legs to my new
vagina. The bra took some of the strain off my back but the satin cups hardened
my nipples. I also had to put nursing pads into them to absorb any leaks that
they had brought from the bathroom. Next was a lacy red garterbelt that they
showed me how to put on pulling the garters through my panties and explaining
why. Next came a half-slip, nude nylons, red Mary Jane's and a red and white
floral patterned sundress.
I was miffed, as I wanted
jeans, shorts or slacks. I was vetoed immediately by Karla and Irene. They both
said I had to give the impression to all that I was what I looked like a
beautiful young girl, wife and a mother. Their logic was impeccable! I had to
do as they said at least until I knew what was going on.
I happened to look in the
mirror, the girl I saw before naked really looked much better now. At the same
time I had a difficult time in realizing it was I. Forcibly I was taken to the,
no my make-up table where I was instructed in the art of application. When I
was finished I had to admit I looked and felt extremely different. The baby
began to cry once again.
Chapter five:
I rushed to its room
followed closely by Karla and Irene. I had already picked up the baby after
uncovering it when they both came in. The baby seemed to recognize me and
smiled.
"Hi Sweetie, How's
mommy's little one?" I said. It was then that I realized I said mommy,
much to my chagrin and my sister's merriment.
As I held it I realized it
needed its diaper changed. Going to the Changing Table the baby wanted to touch
my face and play with my hair. My hands shook I had not changed a diaper in
decades. I fumbled with the sleepers' snaps finally getting it off. After that
I saw the adhesive strips and opened those on the diaper. It was soaked. It was
then that I saw the baby was a little girl.
Irene and Karla smiled as
I did this. Irene said, "You're doing swell Sis. It looks like you have a
daughter and we have a new niece."
My mind went blank for a
moment but said, "Daughter? How could I have a daughter, I'm not a woman!
I didn't give birth!"
"Look Honey, Whatever
or whomever did this had a reason for doing this to you. I don't know how but
they did it. But you my dear have a second chance at life, but this time, to
take care of and raise a beautiful little girl. I do hope you have a husband
too. Then you will be complete woman. Okay so now you're only two-thirds
complete." Irene said giving me a light pinch on the arm.
After cleaning her and
replacing the diaper, I realized that I hadn't changed one in many years. Oh
well, it needed to be done, but I would have to do something about these
fingernails. I didn't want to scratch and injure my daughter with these talons
they were dangerous. I guess we will do okay. The only thing is I wished that
my hands would stop shaking.
I picked up the baby
carefully asking her, "Are you hungry, Sweetie?"
My new daughter looked at
me smiling and gurgled.
"Well I guess that's
a yes, huh." I said walking over to the rocking chair with her in my arms.
Prior to sitting down,
somehow I manage to hold the baby and smooth out my sundress before sitting
down in the rocker. Why? I untied the shoulder strings, allowing the covering
to fall exposing my bra'd breasts. I managed to pull out the breast pads after
unhooking my bra.
"Okay Sweetie
Breakfast is ready." I said as I positioned the baby and myself. She found
my nipple and started to suckle at once. I picked up a folded shawl from the
side table placing it over the baby and myself so we wouldn't chill. I looked
up noticing that both of my sisters had left the room.
Looking down again at the
baby I said softly, "Well I guess we're stuck with each other Sweetie.
I'll try to be a good mommy to you. You sure are cute." I gave the baby a
motherly kiss and smiled contentedly. In the recesses of my mind I thought that
my sister's were holding something back from me. What was it?
My sisters returned to the
nursery shaking their heads.
"My, my Sis, you
certainly have adapted to your new status. She does look content in your arms."
Irene said with a smile.
"Sis, we don't want
to worry you but we went through the house. We looked for formula or pureed
baby food and couldn't find any. We noticed that there were no sharp objects of
any type anywhere. We did find an electric Breast Pump and Baby bottles though
they've never been used.
We wondered if the sharp
objects were removed because of you and your new status. You know Post Partum
Depression maybe."
