In Transformation Park, every ride and concession stand can transform reality. Get fattened up on the Hansel and Gretel Ride, attend a gender-bending ball, or watch your crush steal your muscles in the "Test Your Strength" booth. Over a dozen erotic transformation tales of all kinds await you inside...

You can read the first section of the book, "Hansel and Gretel," free on this site. Hansel and Gretel (spoiler alert!) contains weight gain, age progression, and gender change.

“Congratulations,” Maggie said as she squeezed William’s free hand. “I’m so proud of you.” Maggie placed the envelope containing his employment offer in the back seat.

“Thanks,” William replied, nodding while keeping his eyes on the road. “Working for this hospital really is an opportunity of a lifetime…but I’m sad that things will be different. We’re lucky that we were both in college together this year. But I’d rather not go off to the East Coast without you.” Maggie, still in her undergrad program, had a quite a few years to go before she would be were William was, finally starting his residency as a doctor.

“You’re sweet, William,” Maggie responded. “But, you know, there are other options.” 

“We agreed that this the optimal decision. It’s not perfect, but we’ve already analyzed all the alternatives…” William said.

“Not…all the alternatives,” Maggie said with a poignant pause. “I could get on the track to graduate early, and maybe you could put your career plans on hold for a little bit.” 

“You, graduate early?” William asked. “Well, I suppose. But what would it matter? You agreed earlier that given my circumstances, taking this job offer was the right thing.” William stated, somewhat confused.

“Pull over, honey,” Maggie instructed, and William complied. Their car slowed to a stop on the empty, private gravel road. “Tell me the truth: would you mind if things changed?” 

“What are you implying?” William asked suspiciously.

“If I altered a few…little things. I’ve always felt that there was something just little out of place with us.” Maggie said slowly.

“How could you do that?” William inquired.

“Oh, leave that to me,” Maggie said through laugher. “I just wouldn’t feel right about it if I didn’t have your permission first.” 

“My permission for you to do what, exactly?” William asked, feeling more puzzled by the minute.

“To make a few changes,” Maggie replied enigmatically.

“What kind of changes, Maggie?” William said exasperatedly.

Maggie leaned over the seat and placed her lips flush against William’s ear. She slowly and seductively whispered, “Special ones….and…” she added as she pulled away, “You won’t have to worry about your job conflicting with our relationship.”

“Well, that sounds superb to me. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Maggie. I really do want to do whatever I can to make this work with us.”

“That’s what I needed to hear, William. Lie back in your seat and please, close your eyes.” 

William still wasn’t sure what he was getting himself into. But he had learned to accept those kinds of instructions from Maggie readily, as it always led him to pleasure. 

Maggie pulled her lithe body up from her car seat. She glanced around. The private, wooded road was still deserted. They had total privacy.

She slowly pulled her body on top of his and straddled him. She ran her fingers across his handsome, mature looking facial features. She felt her hands run other his suit-covered body, appreciating the muscular frame that he had developed with his strict exercise regimen during grad school. She concentrated on remembering him as he was, at that exact moment. 

Maggie mentally said goodbye to William, the recent med school graduate. She placed her hands around the back of his neck, pulled him forwards into a tight embrace, and kissed him.

At first, the kiss was nothing more than locked lips. Then, ever so slightly, she used her tongue to lick his lips. The lips parted, and the two kissed for barely a moment before Maggie pulled her lips away.

“William, what do you plan to do now that you’ve finished med school?” She asked with purpose.

“Maggie, I’ve still got another year to go,” William casually responded as Maggie started deeply into his eyes. He did seem younger, though it was hard to really discern it physically. How well had she remembered his features from just a few moments ago? “You’re lucky you’ve put organic chemistry behind you in your undergrad. That was my worst year ever.” 

“Organic chemistry?” Maggie asked. She hadn’t taken that course. And yet…as she thought about it, she did remember taking it, clearly. She both remembered taking it and not having taken it at once.

“Yeah, that class is always hard,” William said as he took advantage of their closeness by slowly grinding his body against hers, reminding Maggie that chemistry isn’t the only thing that was hard. “Were you thinking about next year? It’s going to be sad, if I get accepted to a really good hospital back east and I have to leave you behind here. I really don’t want us to be apart.” 

