When Shy Abby started her internship at a bakery in Paris, she didn't expect to be working for the beautiful, talented, outgoing Gia. Will romance bloom? Find out in A Taste of Paris, a furry / anthro illustrated story with weight gain elements. Includes dozens of shaded, colors pictures and 8,000 words. Excerpt below:

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“I wanted to ask, have you found a place yet, darling?” said Gia, as she locked up the front door.

“Uh…no, I’m staying at a youth hostel until I…”

“Great! So no place? You’ll stay with me, then,” she said, clasping her hands together.

She’d phrased it as a statement of fact, rather than as an offer, I realized. Was talking that way a French thing, or was it a Gia thing?

Oh my God, I then thought – I’m staying with her! It was exhilarating to think I’d be staying with Gia, but the thought that I’d be rooming with my boss seemed like a recipe for trouble.

“How much do you want for rent? Because I can’t afford …” I asked, hoping that might give me an easy out.

“Rent? Rent??” she asked, bursting into gales of laughter. I didn’t know why she was laughing, but it proved infectious, and I started giggling too. It was so unlike hers – mine being high pitched and chortling, like a schoolgirl watching a cartoon, and hers was deep, throaty, the kind of laugh you let out after hearing a raunchy joke.

“You silly girl,” she said, reaching towards me and pulling me into a tight embrace, then planting two air kisses on either sides of my ears. This one felt more like it was a French rather than Gia thing, I decided – but at this point, Gia clearly knew I was shy American, so her decision to do the gesture anyhow might itself qualify as a Gia thing.

“I won’t charge you a…how you say? Pretty penny,” she said as she pulled away.

“Oh…thank you, thank you…” I babbled.

“Come,” she said, grabbing my hand and leading me away from the store. I assumed she was leading me to her place, and was surprised when we wandered into an outdoor market.

“You live here?” I asked. I knew it was a stupid question before the words left my lips, so why’d I say it? Was being around Gia making me perpetually flustered, or was I just hoping to get another ‘you silly girl’ hug?

“Yes, welcome home.” said Gia. “My fireplace is that flambe, and my mattress is those loaves of bread.”

I’d become so caught up in my own recriminations that it took me a few seconds to realize she was joking, and by then it felt too late to laugh. So I summoned up a grin, before reflexively closing my lips, on account of how I hated how big my teeth looked.

“Let’s get supper, shall we?” said Gia, who practically danced her way across the aisles, buying this and that unfamiliar foodstuff. She spoke French to every shopkeep, but she spoke it so quickly that I couldn’t hope to understand it. All I could take in was the garrulous raw sound, the inflection, the clearly cheery and pleasant tone with which she greeted the world. Even in English, I realized, she’d be speaking a foreign language to my ears.

Ryan's life changes forever after meeting Carli, captain of the university's soccer team. She invites Ryan to practice with the girl's team, join the sorority, and even gets their nails done together. With the power of friendship and encouragement, Ryan realizes that she wants to join the girl's team in every way, and finds love, acceptance, and joy.

This is a realistic - not magical - mtf transgender transformation story, 7000 words. Excerpt below:

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“Okay, that’s it, you’ve had your shots,” said the coach, a big, mountain of a man.

“Six! I hit six out of ten,” I said giddily. The goalie was good, but I’d still done much better than I expected.

“Yeah, pretty good. Rudie, was it?” the coach asked.

“Ryan, sir…”

“Well, Brian, we got a real bumper crop this year. I already got 11 who did seven or better. Sorry. Try again next season,” he said, and walked off.

He and the goalie walked off the field together. I could hear them laughing about something, but I couldn’t hear about what.

I stood there, in the field, shaking. Just like that, it was all over. I was nothing. Pathetic. A loser.

It didn’t feel possible, like some bizarre nightmare. I started running up and down the field, kicking the ball blindly as I went, hoping to wake myself up.

The women’s coach, along with one of the female players, slowly walked onto the field, presumably preparing for their tryouts next. I figured it would be disrespectful to take the field from them, so finally, I stopped and kicked the ball over to the women’s coach.