I had to wonder myself if
they, him or whatever thought I would commit suicide. I was too strong mentally
to do that, I think. I adapted to a situation that most would have done
themselves in. Okay, I hate the sight of blood especially if it's mine.
"By they way, there
was a strange man across the street looking at the house. He scared the hell
out of me when I saw him in looking into the window." Karla said
"What else is going
to happen?" I asked feeling as if I was trapped into a situation with no
escape possible. While thinking I switched the baby to my other breast. I never
saw a happier baby. She was always smiling after she was given a dry diaper and
fed. She was happy and healthy. I guess that I was happy too. I found
peacefulness, no tranquility in my new role as a nursing mother, although my
nipples did hurt from the breast-feeding.
While I put myself back
together the baby played with my hair. I really do have to get my hair cut or
there were going to be problems.
"Irene, could you or
Karla cut my hair, please?" I asked.
"I should say not.
Your hair is gorgeous. Why do you want to cut it?" Irene said.
"The baby is always
pulling it or playing with it. It just seemed to be a sensible idea."
Karla left the room and re
entered holding a red scrunchie and hairbrush in her hand.
"We should of thought
of this before. I guess we forgot that babies play with hair or earrings that
dangle."
Just as she said those
words the baby spit up on my shoulder. Oh the blessed joys of Motherhood I
thought. Karla and Irene found the adjoining bathroom. They went in and came
out with a towel and damp face cloth. They both helped to clean the baby and
me.
Irene took the baby from
my arms saying, "I'll hold the little Sweetie so Karla can help you with
your hair."
In nothing flat Karla had
my hair brushed and into a Ponytail. She took me into the bathroom to show me
myself in a mirror. Oh Lord, I really did look young, too young to be a mother
or Oh My Lord, a wife. My thoughts almost caused me to Hyperventilate. Wife,
Mother Oh Shit, Lover, pregnant! Please kill me now, my brain screamed. How,
there's nothing sharp in this house, it said mumbling in return.
Karla must have seen the
panic in my eyes and facial expressions. She placed her hand onto my shoulder
giving it a slight squeeze. I calmed down and turned toward her saying,
"I'm scared, Sis."
"Don't worry we'll
help Sis, That's what families are for. All the girls in the family will help
you."
Karla held my forearm in
reassurance as we left the bathroom. Suddenly my mind screamed, ‘All the
girls!’ Now I knew there would be hell to pay for all the hell I caused them
while they grew up. I went to the dresser and pulled out red shorts and a red
T-shirt styled top for the baby. I found cute white baby sandals in her closet.
Within minutes I had her dressed. Irene brushed her hair out (which was not
long) placing barrette's in it. We all agreed the baby looked adorable! Like
mother like daughter. Oh crap, did I just think that too?
Since the baby and I were
dressed, we all descended to the main living room at the front of the house. I
sat on the couch with the baby in my arms facing the windows. Irene and Karla
went to the kitchen. I gazed about the tastefully furnished room. I thought it
was simplistic in design yet fully functional for entertaining guests.
As I looked about the room
I looked out the front bay window looking past the security fencing and
driveway gates. I happened to see a man on the other side of the street from
the house. He just stood there looking at the house. I expected him to go on
his way but he didn't, he continued to stare at the house. At first I thought
he might be out for a stroll although it was possible he may have been looking
at the flora and fauna in the front yard garden. Maybe he would lose interest
and leave. The man appeared to be normal having short auburn hair and clean
clothes, but you never know today about people.
For some unknown reason I
shuddered. I was thankful of the energy saving photosynthesized glass that
allowed you to see out but not in that I realized was installed throughout the
house. Even if the man could see inside all he would see is the baby in my arms
and myself. In many ways I felt insecure. I decided to check the front door
making sure it was securely locked.
I then walked toward the
kitchen
Chapter Six:
As we were walking toward
the kitchen from the foyer hallway, I noticed a purse on a table there. I
grabbed the purse and entered the kitchen with my sisters making coffee.