Maggie bit her lip and nodded. He had an excellent point. She hadn’t fixed the problem with her alteration. Their transfer had only shifted things one year. He’d still be leaving next year. Their dilemma hadn’t been solved at all – the can had just been kicked down the curb a year. 

She looked down at her boyfriend. He looked almost identical to how she remembered him. Perhaps there was room for more change. Perhaps the very best thing to do, Maggie concluded, was to make two the same age. If they were in the same year of schooling for medicine, this wouldn’t be an issue at all. One more age transferring magical kiss ought to do the trick. 

Maggie mentally reminded herself to be careful before she began. She only knew how to do this in one direction, and it wasn’t reversible.

She leaned towards William and hugged him tightly. She thought about her memories from her last year of college – memories she didn’t have just a few moments ago, yet they were more real to her now than any memory she had in her head, perhaps more so.

She undulated her slender body over his fit one, exciting them both. Before she could decide whether or not the kiss was the right thing to do, William became overwhelmed with lust and their mouths met. 

This time, the kiss was far more passionate. Maggie couldn’t help herself. She had only barely licked his lips before. Now that they were really kissing, she could feel the energy completely. The more intense it became and the longer it lasted, the better it felt. Maggie felt her entire body tingling with glorious sexual energy. 

After a while, Maggie’s mind finally remembered the consequences. The kiss was enchanted, how could she have forgotten? She quickly stopped, but knew right away she had lingered longer than she had intended.

After the first kiss, William’s clothes had remained the same: the professional suit, which he wore almost always since they had met. Now, he had on a different outfit: one Maggie could never remember seeing him in. It was too casual, too unprofessional to be his.

He was younger now, clearly younger. In fact, it was obvious to Maggie that William was significantly younger than when she had first met him. Yet, the more she tried to convince herself of this, her memory changed. Now, she had two memories of her meeting with him: one, in which she had met an older, professional, med school attending man, and another…in which she had reached med school before he did. She felt her memories of years of classes flood into her temples. The effective instant education was almost overwhelming. 

“I’m going to miss you,” William cooed.

“Miss me?” Maggie said in a daze.

“Yeah. When you leave for back east, you know.” 

“Back east?” Maggie asked, still in shock.

“Yeah…the hospital internship…” William said sheepishly.

Maggie loudly groaned. She hadn’t solved anything. Their situations were merely reversed now. 

And yet…feeling William’s caresses on her body and seeing the eager, young, innocent look on his face was fast helping her forget. She pulled him close and wrapped her arms around his back, letting her fingers gently play with his hair. She was the older woman now, not just in control during a few moments of passion, but also in principle. Was this the thrill William had once felt in dating a younger woman – the way it used to be?

Though he was young, William was not at all shy. She felt his arms starting to feel her body, still situated on top of his in the driver’s seat. They were, thin, scrawny arms, not yet defined by years of exercise. She could feel him, in his amateur way, trying to slip his hands up her shirt – which was a lot nicer a shirt than she had remembered owning before. She shifted her position on top of him to allow his arm easier access. She felt a tingle go through her body, and was surprised at how much there was to squeeze.

She turned and looked in the rear view mirror. Sure enough, her face looked a little softer, her cheeks and chin a little rounder. She suddenly remembered how she had put on the freshman 15 in college, along with more weight for sophomore, junior, and senior. That thought didn’t seem to bother her at all, though, as she rolled it around in her mind. In fact, as William’s arms roved up and down her curvy, softer, more womanly frame, the thought excited her. 

She cuddled with her younger boyfriend, enjoying the sensations more than she had ever felt before. Their new bodies had a delicious balance.

But there was something more there as well. She had spent all their relationship, in one life anyway, as the younger one, the immature one, the uneducated one, and occasionally the submissive one. That was over. The relationship was completely in her hands. William was hers to shape and mold however she liked.

That thought aroused Maggie. More so than she already was. She loved her power over him, her new abilities to love and nurture him. 

William was doing his best to remove her clothes but was having a great deal of difficulty. As entertaining as that was, Maggie could not help but start thinking that there were still going to be problems in their relationship. She was leaving for her internship, apparently, and William was still stuck in the middle of his undergrad. That wouldn’t do. 

Or would it? She could probably manage, although it would be difficult. She felt a powerful urge to act, but the motivation seemed to be a mystery, if it wasn’t about saving the relationship.

