Welcome to Mother's World

by Melanie Richardson

Part III

 

Chapter Four - Little Stephanie

Three months as a baby had been a wonderful time for Mummy as she was able to spend time with the fruit of her pregnancy. I was adored, loved and nurtured by her and by her four friends. It was an amazing time that made me feel all warm and safe. I had no cares and no worries and people who were totally devoted to looking after me and keeping me a baby for the full three months but I was so looking forward to growing into a little girl.

I kind of thought that the day after the three months had finished everything would change and was somewhat surprised when Mummy got me out of my cot and started to change my nappy.

She could see the look of surprise on my face and reassured me by saying, "My what a big girl you're getting. I think we'd better start potty training you. Will you tell Mummy when you need to go poo's?"

I gurgled my best gurgle and nodded. Mummy took me to the kitchen where she and Auntie Emma put into my highchair. Since I had been 'born' Mummy had one of her friends to stay every night to help her with 'baby'. From some of the noises that came from Mummy's bed it wasn't only the help she enjoyed.

This day for the first time in three months I was given solid food. Up until now I had been breast fed with a little baby food. Today I had some soggy breakfast cereal and then was placed on Mummy's lap to be breast-fed.

Both Mummy and I enjoyed this and it certainly had increased the strength of the strong bond that there had always been between us.

After sucking on Mummy's nipples for about 20 minutes, Mummy decided I should be put on the potty. Auntie Emma produced a large pink baby's potty. It was the type that is especially for baby girls without a splash area at the front that they have for baby boys.

This was the first time I'd been able to sit and wee as a girl. Before today I'd spent nearly two decades standing to wee as a boy or weeing directly into my nappy. For the first time I was able to hear the tinkle as the warm wee dribbled and then gushed out of the bottom of my new, tight, bald vagina.

It felt strange but quite delightful to be sitting there with nothing dangling between my legs. I'd been used to sitting on a toilet feeling my cock and balls swinging between my thighs. Now I was all nice and round with a smooth, soft little bulge above my new slit.

While I was weeing I could feel the poo building and had no control over whether it came out of not. Not that I minded going, I simply had no choice in the matter. No doubt the huge quantities of breast milk and baby food I had consumed over the recent weeks had temporarily taken away my bowel control.

When I'd finished Mummy said what a clever little girl I'd been. She helped me to stand up and Auntie Emma wiped both my front bottom and my back bottom as they now called them talking to me in a baby voice. They both said they were very pleased and said that as a reward they would try me in knickers. Little white cotton knickers with pink rosebuds on them were brought out and put on me.

"Do you think she will be able to walk soon?" Auntie Emma asked Mummy.

"I don't know. Should we try her?" replied Mummy

"Well, perhaps she would find it easier with some slippers on," said Auntie Emma producing a pair of what looked like pink ballet shoes. They were ballet shoes but had been modified by placing padding in the soles to make the sole rounded.

They helped me to stand up and I fell over. I'd been a long time not walking having only being allowed to crawl or rely on being carried. Now I was trying to walk for the first time in three months and with round-soled shoes. They tried me again and I managed a few steps before I fell. With practice I found that I could walk if I held onto the furniture but to get across the lounge I still found it easier to crawl.

Mummy and Auntie Emma got me dressed in clothes that were a bit more grown-up. My vest didn't clip underneath and my dress was a little bit longer. You could still see my knickers if I bent over but not if I stood up straight. My baby dresses had all been much shorter. I didn't have to wear a bonnet anymore and when Auntie Jane arrived later she brushed my quite long hair and put it in two bunches with pink ribbons. I toddled round the house enjoying my new-found freedom.

Late morning Mummy and Auntie Emma went shopping. They said they needed to get me some more knickers and proper shoes if I was growing up this quickly and left Auntie Jane in charge of me. About 20 minutes later I realised I needed my potty again.

"Poo," I said to Auntie Jane.

She held my hand and led me to the toilet where my potty was kept. She pulled down my knickers and held my hands while I was lowered down onto the pot.

While I was sitting there, Auntie Jane suddenly said, "Oh Stephanie, hearing you go has made me want to go."

She unbuttoned her dress, took it off and hung it on the toilet door, saying at the same time, "You'll understand when you get older that sometimes you have to take your dress off to stop it getting all creased."