I sat down at the
breakfast counter laying the purse down with the baby still in my arms. Karla had
just placed a cop of coffee before me.
"Whose purse is
that?" Irene asked.
Just as she said that
there was a resounding crash from the rear of the house. I began to tremble as
I almost fell from the padded stool, and the baby whimpered. We were both frightened
by the sound but I wanted to run, no I was determined to protect my daughter.
Karla stayed with the baby
and me as Irene ran out the kitchen door with a skillet in her hands. She had
always been the brave one when we were growing up. She was neither afraid of
anyone or anything especially growing up the youngest in our household. Oh how
we tormented her.
Several minutes later she
had returned to us saying, "In the back of the house I found a trashcan
lying on its side with a cat sniffing at the trashcan. It was my assumption
that the cat had knocked the can over. By the way have you been outside
yet?"
"No, Why?" I
said.
"Well just for
starters you are right on the oceanfront. There's a wonderful pool, Jacuzzi,
small garden, poolhouse and deck. I think you're pretty well off Sweetie."
"I was pretty well
off before and you two know that. I had a plan for retirement, now I guess I
have many more years to plan for it."
Relaxing with the friendly
banter of my sisters, I reached for the purse.
"Hey Karla, take a
look at that purse, It's a Mila Schon! Rodeo Drive stuff! Okay Sweets, you do
have money or your husband does."
"We know Sweetie it's
just that eventually you're going to have to face the truth. You're an adorable
piece of womanhood. If you do have a husband, consider yourself blessed or
cursed as the case may be." Irene said.
"Here we go again
with that husband stuff! Will you two lay off! I just don't need to think about
that just yet. There's just too much that's been dumped into my lap. A daughter
is just one of those. So can it, Huh!"
"Irene, she's so
grouchy, I bet she's close to her time of the month."
I ignored what they were
saying as I dug into the contents of the purse after I dumped it
unceremoniously onto the counter.
The purse contained the
necessities such as makeup, hairbrush, nail polish, emery boards, lipstick,
sanitary pads, a bulging clutch purse, checkbook, cigarettes and lighter,
Address Book, red velvet jewelry bag, cell phone and many keys on a Taz key
ring.
I picked up the clutch
purse opening it. Inside were photos of the baby and a man holding her. He was
tall, muscular, brown haired and good-looking. I handed all those pictures to
Irene and Karla. In another compartment were filled with Bank Credit Cards, American
Express (all of the Platinum series), an ATM card and over $1000.00 in cash. In
a concealed compartment were all the P.I.N's, Banks, account numbers and
balances of all.
I was about to put the
clutch away when I noticed a Drivers License, Social Security card and folded
were also other papers. I took out a Drivers License and looked at the
photograph nearly passing out. It was I! Or at least the person I now was. My
name was now Arlene Francine Foster-MacGregor, Age 19. Holy Shit I wasn't even
21 yet and a mother but the maiden name was correct. Folded up was a copy of
my, no our Wedding Certificate, my husband's name was Gordon Michael MacGregor,
Age 24.
Next I found in the clutch
was a Birth Certificate of the baby, Lynn Allison Foster-MacGregor; Age 6
weeks. There were also copies of both Gordon's and my Birth Certificates and a
new license identification card issued by the State of California to me.
I handed all these to
Irene and Karla.
I needed to think a
moment; the name of Gordon MacGregor rang the proverbial bell.
"Well Arlene, hey,
that name fits you. I love it!" Karla said.
"Yeah and I remember
where I heard that name before. The kid, I'm sorry my husband has an investment
brokerage firm that does business with the bank I work for, no worked for. We
went out several times for luncheon meetings. He's a good kid and very
intelligent in the banking field, very personable, not stuck up or snobby in
the least. Very old money left to him by his deceased relatives or something.
That still doesn't answer
what happened. This just confuses me more."