The realization finally hit Maggie with a mixture of shame and delight. It was just at that moment that William succeeded in pulling off Maggie’s top. She could feel his erection pushing through his pants onto her bare, slightly round stomach.

She knew what she wanted to do: she wanted to accentuate the situation. She wanted to push it just a little bit farther. “If he was just a little bit younger, a little bit more inexperienced, a little more malleable…and if I was just a little older, a little more settled, a little more in control…” She could feel this train of thought rapidly arousing her. 

The temptation quickly became too much. She leaned in, wrapped her arms him as tightly as she could, and kissed.

This kiss was different than the others. It was hungrier, more desperate. At first, she felt herself battling his tongue with her own. Then, she felt herself overpower him, kissing him more deeply than she ever had. She could slowly feel the magic running down, losing its power to change. She held onto his body tightly, continuing to kiss greedily. She wanted to drain him of every last drop.

When she pulled away, William was younger. Not really a boy, but not really a man either. A senior in high school, probably. Just barely legal. 

His young faced stared up at Maggie with many emotions, including fear, excitement, and curiosity. Most of all, there was love. He gazed up at her the way a child might look at an angel.

“I love you,” he said as he pulled her in for a hug. The hug itself was innocent, yet at their height and position, his face was resting on her breasts. Not sure exactly what to do, but obviously interested in them, he simply nuzzled his face in them gently. The mixture of his innocence and awakening sexual curiosity was extremely exiting to her.

And how large those breasts were! Searching for an explanation, her mind was flooded with memories. Her budding, successful career in medical research. Long meetings and nights at the lab with little time for exercise. At home, plenty of time for milk and donuts. Ice cream socials at work…

“I love you too, William.” Maggie said at last.

“William? That always sounds so old. Why can’t you just call me Billy, like everyone else?” He asked in his younger, higher voice.

“Billy it is, sweetie,” she replied, stroking his face and feeling his young looking hair. She felt him cuddle with her and gently touch her body. His hands touched her husky upper arms and massaged her round pot belly.

She knew that the relationship was changed forever. Before the shift, it had been on the cusp of good taste in terms of the age gap. Now, it was completely past that. It was now almost completely forbidden and unusual, even more so now that the woman was older.

She sat down and pulled the scrawnier Billy onto her lap. William had told her about his late growth spurt in his early 20’s. Now absent that height, she estimated Billy was slightly shorter than she was. As she stroked his body, she reflected on the new roles they had. She was not merely his girlfriend: she was now so much more. She was the woman who would initiate him into adulthood, help him really understand his body. She would be a friend and an advisor to him, an educator. 

As she cuddled with Billy, she reveled at the new balance their bodies had. She loved how she was not just older, but also bigger, taller, and softer than he was. She was in complete control.

She was now his nurturer, his protector. She would love him and care for him and even treat him like a child – a child eager to discover his budding manhood. She would baby him and love him, becoming almost a mothering figure to him.

All of this aroused her almost beyond belief. She thought about how they would look together in public. Others would laugh or be shocked or chalk it up to a stupid fad. The social friction she knew she would face somehow made it even more alluring. 

Billy looked her straight in the eyes. His young face was filled with love and adoration and devotion.

“Maggie, you’re everything to me,” he said.

“You’re a good boy, Billy. A very good boy. Would you like Maggie to give you a treat?” 

Billy nodded vigorously, and Maggie slowly slipped her hand down Billy’s stomach, tickling him as she went. His laugh was high pitched and childish. Eventually, her had reached his underwear and entered it. 

She could tell by the expression on his face that the sensations were new and shocking, but pleasant. She gently went to work massaging his cock, and it quickly came to life in her skilled, soft hands. 

Before very long at all, he was moaning with appreciation. Maggie leaned in and very gently kissed him, and he kept moaning through the kiss. He came quickly, spraying his body and his clothes with his own cum.

“That was really nice, Maggie,” Billy said, and he slowly kissed at her neck and breasts in ways which were both innocent and sexual.

Maggie used her other hand to gently caress his hair as she kissed his forehead. “Good boy, Billy. Maybe later I’ll teach you how to do that for me.” At that, his eyes lit up. “Let’s get you home first.” 

