It's coming back to me. I'm in a recovery room. I have just gone through a radical surgery. One that that can only be described as bizarre. My memory is vague at the moment but as time elapses, it is returning to me.

My name is Julianne (given to me by my mistress Andra). Our relationship started out quite normal but escalated into a world of a forced of feminization and infantileism.

We met in a bar (obviously) and hit it off right away. I was comfortable telling her about my ultimate fantasy of living the rest of my life as a baby girl. She told me that she was dominant, hated men, and would love to help me pursue my dream.

Andra is a beautiful Woman. She is quite statuesque with a body that most Women would kill for. She is also very into the idea that I have proposed. I want to be submissive and feminized. She wants me to be totally regressed to a toddler. Completely reliant on her. She will put me on hormones, and rid my body of hair. She will have my face feminized to that of a little girl, and will cut my hair appropriately. I will quit my job and commit to this for the rest of my life. If this is agreeable, she will have a legal contract drawn up by her Lawyer and the process will begin. I agreed without hesitation.

That was three years ago. Since then, my body has been softened by massive doses of hormones. Laser hair removal and eletrolysis has taken care of the rest. I now have only the soft downy hair that a baby would have. My breasts have filled out nicely and are very sensitive. My hips have become very wide (40") and my waist has shrunk to an amazing 29" through extensive corset training. Now, as I lay in the recovery room, I remember the last step in the process.

Andra had found a Doctor to perform an un-precedented surgery. He would remove my testicles and most of my scrotum. He would leave just enough tissue to put in two pea-sized testicular replacents. He would also hollow out my penis, make a few cuts, and form it into one of a new-born baby. That is what happened today.

I will now go home to a room that has been totally converted into a nursery. The wall-paper is pink. It has clowns and teddy-bears. A customized crib will be my new bed. The nursey is also complete with a changing table and a nursing chair. Andra has hired a "Wet Nurse" to feed me. I will not be allowed to speak normally. I will wear diapers, plastic panties, and pretty pink dresses at all times. My hair has been cut into a very cute "little girl" style, shoulder length with straight bangs. Eventually, Andra plans on having what's left of my penis and scrotum removed. In its place, will be a very feminine pre-pubescent vagina. By then, my behavior and my speach pattern will be that of a little girl. I can't wait until I'm healed. I cant wait to see the Doctor's work. I can't wait to start my life over.