Underneath she was wearing a full corselette and stockings like Mummy often wears. She pulled her knickers down and dropped her large arse down on the seat. The sudden torrent of wee made me go even more. Her wee slowed and was followed by three very loud 'plops'. I think I heard it all the more loudly as I was sitting very low down near her feet.

When she'd finished she lifted herself up to wipe herself. Because I was sitting so low my head was level with her bottom as she stood to clean herself. When Mummy had described what Jane's cunt looked like I wasn't quite able to picture it but now I saw it in all it's glory. She was so different from Auntie Marjorie or even Mummy.

Auntie Jane had a huge bald vagina but unlike my little girl pussy her lips were simply enormous. They hung down outside her well below where a lady's cunt would normally finish. There was fold after fold of fleshy cunt hanging out of her and when she squatted to wipe herself, the lips just fell apart and I could see her puffy pink inner lips and her hole.

She turned around to wipe her back bottom and I could see the lovely bald hole all shitty. When she'd finished, she left her knickers and dress off so that she could easily and quickly sort me out.

I was similarly cleaned up and my knickers pulled up. Just before she pulled them all the way up Auntie Jane stopped, looked closely at my vagina and said, "You know darling, there was a time when I looked just like that but I've grown a bit since those days. Well I say a bit, in fact quite a lot. I think I might be still growing down there even now. Maybe you'll look like me when you're all grown up."

Only a few months ago I'd told Auntie Marjorie that I'd love to have a cunt just like hers and I meant it. Now though, I really didn't mind if it looked like Auntie Marjorie's massively hairy one or Auntie Jane's huge bald floppy one.

Mummy and Auntie Emma returned with loads of things for me, including some little shoes that I was told I could wear if I showed them all how well I could walk in my slippers. They had bought me dollies to dress and play with and a dolly's pram. This was great because as I pushed it, it helped me stand up and walk.

By the time Auntie Marjorie and Auntie Olive arrived at teatime I was happily playing with all my things and looking so much more grown-up. Being by far the biggest of the group, Auntie Olive had brought some of her old clothes over so that I could play dress up.

When I did put one of her dresses on it was like a tent on me. She put one of her old floppy hats on my head, some beads that were far too long and some high-heeled shoes that must have been especially made because they were too big for me. Apart from the shoes all the stuff looked a little old which was ideal for playing in.

I amused them for a couple of hours until 8 o'clock which was bedtime. Both Auntie Olive and Auntie Emma were staying the night so Auntie Olive asked, "Now you're such a big girl, as a treat why don't we all go off and get ready for bed together?"

They both held one of my hands as I toddled off to Mummy's bedroom. Auntie Olive got me undressed and into the bath. She said that she would have a shower but that Auntie Emma would wash me in the bath. Auntie Emma came into the bathroom wearing one of Mummy's robes and she started to wash me.

As she washed my chest she said, "You know Stephanie, one day you might have wonderful tits like Auntie Olive."

They were indeed wonderful. As she got out of the shower cubicle I could see them; they were huge and pendulous. They swung free as she bent down to dry herself. Whilst her aureoles were nowhere near as large as Mummy's her nipples were at least twice as big. I knew, I'd been sucking at them for three months. They were thick enough to almost fill my mouth. As she moved about her massive mammaries swayed from side to side.

"Are you getting in the shower Emma?" Olive asked.

"I did think I would have a bath for a change," said Auntie Emma

"Well, why not get in with Stephanie?" Olive suggested.

"I'm not sure Stephanie would like that," said Auntie Emma in mock sorrow.

"By the look on her face, I'd say she'd love you to do just that," said Olive.

Auntie Emma stood up and dropped the robe. I'd never seen Auntie Emma in any state of undress before but she stood before me totally naked. I remembered Mummy saying that Auntie Emma had the classic English 'pear-shape' figure and that she had the largest bottom she had ever seen.

Well, she was huge but absolutely beautiful. She was just so lovely that when she finally got into the bath with me I leaned over and gave her a great big hug. I loved her so much.

"Have you washed Stephanie?" Olive asked Emma.

"No, not completely, I did her top half but we got distracted when you got out of the shower," she replied.

"Well, I suppose I'd better do it then. Now, Stephanie darling get on your hands and knees so Auntie can wash your bottom."

I got on my hands and knees as instructed and could feel the warm water over my front and back bottoms.

"Come on Emma, I suppose I'd better do you as well," said Auntie Olive.