As they switched places and she got into the driver’s seat, she noticed an envelope in the back. Maggie dimly remembered something very vague, the details fading from her mind as if in a dream upon waking. One detail remained as the others drained away. It was an acceptance letter – and offer of employment. But how could that be?

She reached back and took the envelope in her hands. It was an acceptance letter – for Billy to start his undergrad at her Alma Matter!

“Congratulations, baby,” Maggie said as she squeezed Billy’s hand. “I’m so proud of you!” 

“College,” Billy grumbled. “I don’t want to think about it...” 

“Why not?” Maggie said. “Thanks to that opening in division at my job, we can keep living together.”

“I’m just worried about the social life. I’ve never been the most popular guy in high school. What if all the other kids are mean to me?” He asked petulantly. 

“Don’t worry,” she said as she lovingly gazed at him, “My Billy, my sweetie, my perfect boy, I’ll always be there to protect you.” 
~~~
THE END

Want to read another story in which an age transfer helps re-balance a relationship? Check out Trophy Cougar Wife. Sherry is a trophy wife - a young little thing married to a rich older gentleman. But she has a resentful stepdaughter to deal with, and she feels unfulfilled compared to her successful husband. If only there was some way to flip the roles of their relationship... 

Age regression transformation stories mean different things to different people. In this respect, the genre is similar to its cousin,  Age Progression. 

Some age regression stores are purely mental. That is, the person's mental state to change, while their physical body remains the same, like in my recent story Mother of Invention. Others contain a physical change that does not correspond with a mental change, while still others have both mental and physical changes. The most common transformation catalyst is psychological conditioning or hypnosis, though magical wishes and science fiction type tech are frequent as well.

Age regression stories have further divides. How young is the person becoming? Are they simply becoming youthful, or regressing into adolescence, or even further into infancy? Is the Age Regression occurring as part of an identity swap, or is a single person or group of people changing in one direction only? Does the regression prevent them from having adult relationships, or does it help them achieve far more satisfying ones? 

The first age regression stories I read and enjoyed were written by Homer Vargas. My favorite of his was "Ruth's Big Baby" which had a big influence on me. It's a tale of a therapist who regresses a male patient and assumes a relationship with him which is at once sexual and maternal. That theme is present in several of my own stories, most noticeably in one of my personal favorites, Relationship Realignment. 

Age regression is one of the few genres in which the male is often the target of the transformation (it happens maybe about half the time in the stories I've read, whereas I'd say over 90% of age progression or weight gain targets women.)  Age Regressing a man (or a woman) allows them to serve in a more submissive role in a relationship, which is something I'm definitely partial to on occasion. In this sense, my interest in Age Regression is similar to my interest in age progression: it helps tilt the balance of power and changes the dynamics of relationships. They're both different paths to a very similar goal. I explicitly focus on the changing dynamics of "man getting younger, woman getting older" in my ebook Trophy Cougar Wife.

What about you? If you enjoy age regression, what are your favorite stories online? If you'd like to see more Age Regression on this blog, let me know which of my three Age Regression stories you liked the best.

The first ever crowdfunded Transformation ebook, The Transformation Mall contains 11 short stories and vignettes about a variety of characters. Shops can cause weight gain, female muscle growth, age progression, punk changes, gender changes, personality and sexuality shifts, and much, much more, including several brand-new transformation types. At over 34,000 words, The Transformation Mall is easily the longest and most detailed project I've ever done. You can read the first chapter, Cougar Clothes, for free on this site.

College freshman Korie finds herself ensnared by an automated bassinet, a giant baby carriage dedicated on treating her like a baby and mentally regressing her back to childhood. Korie is drawn to a life of fun and play, and soon begins to enjoy her new lifestyle. Things get even more interesting when the operator of the bassinet, a mysterious woman named Veronica, wants to become Korie's new "Mommy" and baby her forever. What future with Korie choose? Read the ebook on Amazon or Smashwords. You can also read Part One of the story below:

The Mother of Invention, Part One