“Woah, you’re pretty fast!” said the pint-sized women’s coach in a squeaky voice, looking me up and down. “Don’t let this one get away, Carli, we need her on the team for sure!” she added to the girl on her right.

“What?” I asked, my voice cracking a little in surprise. “No, I’m not, I’m… I’m…” I sputtered. I didn’t think it would be possible to be more humiliated than I was a second ago, but here I was. “I’m a boy!” I finally spat out.

“Oh, oh, really?” said the coach, chuckling a little. Why did coaches want to laugh at me so much today. “Sorry about that. You’re just, you know…” she said, her voice slowly trailing off.

“You run so gracefully, we were just confused at a distance,” offered the player standing to her side, a tall, big-boned girl with piercing blue eyes and beautifully braided hair. It seemed like kind of a lame cop-out, but, hey, a compliment was a compliment, especially coming from a pretty girl.

“I’m Carli, next to meet you,” she said, offering her hand. She had such a booming, commanding voice, that I knew immediately she had to be the team captain.

“Ryan,” I said, accepting the handshake. Damn! Her grip was like an iron vice. I swear I could feel my knuckles popping. I bit my tongue, trying not to wince and appear even more girly than I already apparently did.

“Oof, did I squeeze too hard?” Carli asked, evidently reading the discomfort on my face. “Sorry about that,” she added, finally dropping my hand and then playfully ruffling my hair. The gesture felt strange - both demeaning and endearing at the same time, in ways I couldn’t quite put into words.

“Carli, you’re going to send someone to the hospital one day with that handshake of yours!” the coach scolded her.

“Oh, dear. You don’t need that, do you?” Carli asked, grabbing my hand again with a look of concern.

“No, no, I’m fine…” I said, trying to pull away. But once again, her iron grip wouldn’t let me.

“A little redness and swelling, but you seem okay. Your hands and wrists do look really delicate. I’m mad jealous! A little hangnail, though. When did you have your last manicure?”

Jonathan is devasted when the woman of his dreams, Marcy, turns him down and places him in the dreaded "friend zone." But Jonathan is in for a surprise when Marcy says she wants to be best friends - literally! She transforms Jonathan into a gorgeous chubby chick, just like her, and the two become best friends, forming a bond even more intimate than an actual romance. This is a heartwarming and funny magical gender transformation story with a "male to bbw" transformation, 6000 words. Excerpt below:

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“Jonathan, while I’m very flattered, I think you should know, I think we’d be…” Marcy began.

Oh, please, I thought. Please don’t say it…

“We’d be better off as friends,” Marcy concluded.

She said it. She actually said it. The words any guy wants to hear least the in world.

“Best friends. BBFs forever! You know?” she added. The words sounded like pity to me, and pity only made it worse.

“Sure, thing. I understand,” I said, bowing my head, defeated. How many times I had hears a similar speech from a girl I’d liked? Far too many. “I’ll… be getting out of your hair, then,” I said, as I got to my feet.

“Jonathan? You’re not leaving, are you?” Marcy asked, with a surprising burst of emotion in her voice.

“Well. I mean… I guess not?” I hedged. “But, I thought you said… you just wanted to be friends…”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Marcy asked. “Don’t you have any close friends of your own? Friends who are closer than lovers?”

“Well…” I hedged. Closer than lovers? How would that even work? “Not… really, no.”

“No?” Marcy asked, pouting a little. Damn, those lips were sexy, I thought. I tried to shove that thought out of my mind – I wouldn’t get to kiss them anyhow, so what was the point? But I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Marcy was cute and chubby, with a warm smile, with wavy brown hair, rich hazel eyes, and creamy pale skin. I know a lot of other guys might not have been so impressed, but to me, Marcy was just perfect.

“Guys have… buddies, you know. Not BFFS. We don’t, you know, pour our hearts out to each other and paint each other’s nails or anything like that,” I said with a little chuckle.

“That’s a real shame, you should try it sometime,” said Marcy.

“I… don’t think any of my friends would be up for that,” I said, laughing again, this time my voice sounding a little more strained.

