✅ The Baby Makers

Pink Mist

Stacie pulled her new, cuter panties on with a grin, and then took the leggings that Phil was holding out for her. It took a little longer than normal to work out which way around to put them on, but she managed that on her own as well. It was a perfect fit, soft fabric hugging her skin, and the top was just as comfortable. Stacie looked at herself in the mirror, and smiled to see how well the new clothes suited her. Phil turned to some drawers in the corner, and came back with a pair of ankle socks that probably matched the panties she'd chosen, with a slice of cake printed on the bottom of one foot, and something that could have been a trifle on the other. Stacie grinned and sat on the bench again to pull them on, giggling a little at the cute designs. They were sillier than anything she would normally wear, but they were just perfect for today.

"You happy with that?" Phil asked, as Stacie did a twirl in front of the big mirror. But he could have known the answer from the joy in her movements, feeling so free from other people's expectations. She didn't say anything, feeling a little shy, but that was only natural too. She nodded when Phil looked at her, and that was all the answer he needed.

"Let's get you back to the art room, then," he said, opening the door they'd come in through. "Unless you changed your mind?" Stacie ran up and took his hand again. Doctor Phil's hands seemed so much bigger than his, ready to protect her. She knew then that she'd be happy doing whatever he wanted to do.

Stacie looked at the pictures as they went back to the art room, trying to decide what to paint. She didn't try to remember the way, because she knew Doctor Phil would always be there to take her where she needed to go. And then they were back in a huge room like a cathedral, with paints and pencils all around the walls. Stacie looked up to see just how big the ceiling was, and saw that it had two glass domes in the middle, to make sure there was always lots of light for painting. That meant this room was probably at least two floors high, so the giganticness wasn't just from her shrinking, or thinking she'd shrunk, or whatever had happened. It was hard to work out the real size though, and staring up at those domes just reminded her how small she was.

"You want to try finger painting like the little kids?" Phil asked, "Or drawing first?"

Stacie looked at the huge selection of colours and materials for her to choose from. She'd never seen a classroom with so many different tools, even in school. She thought about painting, but then imagined how embarrassing it could be if she splashed paint on her new clothes so soon after getting changed. Almost every time she looked at her hands, her fingers seemed shorter and pudgier, getting more like a baby's. She knew she'd found it hard to unfasten all the buttons on the clothes that were too old for her, and she could guess it would probably be a bit harder to hold a brush as well. So she moved towards one desk that had a huge selection of crayons in a rack, almost a whole rainbow of colours. Even if it was a bit harder to draw straight lines, she knew she wouldn't make a mess with those. And somehow, she found that impressing the doctor was really important to her now. She wanted to show him that she was still old enough to draw a proper picture, so much better than the shapeless blobs on the walls.

As soon as she sat down, Doctor Phil was at her elbow, offering a range of different coloured paper and card. She took a piece that was almost white, just the faintest shade of pink that you might think was just light reflecting off the red piece next to it. She knew she'd made the right choice when she leaned down to look closely at some darker speckles within the paper, and noticed a sweet, flowery scent. This was paper made with seeds, or tiny pieces of petals, right inside the sheet, and it smelled lovely.

Stacie took a deep breath, and a memory poked at the back of her mind. The smell of roses was special, she knew. As long as she was here, that smell would make her happy, giggly, and eager to please. Feelings that would grow as long as she could smell it. She knew that was something she'd agreed to feel at the start of the game, and that it would only happen as long as it was still fun for her. The senses she'd spent most of her life training reminded her of what was happening, but she knew that she didn't need to know, so she just let herself enjoy the nice perfume.

For just a second, she hesitated. She couldn't remember what they did in this place, it was a mystery and a surprise for her. She only knew that being a little girl again was part of it, and now she was sure that being eager to please would be a part of it as well. What she did here would be one step closer to the mysterious thing she'd signed up for, and she couldn't help being nervous about that even if she didn't know why.

She glanced up at Doctor Phil, and tried to guess what he was thinking. She was pretty sure she wasn't supposed to know anything now, everything was supposed to be a complete surprise for her. And she was sure it would be a nice surprise, but she still couldn't forget completely. She couldn't shut away her senses, she would always be a member of the Order, and she would always know when someone was trying to change her thoughts. But maybe, if she didn't know where it was heading, she could just enjoy it anyway.

She could see Phil was about to ask something. Maybe he could guess that she knew something, so she had to show that she was going to play along. Show him the difference between knowing what he was doing, and fighting it. There was only one thing she could think of, so she did it. She leaned down towards the desk and took a deep breath of the flowery scent. It seemed to fill her mind, making everything seem so simple. The world around her seemed as pink as the paper, and she could feel her thoughts getting slower. But that was fine, it was what she wanted even if she didn't remember why. And more importantly, it was what Doctor Phil wanted.

"It smells like flowers!" she said, and found herself getting carried away by giggles. She'd seen that he had all different colours of paper, but never imagined that any of them might be different smells as well. That was so wonderful, a brilliant invention, and she didn't know what to do about it except laugh.