I reached for the opened
pack of cigarettes, taking one and the lighter. Handing the baby to Irene, I
lit it. Now why did I do that? I gave up smoking over 10 years ago. I exhaled
the smoke, getting up to get an ashtray from the cabinet. Now how did I know it
was there? All I knew is the cigarette tended to relax me but tasted terrible.
While I smoked the
cigarette, I could see that both my sisters were displeased, tough shit. I
didn't care at the moment what they thought. I thought to myself, if the real
mother should show up she'll probably kill me for several reason. The reasons
flooded the first was for assuming her place as wife and mother; breast feeding
her baby, living in her home and quite possibly many other things that I
haven't thought of. I picked up the jewelry bag dumping the contents; out of it
came a diamond engagement and matching wedding ring with diamonds that could
sink a ship. For an unknown reason I placed them onto my left-hand ring finger.
Oh Crap! I'm in really, really deep shit! Now how do I come up smelling like a
rose? All Karla and Irene did was give a knowing smile.
Chapter Seven:
As I sat I picked up the
drivers license again looking at it. Placing the contents back into the purse
and closing it, I started to question my sanity, remembering who and what I was
before. What if this woman really was me? What if this house was really mine?
What about little Lynn was she mine also? How could I have a baby and not remember
the pregnancy and birth? Why didn't I remember anything of Arlene's life if I
was truly she? I had all of Andrew's memories over fifty year’s worth. Gee it
was like an episode of the television series the Outer Limits with no end to
the plot. How in the hell did I wind up in someone else's life? What happened
to the other Arlene? Is this what they called an alternative universe: the
Doppelganger Effect? I want my own life back!
I got up from my stool
walking toward the living room. My composure was leaving. I started to shake,
violently trembling. I needed to leave this house. I needed the fresh air. I
needed to think. I looked at the rings that were on my finger. I looked out the
window not seeing the man I saw before. No one was on the street.
Walking back through the
Foyer again I saw a stroller. I opened it, rolling it back to the kitchen.
Taking the baby from Irene's arms I placed her in the stroller.
"I assume you want to
go for a walk or ride somewhere." Irene said.
"I have to get out of
here. I just need to clear my head and think things out."
"Well why don't you
at least do some window shopping. We saw a shopping center with one not too far
away."
"Okay, we understand,
but I want Karla to go with you, I'll stay here in case anyone comes. Also
here's a list of what Lynn needs. We noticed that the refrigerator is full as
is the freezer and pantry."
"Irene, I think you
should go with us. I don't know what is going on. I don't like the idea of you
staying here by yourself."
"I think Arlene might
just be right." Karla said.
"I guess you both may
be right. Then let's go, I'll hold onto the list."
The four of us walked back
to the foyer. We stopped for a moment so I could check to see if Lynn was
secure in her stroller. Panic-stricken again, I thought about the baby needing
a diaper changing or spitting up.
Stuffed into a corner was
a pink bag, which I opened. In it were extra diapers, wipes, powder, Desitin,
sunscreen, a towel, and a light sweater for me, a change of clothes for the
baby and a light blanket. It was just what we needed. Irene graciously took the
bag smiling as she placed it over her shoulder with her purse. I took my purse
and did the same after her hand signals. It was out the door we went with Karla
locking the door behind us.
Nothing eventful happened
as we all left the porch. My panic seemed to subside gradually as we got
further from the house and through the security gates leading to the street. In
some respects I was self conscious about wearing the clothes I had on. I
imagined everywhere I went that people would stop, stare, point at me and
laugh.
Here I was, a used to be
overage man, that looked like a teenager girl, was dressed as a teenage girl.
Could or would anyone know of my past life? I surely hoped not, nonetheless I
was afraid, very afraid of my predicament. Thank goodness for Irene and Karla
coming with the baby and me. I managed to take a deep breath, to compose
myself, forcing myself to relax and once again to adapt to my situation.