Auntie Emma got on her hands and knees with her bottom toward me. What an expanse! She had monstrous white fleshy buttocks that she had pulled apart so that Auntie Olive could wash her properly. I could see her lovely arse hole and just below it the slit of her fanny. It was an amazing view. In front of me the largest arse in the world and swinging around behind them two of the biggest tits in the world.

Auntie Olive looked at me and said, "I don't know about having tits as big as mine but what about if you had an arse like that Stephanie. That would be something wouldn't it?"

When we'd all dried, Auntie Emma brought out our nighties. Mine was a lovely little girl's cotton one that came down to my knees. It had a big teddy on the front and three-quarter length sleeves. Both Auntie Olive and Auntie Emma wore very short nighties made of a fine material like chiffon but with an opaque lining. They looked lovely and every time they bent over only a little bit you could see their bottom cheeks peeping out underneath the hem.

As they held my hand to take me into the lounge to say goodnight to the others, I looked from side to side and was rewarded with two wonderful profiles. One so top heavy that she looked like she should fall over and the other so bottom heavy that she looked like she never would. And I loved them both.

Everyone kissed me goodnight and Mummy took me off to bed. I still had my cot but now the sides had been unscrewed. Mummy put me on the potty and I went again. She put me on a nappy.

"Just for night time," she said, kissed me, " night, night," and left me to dream.

I was so pleased with myself that I slept soundly. So soundly that night that I wasn't even awakened by the groans and moans from Mummy's bed as she shared it with two of her friends rather than one.

In the morning, my pleased with myself feeling was shattered. I had a very wet bed. I couldn't believe it, I was absolutely soaking. When I started to cry Mummy came over to see what was wrong.

"Never mind," was all she said and got me up and in the bath.

Auntie Olive came and helped her while Auntie Emma prepared breakfast. I was dressed as yesterday with knickers rather than a nappy, which I feared they might put me back in. That night I wet myself again. Mummy was very kind and understanding and just kept persevering with me day by day but still I wet myself at night.

On the sixth morning, Mummy said that Auntie Marjorie had suggested that I needed a good spanking, as I was being very naughty. Mummy told me that she didn't want to do this but it was becoming very difficult to see when I might get dry and she was beginning to suspect that I might not be trying very hard to stay dry.

On the next morning when I was wet, Auntie Marjorie happened to be staying and she again suggested a thorough spanking. Mummy just couldn't do it and I felt relieved. But when Auntie Marjorie offered to do it for her the relieved look on my face must have turned to horror.

I'd never been spanked before in my life but here I was being laid naked across Auntie's lap as she sat on the bed in her nightie. Mummy left the bedroom at that point and Auntie waited until she was out of earshot before beginning.

The first thwack caught me by surprise and startled me. Before I could react there was another and another and another. My poor bottom was really stinging and I started to cry, not very loudly but Auntie knew it was hurting me. She spanked me about 10 times and then laid me on the bed. She took a tissue and wiped my eyes.

"Now Stephanie, perhaps the memory of that spanking will help you stay dry tonight?" She then bathed me and dressed me before taking me to my Mummy.

It worked! The following morning I was completely dry. Mummy showered me with praise as she did the next morning and the next but on the fourth morning I was wet again. Mummy herself spanked me this time and she spanked me harder than Auntie Marjorie had done.

Auntie Emma had been staying that night and she watched with a really flushed face. That afternoon Mummy put me into my cot as usual for a little sleep. Mummy and Auntie just lay on the bed to rest. I closed my eyes but couldn't sleep as my bottom hurt too much. Mummy and Auntie Emma clearly thought that I was sound asleep so I just lay there with my eyes closed listening to them talking.

"You know Emma, when I was spanking Stephanie this morning, you were very red in the face."

Auntie didn't reply.

"My you've gone all red right now just thinking about it."

Again Auntie didn't answer.

"What's the matter dear?" Mummy asked in a concerned tone. There was silence for quite some time, during which my mother just waited patiently for Auntie to reply.

"I was incredibly excited by the spanking Susan. I can't remember ever having seen anyone spanked before and it got me really quite horny."

"Was it watching the spanking or would you like to administer one?" Mummy asked.

"Oh no, I don't want to spank anyone....." and her voice sort of trailed off.

"My goodness!" Mummy exclaimed, "you want to be spanked, don't you? That's it, isn't it?"

"Well yes, I think I would."

"Well let's give it a go then," said Mummy.