Korie Anderson felt like the fates were conspiring against her. First, she had managed to get lost in a new city, without a map. Then, her cell phone battery died, rendering her unable to look up directions or call a cab. This meant she had missed her business meeting – and with a key client, to boot! To Korie, losing a sale like this was almost as bad a losing a limb. Even if it was just a summer internship, she wanted to take it just as seriously as if she was a grown businesswoman, not a teenager. Finally, a loud and menacing thunderstorm had swiftly moved in, with gales of wind so aggressive that they had blown her umbrella right out of her hand. 
Korie staggered around for several blocks, hoping to find a shop any place with an overhang. Instead, she found a sea of large, nondescript gray buildings that seemed to lack obvious doors. Few cars ventured out onto the streets in this weather, so she couldn’t hope to hitchhike her way out of this mess. 

Finally, she found a building with a slight overhang. She slumped against it, catching her breath for a few moments. As she did, she could hear the thunder approach, and saw the lighting flash before her eyes in increasingly frequent intervals.

She knew she had to get inside a building, and fast. Behind her, were big brass doors, on which was written “Museum of Invention” in a gaudy, old style letters. Beneath them, a slogan read “Tomorrow’s tools, today!” Korie tried to push and bang on the door, but it didn’t budge. She squinted and tried to get a look inside, hoping to make eyes with a sympathetic janitor or security guard. Front what Korie could tell, the interior was unfortunately dark and deserted.

Korie ducked around to the side of the building, which faced a dark alley. She found a window that was partially cracked open. Perhaps a bathroom? She grabbed the dusty pane, and gave it a hard tug. It moved enough to give her an opening to climb through. 

Just as she was about to step in, she hesitated. It was, after all, probably closed, she thought. If it was alarmed, then being arrested for trespassing might be the worst way to end this terrible day.

As she was debating her options, she glanced back towards the street. She heard the sickening crunch of a tree being felled by the storm, then saw a branch flying down the ally towards her. 

“Better jail than road kill,” Korie thought to herself as she vaulted herself into the open window. She could feel the wind whistle past her ears as the airborne log missed her by an inch.

Korie rose to her feet, her heart pounding. When she had calmed down, she realized she was shivering. Her soaked clothes seemed to be making things worse, and the building certainly wasn’t heated. Since she was all alone, she figured that it was better to brave the risk of taking off her clothes than catching pneumonia by staying in them. It didn’t take long to remove the cold, wet garments. Everything except her shoes went into her purse. Her slender form was now nude, stripped of everything but her impeccable posture.

She exited the dimly lit restroom, walking into the hall. The lights were on and the floors were pristinely clean, almost as if someone was expecting an uninvited guest. 

The hall prominently featured huge steel and brass replicas of important inventions. She strolled by the first vacuum cleaner, toilet, and washing machine. Most of the inventions in this wing of the building were apparently revolved around domestic life. She wasn’t sure what made them modern or more advanced.

At the end of the row was something which, according to the plaque, was called an “automated bassinet.” It looked like a baby carriage, but so large that she’d comfortably fit inside. There was a pillow and a pink blanket inside the bassinet, and they looked remarkably inviting. 

Korie cast her eyes around. There were no benches, chairs, or beds. There was nowhere else for her to rest. She felt a longing to rest within it, at least until she was feeling a little warmer. She thought the thing might shake as she lifted her weight into it, but it felt surprisingly sturdy and safe. Korie wrapped the blanket around her cold, exposed body and rested her head on the pillow. She wasn’t sure if it was made out of a special material or if her senses were addled from the tribulations of the day, but it felt like the softest pillow she ever laid her head upon.

Slowly, the basinet started to rock bath and forth. For a split second, Korie feared that her weight was causing the thing to tip over, and she frantically tried to shift from one side to the other to prevent herself from toppling. Once she saw that the rocking was rhythmic and consistent, she realized it must be some kind of feature of the bassinet. It was relaxing, actually, and she felt her eyes starting to close.

The only thing that hampered Korie’s comfort was the fact that her shoes were still on. She hadn’t thought to take them off when she was climbing in, and now she longed for the feeling of her cold toes on the soft, warm blanket. She didn’t want to move the rest of her body, so she tried in vain to have one foot pull the shoe off the other. 