When we were at the driveway
I saw Irene's car and a new red metallic Hummer H-2 in an open doored garage. I
had to assume that was to be my vehicle. Why in the world couldn't I have a
small car? I guess it was a safety thing. I looked for the key ring I found
earlier, handing the keys to Irene.
"Wait a minute there
Sis, you expect me to drive that tank?" Irene said.
You expect me to drive
after all I've been through?" I said.
Without a further word
spoken, Irene found the electronic device to open the doors on the Hummer,
doing so. We found a baby carrier in the back seat; I placed Lynn into it, with
me sitting next to her. After everything needed was placed into the vehicle
Irene started it backing up and out through the gates.
When the gates closed to
the property I was amazed with the vehicle. It was custom made, having all the
latest gadgets and some I've never seen before. I looked at Karla and Irene;
both seemed to having a good time as we drove and spoke of old family
reminiscences. Lynn just slept in her carrier. Me, I looked for the bar and
booze!
Irene drove the Hummer
into a parking lot of one of the local malls that catered to the locals as well
as tourists. After parking we all got out heading to the supermarket. I
couldn't help the feeling that we were being watched. I looked around but saw
nothing unusual bot again I was in a strange place. As I pushed the stroller,
Irene and Karla were on either side of me holding onto me giving the much
courage and support that I needed. Arlene was awake and very happy to be
outside or so it seemed. A breeze picked up in velocity making it difficult to
push the stroller and hold down my dress as we walked along the pavement to the
sidewalk.
Both Irene and Karla began
to laugh with Karla saying, "You'll get used to it. Just think of how many
men are hoping your dress goes up. How many of them may well have a Heart
Attack if it does?"
There was no one around
but I still had that feeling of being watched.
Chapter Eight:
We had been walking toward
the sidewalk; there was an area that was used as a type of alleyway between
buildings for deliveries. I noticed that the man I saw at the house earlier was
standing near that alleyway. He seemed to be waiting and watching. My fear
factor climbed. How in the hell did he get here? How in the hell did he know we
were coming to this particular mall?
I stopped suddenly which
seemed to surprise the Auburn headed man a bit but he did recover quickly. He
took several steps toward the stroller and us in a non-threatening way.
We were several feet away
from the man when I stopped abruptly saying, no almost yelling, "Do we
know you?" The words came out of my mouth in a little girl way. I was
frightened out of my wits. I knew that the sound of my voice was not
intimidating to anyone or anything.
The man looked quizzically
toward us saying, "You have my baby." He had a pained facial
expression along with the body language.
I was very close to panic,
running to the doors and safety of one of the stores close by. It was then that
I realized that this man was the mother of Lynn. She was the former inhabitant
of this body. I don't know how, but my feelings seemed true. (Okay, I'll say
it, Woman's Intuition-Better now!)
"Stay away from us.
Don't come any closer." I screamed.
My intuition sensed, no
screamed that this man was on the verge of violence. It screamed to me to run!
I saw that this man was clenching and unclenching his fists possibly to indulge
himself in hurting us, no me. He stood still moving his mouth with no words
coming out. There was anger in his eyes along with hate for me. I was the
interloper in his life.
Irene was about to say
something. She decided not too. I think that if she had said anything it would
have worsened the situation. This man was deranged! He was certifiably
demented!
My primary objective was
to maintain the safety of Lynn and my sisters. I started to walk again pushing
the stroller making Irene and Karla follow. I knew that if there were a
physical confrontation I would lose, as this body was not large of physically
muscular. We had to get past this person that was on the edge of psychotic
behavior. Ahead of us was a jewelry shop. I hoped that it would be open. That
was our destination.
Drawing up parallel to the
man he blurted out, "She won't let you keep her. She will take everything
away from you."
The son of a bitch was
following us. Because of the heat, the pavement was becoming slippery due to
the petro chemicals being released.
I screamed over my
shoulder, "Leave us alone!"
He stayed his distance but
continued to follow. Stalking us!
"You'll never keep
her. You can't have her you bitch! You're dead!" He said.
