I awaken again. This time I am covered in green sterile field sheets. I see Lisa washing her hands and arms all the way to her elbows. I am so high and euphoric. My mind isn’t working … I know there is something I should be afraid of … can’t think.

Lisa turns from the sink with her hands held up. She walks over to a stand. Puts her hands in and rapidly pulls them out. She has surgical gloves on both of them.

She walks to the end of the table to where she is between my legs. I feel the part of the table under my head lift me up and give me a better view of my genital area and what Lisa is doing. She lays out several surgical tools and picks up a scalpel.

She says softly, “Did you have very pleasant baby girl dreams sweetie? Don’t worry, you wont feel any pain baby. I have other protocols to promote fast healing. This procedure should be all complete by the time you wake up tomorrow evening.”

I remember … She is going to …

NO!! NOT THIS!! I cannot speak. Something is strapped in my mouth .

I helplessly . I can feel the tugging and pulling. Thankfully, no pain. I am horrified as I watch her remove vital organs. There is very little blood. I watch as she pours some of the green stuff on the open wound. I lie back. I am totally mind blown.

I feel tugging, pushing., and pulling between my legs. There is a tremendous amount of some kind of jelly forming all over my body. It is really thick and getting thicker.

The operation lasts a long time. I am in a real daze. I know I no longer have any vital organs. I had watched as she removed them. My chest has started to feel weird too. I feel her rubbing me between my legs. I have little sensation there … thank goodness. I look down. Instead of a raw bloody place I expected to see. Everywhere else on my body, was a very thick layer of some kind of gel. I see something else too. On my chest. I cannot believe any of this. I lie back totally incredulous and helpless.

I hear her say in that real cutesy voice, “Ok, baby girl. Mommy has taken all that nasty male stuff away.”

I see her pick up another syringe full of the nasty green stuff. This time, there is a mix of something sparkly blue in it. She comes up to my head and quickly pushes the long needle into whatever is fastened in my mouth. I see her push on the plunger and feel the liquid in my mouth. I expected it to taste horrid. To my great surprise, it tasted of strawberries. I couldn’t help but swallow the liquid because of the way the thing was in my mouth.

I feel it as it hits my stomach. I already feel strange … this compounds the problem a whole lot more.

She says in her cutesy voice, “All righty baby, time for you to go sleepy bye. You have had a very rough day and you need your sleep. This entire procedure will be complete when you wake up my sweet baby girl. I know you will enjoy being a girl and doubly being a baby girl.”

I can say nothing. I can’t move. My whole body feels so weird and the stuff I just had forced down my throat is taking a very strong effect.

I am totally helpless as darkness comes. My last thought is … “Help me Somebody!”

I awaken very slowly. My mind isn’t working very well. I feel the firmness of the bed I’m in. I can smell the sweet smell of baby powder. I roll over. I am in a crib. I realize either the crib and the rest of the furniture in this room is huge … or I am a lot smaller than I used to be.

I am very dizzy headed. I grab hold of one of the bars of the crib and manage to wiggle myself into a sitting position.

I am dressed in a soft pink top with puffy sleeves. I have on a cloth diaper that is very wet and soft pink plastic lined rumba panties.

I remember what happened. I manage to get my hands inside my wet diaper. It’s true. I feel a really pleasant tingle up my spine as my fingers touch where my genitals should be. I have no male parts at all. I pull open the diaper as far as I can and look in.I am mind blown to say the least.

I am very surprised that all seems to be healed too. There is no sign of surgery. I remember her telling me she had something that promotes rapid healing. It must work.

I grab the top rail of the crib and pull myself to a standing position. My body feels so strange. I look around the room. It is obviously a baby girl’s nursery and I know I am the baby. My diaper feels heavy and cold. I really want a change.

I suddenly am truly shocked. I realize I am dumping in my diaper. I have no control over it. I try to stop … I can’t. I feel it as it oozes into my diaper. I can feel the weight of it as it comes out. I feel it around my bottom as I finish doing my business in my diaper. I feel really shocked and angry. Another big shock … I am crying out loud and big tears are coming down my cheeks. I can’t help this either.