“Well, that’s where you’re wrong, Jonathan. You do have a friend who’d be up for it,” she said, winking a little.

“I… I do?” I asked, struggling to think who it might be.

“Of course! It’s me you big silly,” Marcy said, playfully slapping at my leg. The skin tingled a little where she had touched me, and I shifted the way I was sitting. If she touched me again, I was worried I’d start to develop a visible…

This is an excerpt from Transformation Park

“Twenty minutes to magic time!” squealed Katrina vivaciously as she pressed her hands against her cheeks. “I’m so excited, feel my goosebumps!” she said, running over to Landon as fast as her white chiffon dress would allow.
 
“Wow, those are really…uh, there…” said Landon, a shy, shrimpy geek. He was careful not to let his hand linger long on her arm.
 
“You’re going to do fantastic, hun, I just know it,” she gushed.
 
“If you say so,” Landon said with a disinterested shrug.
 
“Hey, you never got to go to prom – now you’ll get to see what you missed out on!” said Katrina.
 
Landon gazed down at his feet, kicking a little pebble instead of speaking up. He hadn’t gone to prom because he’d only ever liked one girl – his best friend, Katrina. But she was a couple of inches taller than him, with a gorgeous, statuesque figure, a 4.0 GPA, and personality so overwhelmingly outgoing that Landon felt like lump on a log by comparison. He’d never had the courage to ask her out, and the few guys that did were always politely refused.
 
“Hey, why the long face?” Katrina said, grabbing his chin and pointing it upwards to look her in the eye. Feeling her warm hands on his face brought back a little smile, at least, temporarily, but he knew he still owed Katrina an answer.
 
“I know you say teaching me to dance will be a snap,” began Landon, his voice shaking a little. He hated lying to her. “But…but maybe you’d have more fun with somebody that already knows their stuff,” he concluded. It was as close to the truth as he could get.
 
“Trust me, Landon,” Katrina said. “I’m definitely going to have a good time. And so is everyone, right?”
 
“Yeah!” cheered the other two women in their troupe, the redheaded artist Daphne and Melissa, who’d had a brief stint as a professional gymnast.
 
“Sure,” their boyfriends Hikaru and Simon agreed, their tone thoroughly disinterested.
 
While Katrina, Daphne, and Melissa took selfies together, Landon trudged over to where their beaus were seated.
 
“Oh, man, I don’t get why Melissa wants to do this again,” said Hikaru, a mountain of a man who was attending college on a football scholarship. “It was bad enough at prom. If she wasn’t so…you know, graceful and all that…I would have knocked her over like three times!”
 
“Is dancing really that bad?” Landon asked, feeling more nervous than ever.
 
“Of course!” said Simon, a student from France who spoke with a distinct, lilting accent. “Why don’t girls just go dancing by themselves? I don’t think there’s a…how you say? There’s not a…straight man alive who really likes dancing.”
 
“Well, at least for you two, you’re actually dancing with your girlfriend,” Landon pointed out.
 
“You going to finally ask her out?” Simon asked.
 
“I will…I will…when it’s the right time,” Landon replied, feeling no compunction about lying to Simon. The truth was he’d delay that day forever if he could, since he was certain what the answer would be.
 
“She asked you to come to this dance, right?” asked Hikaru. “You never know, man, maybe that was her way of asking you out.”
 
Landon let out a feeble laugh. “Yeah, right. In my dreams! She’s turned down the best of the best, I’m sure she’s just gagging for a guy like me.”
 
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“One, two, three. One, two three,” Katrina counted. The inside of the Digital Disco looked like a classical Victorian ballroom, with shiny wooden floors and an ornate, golden chandelier where the disco ball was supposed to be.
 
“Ok, now you step forwards as I twirl, ok?” said Katrina.
 
“Ok,” he said. Landon stepped forwards, but froze as he gazed upon Katrina’s beautiful dress swirling around her as she twirled – and subsequently, he forgot to step back, and Katrina stepped onto his toes.
 
“Terribly sorry,” Katrina said.
 