I stated to let loose my
tears of anger, frustration and fear. The only things that helped were my
thoughts of Lynn and my sisters. The man still came toward us as I looked over
my shoulder.
There was a woman that
came from the doors of the antique or jewelry shop coming toward us. I heard
the footsteps of someone running behind me, running away.
I quickly pushed the
stroller toward the woman. Karla and Irene followed me not saying a word.
During the verbal altercation I had hoped that those two would remain quiet and
not add fuel to a fire that could spread into a disaster. As I have said those
two could be formidable opponents.
I quickly closed the
distance between the lady and myself that had perhaps saved all of us. She
seemed to be waiting for us. What was I going to say to her? All I could say
was thanks from all of us. At the last moment I was going to try to avoid her
but decided against it.
"Are you ladies
Okay?" she asked politely and with true concern.
I was taken aback for a
moment. I didn't know for a moment to whom she was addressing. I then recovered
remembering my present state. I looked the woman that appeared to be concerned
about all are welfare. She was perhaps in her mid thirties to early forties,
with dark hair done into a French Braid. If I were a male again I would not
hesitate to ask the woman out for dinner she was a stunner in her looks. Her
eyes were what caught my attention. They show immense intelligence, love and a
special caring. They appeared to be wise beyond her ways. My intuition kicked
in telling me that she knew about my new life. Could she be trusted; again my
intuition said yes. I would have to take a position of wait and see.
"Yes, We're all
okay."
"I guess he was
scared and ran."
"It was you that must
have frightened him. We have to thank you for coming to our aid."
"You're shaking,
Honey. Are you sure you're all okay?"
"Sure, my sisters took
us out to get groceries and shop a little."
"Oh my she's just
adorable. What's the little darling name?"
"Lynn Allison and
she's 6 weeks old."
"She just as sweet as
can be." She said bending over and touching Little Lynn's hand.
The baby took the lady's
finger immediately, smiling all the while.
"She surely is a
happy baby. That's good, that means she's loved by those around her."
All I could do was smile
and tell her thank you. I then began to realize that the baby did mean a great
deal to me. I was becoming attached to her. What was that term? Oh yes,
bonding. I had become bonded to her as any mother does to their children. Whoa
now back up! Did I just say as any mother? I was not her mother! Oh what the
hell, I guess I probably do look like her mother now, but now I'm more in the
role of her protector. (Yeah I know what you're thinking, Bullshit. Okay you're
right!)
"Look you ladies need
to compose yourselves. My shop is open so come along and I'll make us some tea.
Besides I could use a little company, business doesn't pick up until later in
the week."
"We don't want to
impose upon you, Oh, alright."
Why I accepted I really
don't know. I didn't want to go home to that house yet.
Chapter Nine:
We walked with the shop
owner. As we walked, I thought of many things that I kept private. The first
thought was if I was the true mother of Lynn that I might have acted the way
that the Auburn hair man did. Someone had stolen both of our lives scrambling
them ever so well. Was there a reason to this insanity that I did not perceive?
Why had I not handed Lynn to that person? Why didn't I try to reason with him?
Perhaps between us we may have found out what had happened to us. But if I
remember correctly my senses screamed that there was something not quite right
with that person.
The very thought of that
person recognizing Lynn! It was nerve shattering! The thoughts of that person
being mentally deranged were as noticeable as a blind person walking. And that
blind person was trying to cross the street holding their white, red tipped
cane. If my problem became physical how was I to defend myself and protect
Lynn? I was now almost a foot shorter, many pounds less and no musculature
strength then I had as a male.
I was shaken from my
thoughts as the woman asked saying, "I know it's none of my business, but
did you know him?"
No I saw him around my
house near Malibu this morning. I would have known if I had ever met him. Is
there a reason you asked that?"
"Not really, I have
seen him around here before but that was a very long time ago, months actually.
He was around here with woman that looked like you. I thought you might have
gotten a separation or a divorce from him. Was he a boyfriend or lover?"