"What now?"

"Why not?"

"Well, surely not here," said Auntie.

"Why ever not, Stephanie sound asleep and it will be so much more practical if I am sitting on the edge of the bed with you across my lap supported by the bed," said Mummy, "just like this morning when I spanked Stephanie.

Auntie Emma hesitated for a while and then got up and removed her dress and her knickers. She stood there only in her bra with her back and her enormous bottom facing me. Her bottom looked really lovely. Mummy sat up on the edge of the bed and Auntie Emma lay across her lap.

I was lying on my side so I had a perfect view of the whole scene. Mummy brought her first slap down with playful force. Auntie grunted a bit but I think she knew they would get harder. And harder they did get. Mummy must have spanked her 20 times and with everyone I could see her fat, reddening bottom wobble like a huge jelly.

When Mummy was finished, Auntie Emma stood up and I could see the full expanse of her beautiful arse now all red and swollen. She stood there like a little girl rubbing her bottom to ease the sting.

Mummy got up and opened a bottle of body lotion and began to soothe Auntie's arse with it. She bent over so that Mummy could cover the whole area and I saw Mummy's finger disappear a few times into Auntie's arsehole.

Auntie was clearly enjoying her treatment and moaned. Then I saw two of Mummy's fingers go in. She instinctively knew that Auntie Emma needed more so she leaned over to her bedside cabinet and from the drawer took a large vibrator.

She started to push it into Auntie waiting hole and I heard a click as the vibrator started to live up to its name. Mummy was pumping the solid phallus in and out of Auntie at an increasing speed until Auntie gave a really quite loud grunt and collapsed on the bed.

I decided now was a good time to 'wake-up' so I moved, yawned and stretched all in one movement. They quickly gathered their wits about them and Mummy came over to me, got me out of bed and led me from the room, presumably to allow Auntie to recover.

Over the weeks, I was allowed to stay up just a little later at night, to wear proper little girl's shoes and to say a few more words. If I wet my knickers, I got spanked, which was about once a week. I think subconsciously I actually liked being spanked and that's why I wet myself sometimes. I know Auntie Emma enjoyed being spanked and I know for sure that the first spanking was not the last.

I was moved into my own room, which had been redecorated, as a little girl's room would look. As I grew up other clothes appeared in my wardrobe. One day as I opened my wardrobe, I was surprised to see a Brownie uniform. From then on I would spend one evening a week in my uniform with Auntie Jane helping with becoming a Brownie.

Then came the day when I was given my very first school uniform. I had a blue checked skirt, white blouse, stripped tie, ankle socks, straw hat and of course navy blue knickers. I had to wear my uniform all day as my Auntie played with me. I also had to change into my Physical Education (PE) kit for games.

Sometimes these would be in the garden but often indoors. Most of the time I would have to run around with my white vest tucked in my navy blue PE knickers.

Towards the end of this period, I started to notice that my pubic and underarm hair was beginning to grow. Strangely it didn't grow back thick and stubbly like I had expected but soft and downy. I guess it was because it wasn't shaved off but removed by that strong cream.

About this time I started getting a real irritation around my nipples. I knew as soon as it started that the hormones that from 'birth' had been put in my food or given as booster injections were doing their job. Behind my swollen nipples, my chest felt all puffy and tender. I was beginning to grow boobs. I was beginning the journey into womanhood. I got very impatient around now. I wanted everything to happen quickly.

Why had I ever agreed to so slow a process? I could have just had a few operations like lots of people do and been an instant woman. I could have a great set of knockers right now. Why had I agreed to this slow transition? I knew the answer of course. It was as important a process for Mummy as for me and we needed to bond together as mother and daughter not just as two women.

It made perfect sense and I had really enjoyed the time but I suddenly felt all out of sorts with the world and couldn't understand why. Couldn't understand that is until Auntie Olive sat me down and explained that I was starting puberty and with that came the upset of all my hormones.

"Please just be patient Stephanie. I can't tell you how much your mother is appreciating this whole experience. I have known her for probably 30 years and I have never, never, seen her so happy. Just be patient. I'm sure in a while you'll look back and will see that it was worth it for yourself, not just her."

It was now nearly one year since I'd gone to the hospital for my preparation and operation. I had been a little girl physically for nearly a whole year. More than that, I had lived as a little girl. I knew what it felt like and now the time was rapidly approaching when I would be leaving home for six months and going away to girl's boarding school.