“Oh, no, no…my fault,” Landon puttered. “Guess I’m not very good at leading.”
 
“That’s something I’ve always wondered – why is it that men always are supposed to lead?” Katrina asked.
 
“I…I…hmm…” Landon paused. “Tradition, maybe? The expectation of men taking the initiative…”
 
“Not all couples are the same. Maybe some couples would have better rhythm with the woman leading, right?” Katrina interrupted.
 
“Yeah, I guess,” Landon halfheartedly agreed. What she said certainly made sense on its face, but was this Katrina’s way of trying to gently tell him he wasn’t man enough to lead her?
 
“But if guys aren’t leading, they’ll have do the girl part,” Landon reminded her. “I mean, what am I supposed to do? Your twirl?”
 
“Why not? I’d love to see you try?” Katrina said.
 
Landon rolled his eyes, but Katrina pursed her lips. “Oh, come on. Pretty pretty please?”
 
“Alright, alright, just once,” Landon agreed. It hadn’t been a difficult concession – he’d have run across hot coals if she’d asked him to like that.
 
“That’s a good girl,” said Katrina, under her breath.
 
“What?”
 
“Nothing, nothing,” said Katrina. “Come on, let me twirl you!”
 
Katrina stepped forwards, a determined, confident glint in her eye. Landon stepped back a little, and she grasped his left hand and the right side of his waist – precisely how he’d been holding her a moment ago. She took a step backwards, pulling him with her.
 
“See…isn’t this nice?” she said, as she leaned in and whispered his ear.
 
Feeling her breath on his skin would have made any experience nice in Landon’s book. But that aside, he had to admit that, yeah, he was enjoying himself. Since he’d started following her lead, he hadn’t made a single footwork mistake.
 
Finally, Katrina leaned forwards and raised her arm around his head. Landon stepped back and did the twirl.
 
It felt great – enchanted, even – but Landon could have sworn he’d seen the strangest thing as he spun around. Were Hikaru and Simon twirling with their partners, too?
 
When he glanced back towards Katrina, she seemed a little taller. Was she standing on her tip-toes? No, she wouldn’t do that while dancing, would she?
 
“Katrina?” he asked, his voice sounding a little pinched. “What’s going…”
 
“Shh…” she started, abandoning the Waltz pose and rushing forwards, pulling Landon into an embrace so tight and so unexpected that it nearly knocked the wind out of him. “You did beautifully on that twirl, Landon. You’re really a natural.”
 
He was a natural? Landon didn’t know what to say to that. He rested his chin on her shoulder – which somehow were the perfect height for him to do so – as Katrina calmly rocked him back and forth.
 
Landon glanced to the left, towards the large mirror on the wall, in hopes of getting another glance at the other couples.
 
Instead, the first thing he saw was Katrina dancing with someone, a girl, who he didn’t recognize.
 
“Is that one of those funhouse mirrors?” Landon asked, his voice sounding less nasal and more girlish.
 
“No, honey. Just a regular mirror,” said Katrina.
 
“What…? What’s happening to me?” Landon asked, attempting to break free of Katrina’s embrace and run towards the mirror and get a closer look.
 
But Katrina didn’t budge, and Landon wasn’t strong enough to break free. For a few seconds, she simply held him place, leaving Landon to futility squirm.
 
Then, she let go, saying “Of course, let’s get a closer look.”
 
When they’d made their way towards the mirror, Landon could see that he was indeed shorter, with longer, wavy hair and a more feminine jawline.
 
“Oh…oh my gosh…” Landon said softly.
 
“You think that’s something, check this out!” said Katrina. She grasped Landon’s hand firmly, then restarted the waltz.
 
Landon kept his eye on the mirror as they did the basic three step. He could see himself growing shorter and shorter, until he was barely five foot one, while his hair grew longer still, fluttering around him even at the smallest movement.
 
