This choice: a development while Robert is an infant girl • Go Back...Chapter #5a development while Robert is an infant girl by: Michelle   Happiness, joy, contentment, and curiosity were the feelings that mostly consumed Robert's day. There were periods of fussiness and yearning for the ability to communicate his needs to Clara. But the negative aspects of being a newborn child were outweighed by the glorious positives. Robert's adult brain didn't properly fit inside the infant girl's body he inhabited. Nature had compensated for the shapeshifting medallion's abilities. No longer could Robert calculate stock and feed loads for the farm. His newfound appetite and the emotional attachment of wanting to be held in his mother's arms took over. Somewhere deep inside Robert's brain was a master plan on how to populate the livestock and run a successful rural ranch. But the immediate needs of warmth and attention seemed to take precedent over anything else.
Robert could no longer talk, walk, or comprehend the sign language his wife was using in attempts to communicate. All he knew was that it was fulfilling to feed off her ample breasts and being held was reassuring. His adult brain kicked in now-and-then when he was being fussy and purposefully cried to get Clara's attention. He figured out this trick early on during his temporary time re-experiencing babyhood. If he cried, Clara came to his rescue. If he did nothing, she would roam off and take care of chores and leave her baby girl alone. Robert didn't like being left alone. He wanted his mother close by at all times.
Robert became accustomed to the morning routine. He would blurt out incoherent baby babble until Clara arrived. He smiled and laughed during the mornings and enjoyed kicking his arms and legs around. He noticed during his time as a baby that Clara had made him plenty of outfits. She had a knack for sewing and needed to clothe her temporary daughter. Robert had noticed one color seemed to dominate his wardrobe. Everything was so pink. The onesies that Clara made had flowers and butterflies on them. She sewed baby bonnets and dresses for her infant husband to wear. She was rather surprised at how he smiled and babbled nonsense each time she put a cute outfit on him. Robert was in a bliss of happy confusion. All that mattered was being fed and having the feeling of safeness and warmth. He could care less about the ridiculously girly bows that Clara attached to his head every day. He bide his time by looking forward to the next feeding and the next nap.
Robert's comprehension of the English language came back fast. His time as a baby was over and his body grew back to normal. Clara was careful to remove the special dress she'd sewn for his newborn body while the changes began. She didn't want Robert to rip his new outfit when his body grew. With the changes almost over, Robert looked down at his crotch to see a set of balls and his familiar penis protrude out. He let out a few confused breaths and itched his manhood declaring to his wife, "Whoa! I'm back to normal already? I thought you wanted me to be a newborn girl for an entire week so you could practice for when you had a real baby?"
Clara let out a sigh of relief. Her husband had no idea she'd kept him a newborn baby girl for nearly 20 days. His regressed sense of reality had obviously affected his timeline comprehension. Clara had become attached to her newborn baby. She promised herself everyday after a week that 'today would be the day' she'd turn her husband back to normal. But after seeing how cute he looked every morning and how content and happy he seemed, Clara couldn't bring herself to turn him back to normal. It wasn't until over 2 weeks where she built up enough courage to say goodbye to her temporary daughter where she mustered up enough strength to turn her husband back to normal. Not wanting to lie to her loyal husband, Clara asked, "How long did it seem like you were regressed?"
Robert was confused, "It was hard to keep track of time with all the breast feedings and naps. It seemed like my life revolved around eating and sleeping. I don't know? I know it got dark and light again a few times. That had to be a few days right? My best guess is that I was an infant girl for about 4 days or so?"
Clara told her husband the truth. She was surprised to see how Robert laughed about the fact he spent nearly 20 days as such a small child and didn't know it. He joked, "I wonder how long you could have kept me like that until I noticed?"
Clara smirked, "You would have eventually grown up and figured it out."
"That explains all the outfits you had time to make for me. I had no idea. I thought It was just a few days or so. That was amazing! You should try it out sometime. It was like having no care in the world. I could barely move but loved to laugh and giggle. When you fed me and held me I felt so content...." Robert went on to explain how satisfying it was to take a vacation from his normal adult responsibilities.