As she was struggling, she heard a metallic whir and saw a pair of mechanical arms rising from the bottom of the bassinet. The arms extended four round little fingers, which proceeded to skillfully remove her shoes.

Korie was not frightened by this. It was, after all, a “modern” bassinet, a device of the future. Still, she was curious how exactly it knew what it was she was trying to do. When she had first spotted the device, she hadn’t perceived anything particularly modern or unusual about it. It looked like an oversized bassinet, nothing more, nothing less. Were there hidden cameras, analyzing her movements to determine her needs? Would the footage be shown to the security team in the morning? She was completely nude – how embarrassing!

Her train of thought was quickly derailed. As the last shoe was removed, one of the fingers scraped against the bottom of her foot. Korie was very ticklish, and couldn’t help but let out a little giggle.

The finger struck again, and soon Korie was paralyzed with fits of laughter. She laughed so loud that only when lack of breath forced her to stop did she hear a voice. A soft, maternal, overly sweet female voice, repeating over and over the phrase “koochie, koochie, koo!”

Korie raised her head and glanced around, expecting to see a janitor or security guard mocking her use of the bassinet. When she saw she was alone, she realized that the voice must be coming from the device itself. 

“Why not?” she thought to herself. “It was tickling me, someone programmed it to say what parents do when they tickle babies.” Instead of tickling her, it now tugged on each toe individually.

“This little piggy went to town. This little piggy went to market. This little piggy went to the nursery…” it said. When she was out of toes, the toe-tugging and the voice ceased, and Korie lay back down.

“Wanna suckie?” came the voice, as the robot hand presented her with a pacifier.

“No,” she said, and then shook her head for effect, hoping the machine would get the message. She was just hoping to be left alone to rest. Hopefully, she thought, the machine would eventually figure out that she wasn’t actually a baby that needed to be taken care of.

It didn’t. Soon, Korie could feel the plastic thing being forced between her lips. She tried to pry it away, but the robot arms held both her hands at bay. Finally, she arched her back and spat the pacifier out. It fell over the side of the crib, and then rolled out of sight. The only evidence that it was ever there was a thin trail of saliva that had been deposited on Korie’s face and chest as she spat it out.

Her stomach let out an audible gurgle, and Korie was reminded of the fact that she hadn’t eaten dinner. “God, I’m hungry,” she said out loud.

“I’ll take off of that,” the voice said. One robot hand raised up a bottle of milk, while the other smacked the bottom of it, causing a torrent of milk to fly straight towards her face.

Korie barely had time to gasp in shock before the milk hit. Some of it got into her mouth, but a lot landed in her hair and on her cheeks. The milk tasted very sweet, but Korie finally had enough. How was she supposed to get warm and dry if she was being sprayed with milk? 

She pushed herself up and tried to swing her legs over the side, but the robot hands pushed her back into the bassinet. Korie struggled against them, but she was no match for strength of the robotic nursemaid.

“Time for burpy,” the voice insisted. Korie tried to push the arms away, but as one rubbed her back, she let out an embarrassingly loud burp. Korie quickly moved to cover her mouth with her hands.

Another hand popped up and presented her with a toy, something that looked like a jack in the box. It had garish clothing and dangling arms, and it was jiggled close to her face. 

Korie wasn’t amused, and resumed trying to wriggle free. One of the floppy arms of the clown-like toy bopped her on the head. 

“Ouch!” she cried out, more in surprise than in pain. She reached her hands out, desperately trying to grab the little clown and stop it from hitting her again. But it retracted so fast that she was left grasping empty air.

Korie quickly returned to her previous task of trying to escape. Each time she tried to roll herself out of the bassinet or lift her legs, the little clown would re-appear and try to smack her while the arms worked to hold her back. A bead of sweat made its way down her brow and towards her neck as she struggled with all her might to push the arms out of the way. When this attempt failed, she flopped back into the pillow, feeling defeated and a little humiliated.

“Time for you to get changed,” the voice said. The arms proceeded to reach out towards her, now holding a cloth diaper. 

“No way!” Korie shouted, and resumed struggling to get out. “What do you think I am! I’m a teenager, not a baby!” she cried out as the arms forced her down and wrapped the cloth around her bottom. “No,” she gasped as she struggled, trying in vain to break free as she was swaddled by the robotic nursemaid. As she saw the flash of sharp steel, Korie froze. 