As Katrina pushed forwards and Landon did a big dip towards the mirror, he could see eyeshadow forming on his eyes and rogue on his cheeks, and his glasses had vanished. Katrina leaned into the dip and planted a kiss on his lips. When their smooch ended, Landon could see glittering lipstick on his lips – though he could see by its much lighter shade that it wasn’t rubbed off from Katrina.
 
Katrina pulled him back up, and then took another step forwards, lifting her arms and pushing Landon towards another twirl. This time, he saw he saw the hem of a blue dress flaring up around him, and when he stopped, his suit was gone. In its place was a blue and white sink dress, which clung to a petite set of curves. Landon cupped his small breasts in the mirror and noticed that he now had pink fingernail polish as well.
 
“Don’t you look gorgeous,” Katrina purred.
 
“You don’t exactly seem surprised,” Landon replied.
 
“I told you I going to have a good time, didn’t I?” she said, reaching out and twirling her finger around a few strands of his lustrous, flowing hair. “Let’s call you…Lindsay, does that sound good?”
 
The name danced across Landon’s ears like music. It wasn’t so much that she liked the name, it was as if she was finding out what her name already was. But the thrill of being designated with such pretty name didn’t eliminate the rest of Lindsay’s questions. “You…you wanted this to happen?”
 
“Of course! What girl wouldn’t?” she asked incredulously. To illustrate that point, she pointed behind them, towards the other couples.
 
Hikaru leaped forwards into the air towards Melissa. She caught him and started spinning him around, and with each rotation, his massive girth became smaller and smaller. When Melissa put him down, the top of his head barely came up to her breasts. He had the puffy, pink cheeks of a Japanese schoolgirl, and his hair was done up in braided pigtails.
 
“So kawaii!” said Melissa. “Aren’t you, little Haruka?”
 
“What did you call me?” Haruka asked in an impossibly high pitched voice, as her suit transformed into a pink petticoat.
 
Meanwhile, Daphne was dancing behind Simon, her arms wrapped around his waist, which was rapidly shrinking and becoming more wasp-like. Simon’s chest was swelling as well, making an obvious indentation in his suit, before that melted into a red sequined gown with a plunging cleavage. At least an E cup, Simon’s new figure was an impossibly curvy hourglass. As he blinked, staring at the strange person ahead of him in the mirror, his eyelashes grew longer and thicker, and then were augmented further by an overabundance of mascara.
 
“What do you think...Simone?” Daphne asked. But Simone was speechless – she couldn’t stop staring at her new breasts in the mirror.
 
“Now that we’re ready, group photo!” said Katrina. She set her phone down on a chair, and then pulled the six of them together. She, Melissa, and Daphne all stood behind their new girlfriends, as they were all taller now.
 
“Say cheese!” said Katrina, her voice as cheery as it might be on any ordinary girl’s night out.
 
The picture was taken, and the couples resumed dancing.
 
“Don’t be so nervous, Lindsay,” said Katrina, stroking the back of her head. “We’re an item now, you and me…just like you’d hoped.”
 
So, Katrina knew. She knew all along and…and…this was her way of making her wish come true.
 
“Come on, Lindsay…isn’t that what you always wanted?” Katrina pressed, squeezing Lindsay so hard the breath was forced from her lungs.
 
“Yes, yes it is,” said Lindsay, tears of joy running down her cheeks and smearing her makeup.
 
“Let’s go to the bathroom together and I’ll fix that face of yours,” said Katrina, as soon as Lindsay stopped.
 
“Okay!” Lindsay agreed, and hand in hand, they left the dance floor.

Over a dozen sexy transformation stories await you in Transformation Park! Get the ebook today on Amazon!

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.

Come one come all, to the magical candy tour. Indulge your cravings. Feed your desires. Consequences? Who wants to worry about those? ​Sweet Tooth is an illustrated furry/anthro story about a small group touring a candy factory, who find the place is more than it seems. The magic can range from concepts as clean and simple as "eat candy, get fat" to multi-topic changes, involving ethical dilemmas and game theory. Transformations involve both males and females and include weight gain, gender change, age progression, species change, macro, inflation, and more! You can check out a NSFW, gender change themed excerpt of this story, called Deiser, via PDF. 

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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