I remembered that during the six months I was to spend there, I would have two small operations to insert implants into my growing bust. The first operation would take me from the A cup I would hopefully be by then to a B cup. The second operation would increase my bust even further, up to a C cup. I had been promised that I would be able to decide what ultimate size I wanted my tits to be but not until I was a fully-grown woman, which would be in about a year's time.

I was ready for boarding school and so looking forward to going although apprehensive about two aspects. The first was who was going to be there. Would they be 'girls' like me or would they be ordinary 13 year old girls? The second was the fact that I would be leaving my Aunts and worse of all Mummy behind.

Mummy sat me down and explained that most of the girls at my new school would be similar to me but not all exactly the same. Some of them had been feminised by their mothers but had not undergone surgery. For some of these what they were enduring was a punishment and they would have the option of returning to their former male role if they behaved satisfactorily.

For others they had been feminised but either their mothers or they themselves didn't want to become fully female. I couldn't really understand that but was encouraged to accept that people are different and see things in different ways, which seemed reasonable. While we were having this little chat Mummy dropped another bombshell.

"Darling," she said, "you understand that at present you are entering your female puberty stage don't you?"

"Yes," I said.

"Well, as you notice that certain physical things are happening to you, your boobs are growing, very nicely as well, you are becoming more moody. Oh don't worry we all appreciate what's happening to you. Well, there is one more thing that should happen to you about now and one that will happen soon, probably too soon."

I was frankly puzzled by what exactly she was driving at and she could see it.

"What I'm trying to say, not very well, is that about now you should be starting your period."

"Period!" I exclaimed, "but I don't have a womb."

"No of course you don't but a natural woman would and she would have periods and you should have periods too or you'll never know what it's like to be a normal natural woman. From now, and I mean now, you will have a period every four weeks for five days. Things don't work quite as clockwork with most of us but this way it will be easy for you to remember and to cope. You will wear sanitary towels for the five days changing them every three hours. You can choose whatever brand or style suits you but for now you will have to make do with some that Auntie Marjorie has brought over. Being older and quite feminine ladies we all wore the old fashioned looped towel supported by a belt. The belt is very soft and is worn around the waist and the towel clips on at the front and the back."

As she was speaking she produced the belt, which did look very 'female' and some towels. She helped me remove my knickers and pull the belt up around my waist. The two little clips hung down, one at the front and one at the back. I then had to learn how to clip the towel on, first at the back and then pulling it between my legs I clipped it on at the front. I pulled up the belt until the towel sat snugly against my cunt and I pulled my knickers up again.

"Mummy, you said there would be another thing that would happen to me soon. What?"

"Well, darling. When you get away with other people and your hormones really start to work in a big way, you will begin developing attractions for other people. Some people would call these attractions 'crushes' but I think that tends to minimalise the intense feeling that you will experience. You should be prepared for these feelings and that they might be as strong for either sex."

"Boys you mean!"

"Well, why not. It's perfectly natural. As I once told you, some people are attracted to their own sex, others are attracted to the opposite sex and there are some people, who are attracted to both. You know that your Aunts and I are in the third category. We like being with men and women sexually but just prefer women to live with. You might not. You shouldn't feel constrained by our choices but please do be careful. Don't rush into things and don't give away your cherry to just anyone."

"Mummy, I love you and all my Aunties. When I come home I want to be just like you all and I won't do anything to let you all down."

"There's just one thing more," she said with a cheeky grin on her face, "and I hope this really pleases you."

I couldn't imagine what it was she was talking about until from behind her back she produced a small white bra. She sat there with a smile on her face and for a second I couldn't understand what was delighting her. Then it hit me. It was for me. A huge grin split my face from ear to ear as I took the bra holding it up admiringly.

I cuddled it against my cheek until Mummy said, "Well aren't you going to put it on?"

I couldn't get my blouse and vest off quickly enough. Mummy helped me put it on and there it was. My first bra. My first bra no one else's. Not borrowed. Not too big and padded out. My first bra, filled out by me. Oh, I might have only been an AA but it was all me and I felt on top of the world.

"I'm sure you'll be up to an A cup by the time you go to school," Mummy said.

Just two short weeks after that conversation Auntie Jane was driving Mummy and me, wearing my new A cup bra, to my new school. I was so excited but could I manage this without the very people that had given me the chance and without whose support I would never had got this far?

  

  

  

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