The steel ended up being an old-fashioned bobby pin, perfect for fastening her cloth diaper. The pin didn’t pierce her skin, but she gasped as she felt the cold metal gently brush against her delicate flesh.

“Kiss and make it better,” the voice said, as another arm doused her with excessive amounts of baby powder. Korie coughed as her lungs inhaled a big cloud of the chalky stuff.

While she was hacking away, she didn’t notice the robotic arms pulling up some new clothes for her to wear. The arms placed a pink shirt and overalls onto Korie’s body before she knew what was happening. She was also fitted with a pink, frilly bonnet.

“Let me out! Let me out right now!” Korie shouted.

“Alright, you go play,” the voice said. The two arms lifted Korie out of the bassinet and gently placed her on the floor. “Hide and seek. I’ll hide!” the voice announced. The bassinet did not move or speak further after that.

Korie wasn’t sure what to do – she wasn’t sure what had happened. The entire experience felt surreal, even dreamlike. She absentmindedly started sucking her thumb, a habit she hadn’t indulged in since she was a child.

Go play had been her instruction. She didn’t have any desire to play. She wanted to leave this place, and as fast as she could. 

As soon as she turned her head towards the bathroom, she knew that leaving wasn’t an option. The storm was likely still raging, and her plan had been to stay until morning. Maybe, at least, she could find a more comfortable place to rest than the basinet. 

Korie gave the end of the bonnet’s lace a hard tug, and managed to pull it off. In an act of defiance, she threw the thing as far as she could, but thanks to its light weight and asymmetric shape, it merely floated in the air for a moment before landing close by. She frowned, frustrated by her inability to get the thing out of her sight. More disconcertingly, Korie couldn’t help but realize that her act of throwing the bonnet was somewhat similar acting like a child throwing a tantrum.

She tried to remove the pin fastening her cloth diaper in place, but the metal thing just wouldn’t budge. On top of that, her cold fingers felt increasingly uncooperative and uncoordinated. Eventually, she decided to simply leave it be, along with her baby clothes. She felt foolish wearing them as a grown up, but at least they were helping to keep her warm. And, she had to admit, they weren’t altogether uncomfortable.

Korie tried to stand up and walk around, but her legs felt weak. The twin ordeals of the storm and the baby carriage had left her feeling physically exhausted. Try as she might, she couldn’t manage to support her own weight upright.

Oddly enough, her upper arms felt fine. After she fell over for the fifth time, she lurched forward a bit on her arms and feet. 

“It’s not crawling,” she told herself, as she did just that. “I’m just…utilizing alternatives to bipedal mobility,” she tried to rationalize. As she lurched her way forwards, she looked at each exhibit, hoping to find a giant replica of a bed or a sofa. 

Instead, Korie was treated to an endless parade of inventions which were impossible resting places. A blender, a toaster, and a stove were obvious non-starters. Korie did pass a fancy looking pet-carrier which looked comfy on the inside, but after her experience with the bassinet, she decided stepping inside a pet carrier was just asking for it.

On and on she crawled, making her way through the hall, which seemed to slightly veer to the right, though she never rounded a corner. She passed computers, washing machines, and fireplaces, and a dozen other definitively unsuitable locations. 

Eventually, Korie spotted a few that seemed familiar. A vacuum cleaner, a toilet, and a washing machine. And then…the bassinet! She had crawled her way around in a big circle.

“Peekaboo!” the voice announced. “Good job, you found me. Are you done playing now? Ready for beddy bye?”

Korie wasn’t sure what to say. Her exploration of the museum hadn’t revealed any other place to stay, or any other obvious exits from the building. And she knew that in her current state, she’d be unable to climb back out of the bathroom window, even if she wanted to brave the storm.

Korie considered just curling up on the floor, and decided it might be safer than another round with the bassinet. A few seconds of that, though, left her feeling achy and shivering. 

Was it really so bad in the bassinet? The thing treated her like a baby, but so what? It was just ‘till morning, and ad least she’d be safe and warm. She reached up towards the thing with her arms, as her legs still refused to give her the strength to stand.

“I’m ready,” she replied.

“Ready for what?” the machine cooed.

“Ready to come back,” she answered.

“Ready for what?” the machine repeated. “Ready for beddy bye?”

“Yes, ready for beddy bye,” she acquiesced, through gritted teeth. The robotic arms lifted her up and gently placed her back down into the baby carriage.

“Dirty, dirty,” the robot nursemaid tisk-tisked at her. The metal hands produced a wet rag to dab at her dusty hands, knees, and elbows.