"Sorry, but no it
wasn't me that you saw. Absolutely not!"
"I'm sorry I didn't
mean to make you defensive. I do remember you walking around here with a dark
haired man when you were pregnant though, that's why I asked."
I didn't know how to
answer. What the hell was going on? I saw the looks that Karla and Irene were
giving the lady and myself. They were totally confused as I was.
We arrived at her shop,
going inside. I guided the stroller inside; the baby was still smiling when I
checked her. I was amazed that she didn't become upset with all the screaming
that had been done.
The Shop had a multitude
of display cases with mirrors at different areas for customers to use. The
items that were on display were all antique, custom made and expensive. It
consisted mostly of rings, necklaces, anklets, earrings and sets.
"Are you the designer
and craftsperson of all these?"
"You don't remember
me or speaking to me do you?"
"I'm sorry I
don't."
"We had been friends,
you had bouts of Post Partum Depression later. That's what I think the doctor
called it."
Do I look or seem
different to you?"
"Would you ladies
like black or green tea, Karla, Irene, Arlene?"
We all agreed on black
tea. After she went to the back to prepare the tea, the discussion began.
"Arlene, she knows
about you and us, even our names. I think she knows of the body switch that
occurred. I don't know but I think somehow she's involved." Karla said
softly.
"Do you think we
should leave?"
"Absolutely not! She
may be a key to this whole mystery." Irene said.
"Yes but she is
starting to ask questions that I can't or won't have the answers to. I don't
want to be committed to an asylum and I don't want people thinking I have
mental problems either."
"Don't worry we're
here for you Sis. We'll help as much as we can." Karla said.
"And so will I."
The lady said as she came from the back continuing by saying, "I wasn't
trying to eavesdrop. This shop has excellent acoustics, I'm so sorry for
hearing your conversation. Arlene Honey, I will help you as much as possible.
Right now I am limited in what I can say." She said before going to the
back again to a whistling teakettle.
Before I could say
anything Lynn started to get feisty. I thought to myself please not now I have
so many questions that need to be answered. I un-strapped her from the stroller
took her into my arms. She was hungry and needed to be fed. I didn't want to
take her back to the Hummer for fear that the man may still be out there
waiting. I saw a large couch, tables and chairs near the back of the store and
started walking to it.
We all managed to get to
the couch and chairs. Karla handed me a towel and the light blanket. To untie
the straps and releasing my breasts stared to become second nature to me. I
pulled out the nursing pads from my bra, adjusted myself to a comfortable position
allowing Lynn to begin suckling. Those wondrous feelings again washed over me
as I breast fed although my nipples were getting sore. I smiled when I looked
at her.
"That suits Arlene.
Doesn't it ladies." The lady said in full voice as she came back holding a
tray with a teapot, four mugs and necessities.
My sisters nodded their
heads in agreement as they each took mugs of the steaming brew.
"This is a first for
you drinking tea, usually it's coffee or pop." Irene said.
"My Lord, I can't
believe it either." Karla said
The woman smiled as my
sister gave me the raspberries. I just tolerated what they said.
"I can tell you are
all from the same family even-though the body similarities are not evident.
Arlene would you like honey or cream in your tea?"
"Just the way it is
please."
Before I knew what was
happening she went right to the jugular vein.
"Are you having
problems again at home?"
"Other that strange
man today among other things, no"
"No Sweetie, I meant
with nursing Lynn."
"What's happening to
her is that she's inflamed around the nipples. We never breast fed our children
so………" Karla said.
"I guess, Oh hell, is
it supposed to hurt like this?"
"Please take her
off."
I gently removed little
Lynn from my breast. Wow what a fit she threw. The woman then showed me how to
make Lynn to take more of the breast into her sweet mouth. Also she showed me
to hold the flesh back away from the baby's nose so she could breath.
"Honey the problem
was she wasn't on all the way. She is not going to choke on you. Now the milk
is another matter. If she's not on right just pull her off, the both of you
will learn quickly."