Clara felt bad for keeping husband regressed for so long and offered, "It's only fair that I experience it too. That way I can relate what you went through for the past 20 days. I shall shapeshift into a baby the same age as you were to get the full experience."
Robert pointed out the obvious, "The full experience? That would mean I'd have to become a lactating woman to breastfeed you?"
"Of course my love." Clara explained, "Otherwise you wouldn't be able to nourish me while I spend time as a baby."
Robert winked, "I shall become a clone of you. There is no other woman that I'd rather be than my own wife."
Clara hugged her husband as she grabbed the magic medallion, "Feel free to keep me regressed for the same amount of time. You will find out soon that being a mother is quite rewarding and you won't want to change me back to normal. Once you dress me up in cute outfits and see how giggly and happy I am, your thoughts will be shielded to ever being a man again." Clara gave a quick tour of where she kept the diapers and clothing for a baby girl around the house.
Robert got an idea and suggested, "I became a baby girl because that's what you yearn to raise. Since I will be the mother during this adventure, I would prefer to have a son so my bloodline is passed on."
Clara laughed, "I won't be a baby boy long enough to grow up and start a family of my own. You promise to change me back right? As hard as it was to give up my baby girl, I kept my promise and turned you back into your normal body."
Robert nodded, "I shall honor your trust. You will only be a baby as long as I was."
Clara smiled as she activated the medallion. Her body shrunk, twisted and turned. She started giggling seeing her vagina seal up and grow a set of balls. A tiny baby boy penis shot out as she began to babble nonsense.
Once the medallion reappeared, Robert used it. Within moments, he was an exact copy of his loving bride. He gave himself lactating breasts so he could feed his temporary son. Estrogen filled his body and emotions started to take over. He was now a mother with an adorable son to take care of. Robert picked up Clara and gave her a kiss on the cheek. The two bonded immediately in their swapped up roles. Robert was the caregiver and Clara was the infant boy.
Months later, Robert finished plowing the field and took a water break. Clara made him a sandwich as they discussed their daily routine. Robert would tend to the animals while Clara gathered crops and vegetables. They seemed to both be in a daze. Ever since they both experienced temporary motherhood, neither of them could shake the thought. Robert suggested, "...It sure would be nice to have a few more boys around here to help me with the fields..."
Clara agreed, "I'd love to have a few girls around to help me gather and make food."
The husband and wife looked at each other with a knowing smile. Clara grinned wide, "It's time! We should do it! We need more offspring around here to help continue our legacy."
Robert smiled, "I agree. It is time we had a son."
Clara glared, "I'd rather have an adorable daughter to dress-up and care for. With the help of the shapeshifting medallion, I'll easily get my wish. Once you impregnate me, I can manipulate my womb to make sure 'SHE' ends up a healthy baby girl."
Robert disagreed, "I want a son. That's not fair if you manipulate your womb. What about my desires?"
Clara grabbed the medallion and winked, "Luckily we have a magic ability. If you want a son or two to raise...you could have them on your own. I'll birth the daughters I long to have while you push out your precious sons."
Robert was confused, "Are you suggesting that I become a pregnant woman at the same times as you?"
Clara nodded, "If you leave the responsibility for bearing children to me, it will take YEARS to populate this farm properly. I want two girls first. That means you won't have your boys for another 5-7 years. If you bear the children yourself and manipulate your womb to have boys, you can knock out as many males as you want every 9 months."
Robert was intrigued, "You are onto something. That way, we could have our huge family much faster."
Clara pointed out, "We could share breastfeeding responsibilities when our respective babies are fussy. We could feed each other's infants and give the other mom a break now and then. We only both experienced motherhood for a few weeks during our test runs. If we go all the way, there is NO turning back. After you give birth to your son, you can't just turn back into a man and leave me with all the child bearing responsibilities. For each baby boy you knock out, you MUST remain a woman for at least a year to help nourish and raise them properly."
Robert was a man of numbers. He did some calculations and knew if he toughed out a few years of motherhood, he'd finally have the sons he wanted so desperately. He knew Clara would manipulate her womb so she only gave birth to females. If he wanted boys, he'd have to carry them himself.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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