“That’s cold,” Korie complained, but the ministrations didn’t cease until her extremities were spotless.

“Uh oh, hair got messy too!” the voice proclaimed, as a hand brought out a brush. As she gazed towards her mid-length, brown locks, Korie had to concur. All that crawling around on the floor had left the lower section of her hair coated in dust and tangled. “There there, let me brushy bushy,” the voice said, and stroked her hair with surprising roughness.

“Ouch!” Korie shouted, and the hands began to move more delicately. Korie relaxed a little, her breathing slowing down as she wrapped herself in the blanket and began to close her eyes. She didn’t notice what the hands were doing with her hair once they finished brushing it.

“All done!’ the robotic nursemaid voice announced. A hand provided her with a little mirror to see the results. To Korie’s surprise, not only had her hair been brushed clean, but it had also been set in pigtails. She hadn’t worn that hairstyle since she was two. The pigtails were fastened with bright pink ribbons. Korie tried to undo the pigtails by pulling the ribbons out, but as she did, she heard the distinctive sound of a baby rattle. 

For some reason, the rhythmic sloshing of those beads seemed to rob her of her motivation to undo her hairdo. She felt relaxed and content with the way things were. After all, she could always fix her hair the way she wanted it tomorrow. 

“Num num?” the voice asked. Korie was worried that she’d be greeted with another torrent of milk to the face, so she closed her eyes and braced herself. Instead, of the sloshing of milk, however, she heard the pop of a jar being opened. An applesauce-looking substance, probably some kind of baby food, was brought towards her.

One hand held the spoon, which Korie initially assumed meant that she was to take it and eat it. Instead, the hand scooped the applesauce on its own, and then made a meandering path towards her mouth.

“Open up for the train!” said the voice. “Choo choo!” it added, as the hand carrying the spoon undulated in the air as it headed towards her.

Korie opened her mouth to object, intending to insist that she was perfectly capable of feeding herself. But the moment had her lips parted, the spoon was deftly placed inside her mouth. The food was bland, but it wasn’t exactly unpleasant. 

“Airplane landing!” the voice said when she was ready for the second bite. This time, Korie kept her lips closed, determined maintain at least some level of independence. If she could show the robot nursemaid that she wasn’t going to be fed like a baby, perhaps it would finally figure out she was capable of feeding herself. Perhaps, she thought, it would finally accept the fact that she wasn’t a baby after all.

“Woosh, woosh,” the voice said, continuing mimic the airplane as the hand containing the spoon conducted elaborate recreations of aerial acrobatics. No matter how the ‘plane’ dipped and spun, the contents never spilled out. Korie’s eyes were trained on the spoon, grudgingly impressed with the amount of effort on display.

So intently was Korie focused on the hand with the spoon that she didn’t notice the other hand had begun to reach around in the other direction. Soon, it had reached her stomach and its fingers furiously started tickling.

The sudden shock of the sensation caused Korie to clench her stomach muscles, making her lean forwards just slightly. The tickling made Korie laugh, which meant that her mouth was wide open. The robot nursemaid took full advantage of this, and quickly deposited the contents of the spoon into her laughing maw.

Korie briefly considered spitting the food back up, but thought that might make her look even more infantile. So she grudgingly swallowed down the tan mush, and consented to further spoonfuls. Each bite was presented in some new, baby-friendly scenario, from a clown giving her a balloon, to a volcano erupting, and even a bear going camping in the woods.

“Bedtime story?” the voice asked, once the jar was empty.

“Sure,” Korie agreed.

“Big words OK?” the voice asked again. Korie nodded through a yawn.

“Once upon a time, there was a little princess. She was as happy and as carefree as could be,” the robot nursemaid began. “She was always content, sure in the knowledge that she’d always be protected and safe,” she continued. “But this little princess had big dreams. She wanted to become a titan of industry, to conquer the business world. These dreams caused her much grief. She travelled far and wide, to strange new cities, all in the quest to get a big pot of gold,” said the robot nursemaid. The bassinet began to slowly rock again, and Korie’s eyes started to close.

“But one day, the princess came in from the cold, escaping a terrible storm. And then she came home. All of her grown up cares and worries were slowly forgotten, and all of the struggle of being an adult was left behind, forever. And she could once again be a little princess, happily ever after. The end,” the robot nursemaid concluded, and Korie was sleeping like a baby.

END OF PART ONE

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