Policy Change

Chapter 1
Policy Change

I pass by a newspaper stand in Chicago, where we live. Forbes Magazine’s headline article is titled as follows: "James Ward sells IBM share for $110 million; disappears from the public eye". The news is shocking to everyone in the business world: the CEO had just resigned, and when you were appointed as acting CEO everyone was certain it would be permanent. However, after you allocated company funds to get politicians to support a bill legalizing a much more aggressive collection method, the price of the stock increased by 5000%

It was totally unheard of, the first stock surge of its kind. When you did the math, you realized it made your share of the company worth 110 million and some change. The amount of money you’d been chasing your whole life had finally presented itself. You seized the opportunity. It was shocking because it was the opinion of many that you were the best executive a company had ever seen, and your career would’ve been heavily followed. Meanwhile I was on my way to meet up with my Master/boyfriend, the owner of a small chain of restaurants here in Chicago. I knock on door b5 at the motel. He opens it. "You’re late." he says. "Sorry, James wanted me to baby him again. Ugh." He sighs, "well at least you’re here. Did you get the stuff?" he asks. "Oh yes. I’ll be using it tonight at his party." He grins. "Wonderful. Now, on your knees slut."

Cut to that evening. You’ve rented out a 5 star restaurant. The chefs will be making specialty dishes for all your friends and family who will be here. The night is in your honor. You’re getting all dressed up in a tuxedo. I’m sitting on the bed beside you. "Looks good on you. I know you can get anxiety sometimes, even if it’s just your friends and family. Take this to help you out a bit." I say as I hand you a pink capsule. The pink reminds you of the discussion we had earlier "Thanks honey." You gulp down the capsule. "I’m glad we can agree about adopting a boy. I know you really wanted a baby girl, and maybe we can still have a discussion about that someday." I smile "Don’t worry about it tonight. Another time." "I love you. I’m gonna go take a leak." You approach the mirror. You turn the sink on and splash some cold water on your face. You start to feel woozy. You look back up at the mirror and see your body beginning to shrink in real time. You pass out.

As you begin to wake up you feel different. You’re in something much more comfortable than the tuxedo you were wearing a moment ago. You open up your seemingly squinter eyes to see a pink onesie on your body, as well as a pair of pink fluffy slippers and a my little pony diaper. You let out a scream, trying to say "what the fuck is going on?!", only it comes out more like "ehhhh goooo gagaga ehhh". I walk over to you "Don’t worry Master, I’ll take care of the baby." "Good." Master looks at you "This tux fits nice and snug, thanks" You realize he’s wearing YOUR tux. "Well, she won’t be needing it anymore, will she?" Master walks over to us. "No she won’t" Master ends the sentence with a kiss to my lips "Time to go!"

We get in the limo to take us to the restaurant. "Wow, that may be the cutest baby I’ve ever seen! And I’m not just ass kissing here" The driver says. "Thanks, her names Bianca. She’s our sweet little princess." As the door shuts, I begin to strap you in to the car seat. The shock is finally wearing off of you "Alright, I can get out of this. I just have to fight back and they’ll reverse it." You try to unbuckle the car seat’s belt. But you have trouble pushing it in. You focus on it. You push as hard as you can. You can’t do it. You add a second finger, a third, fourth, fifth. Before you know it you’re using both hands to try and unbuckle a simple seat belt. The whole while I don’t bother to get involved, because me and Master are having a very in depth, loving conversation. Soon you get so frustrated you let out a huge cry. You give up and begin sobbing. "Oh, the struggles of taking care of a baby. Hold on Master" I pick you up and begin talking to you in a quiet, calm voice. Suddenly all the anger you have fades away. You don’t know why. A small part of you is still fighting to continue crying. But your baby instincts take over. You have no control over your body or your mind. Totally at the whim of me, Daddy. "Daddy’s here, calm down. Daddy loves you. Daddy’s little girl is very important to him. You know you weren’t happy as an adult. And you always suspected Daddy didn’t enjoy babying you. Now we can both be happy. I have my baby girl, and I’ll enjoy babying you." But you weren’t happy. That was just fantasy, pretend. This? This was for real. No going back. No control for real. And at the worst you were a girl. Before you could finish thinking about it, I pick you up and start putting blush on your face. "You have the cutest red cheeks" I say as I pick up some sticker nails" You’re not supposed to put nail polish on a baby, so these will have to do Bianca" Your nails are now pink, matching your cheeks. Your exposed MLP diaper matches the rest of your pink outfit perfectly. We arrive at the restaurant. I put you in a little mermaid stroller retrieved from the trunk, and we enter the restaurant.

As you are rolled in, it all becomes so surreal. Everything slows down. You see all your friends and family, the most important people to you. They all gaze and smile at you, but not because they recognize you. "So cute!" "She’s adorable!" "What a cute diaper pattern!" "Aww look at her widdle pink nails!" They say. You can’t believe how humiliated you are. There’s a small stage set up, and I roll you onto it. I move towards the speaker "Testing testing" I say. The loud speakers hurt your sensitive ears. "Hello everyone, hope everyone’s doing well tonight. I really appreciate you coming out here for the adoption party. James wasn’t able to make it, he had a business meeting." It was a very believable excuse. You worked so hard, so often. And for what? To become this, a little baby? All your hard work wasted, all your stress for nothing. "Before we begin the festivities, a couple things. Number 1, I’d like to thank someone very special." I point to my Master "This is Mr. Smith, a great friend of mine. Recently there was some panic that his businesses would not be able to survive due to the new debt collection methods that put a lot of pressure on him. Well, I’m glad to announce he’s come into some money, and he will be opening 5 new restaurants in the next year." Your friends and family applaud. "Second, our little princess Bianca here was a little naughty on the way over here. She tried to unbuckle her carseat. I’m just gonna give her a little spanking here." I take you out of the stroller. I lay you down on your stomach. Your head is turned to the crowd. You see your loved ones. As I begin to spank, they all begin laughing. Laughing incredibly hard, so hard some of them have tears. I’m not spanking hard but you begin to cry. You’re so humiliated. Helpless. No way out. This is your life. You are my baby girl. My princess. You’re not getting out of this. Your 110 million is for me and Master. You’ll see me serving him the rest of your life. His business your policies worked so hard to profit off of, will now flourish because of your hard earned money. You accept your fate with tears in your eyes