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Chapter 8: Etiquette 101: Alyssa is Born Danielle woke up, feeling a little disoriented.  Prior to her awakening, she was once again attending classes at Littletown College.  As annoying as the freshman diaper mandate was, she just went along with it.  But all this faded when she began to pee her diaper right in the middle of her first class. And like clockwork, there it was.  Danielle would barely move since she was in a laying position, confined to a sleepsack in a crib.  As confined as she was, she could feel that her diaper was very wet.  But how?  During the day, she had no problem in being able to hold her bladder.  It was always at night that her bladder decided to betray her. Still groggy and sleepy, Danielle squinted her eyes, her vision beginning to fade before her very eyes… RRRRRRRRRRRRRRIP!  RRRRRRRRRRRRRRIP! Danielle squinted her eyes again to find herself laying on the changing table, with her Amazon mother looming over her, the Velcro tabs still freshly in her hands. “Oh wow, Ally baby! That is quite the pottys you made last night!” Danielle blushed at this statement, as she still could not figure out why her bladder control was nonexistent while she slept.  ‘Maybe I’m not trying hard enough,’ she decided.  Maybe she should try again during the next time that she slept. Danielle could then feel a tingly sensation of two cold wipes brushing over her smooth and soft vulva which showed no trace of any more hair growth.  It still looked a little sore with the skin beginning to smooth out and the follicles beginning to vanish with new skin cells filling in all the various pores. “It’s getting worse, dear.” Irene said with a smile, knowing the truth of Danielle’s nighttime incontinence.  “It’s a good thing that mommy is keeping you in diapers.  Also, my baby, today is your big day.  After I change you and get you in a new outfit, you’re going to etiquette school!” Etiquette school.  Those two words sent a violent terror inside of Danielle’s mind.  The terror included a vision of what she saw yesterday. It was Layla.  Layla giggling and clapping her hands just like a mindless toddler.  The laughter repeated in her mind, serving as a reminder of the sealed fate that awaited her. But then Danielle’s fear turned into frustration and a quiet determination.  ‘No.  They won’t.  They will not break me.  No matter what they do to me, I will NOT be a baby!’ Irene quickly wadded up the soggy diaper and laid Danielle on a newly powdered diaper.  She closed the cap to the tube of barrier cream that she just finished applying all over her Little daughter’s diaper area.  The Amazon finished diapering Danielle, closing the thick diaper between her legs, which forced them both apart.  Both tapes were fastened. Danielle then felt two gigantic fingers emerging into her diaper, which made her blush.  They both quickly retreated. “All set, Alyssa.  Time for a new outfit.” By new outfit, Irene turned her attention to a drawer, which had nothing but onesie bodysuits inside.  She took one out that was white with red heart patterns all over it, with red lining the seam around the collar and leg openings. Danielle groaned in frustration, sneaking a glance at her bare chest, which looked like a child’s chest, due to her recent surgery.  Both her breasts were still flat and prepubescent and she was a little chubby around the belly.  She was so disgusted that she couldn’t look at her new chest and belly anymore.  ‘Really.  I’m now a little fatter because of my breast fat?  Enough already…’ SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! Danielle was securely fastened in the onesie bodysuit, which she thought looked ridiculous.  ‘Really.  A Valentine’s Day themed one?  Isn’t it still autumn?’ Irene then zipped her into a matching footed sleeper with red heart patterns before scooping her into her lap.  She knew that she had to make her Little’s feeding time quick so she wasted no additional time. Danielle saw the enormous bra fall right into the Amazon’s lap as she was elevated up to where she saw the bulbous teat.  The Amazon woman was already lactating before Danielle’s mouth even made contact with the nipple.  A little milk got on her chin as she began to suck on it.  A torrent of warm milk filled her mouth.  Warm sweet and nourishing. And like before, Danielle felt full after about a minute of her being nursed.  Then the drowsiness…Then…then… “I don’t think she’ll be too much trouble.  Wake up, Alyssa!” Danielle woke up to a sterile room that looked like some kind of check-in area.  She quietly whimpered when she saw it.  A line of Amazon women were all holding their Littles which to her looked like convicted criminals.  A series of hushed cries could be heard from each of the Littles, who all understood their eventual fate. An Amazon woman that was about eight and a half feet tall sighed when she was holding a mid-sized female Little about 56 inches tall.  “Poor Josie.” She sighed.  “Do I really have to hold her?” This resulted in some hushed groans from some other woman who were standing in line: “Really.”  “Seriously.”  “Doesn’t she know the rules?”  “They’re right there plain as day!” A nine and a half foot-tall Amazon woman holding a 60-inch male Little frowned.  “Don’t you know the rules?  If not, I implore you to look at the wall.  Don’t want your little Josie to run away.” The Amazon woman holding Josie blushed in embarrassment and pivoted to a nearby bulletin that was posted on the wall.  “Thanks,” she managed to mutter under her breath. While her mother did this, Josie looked sad and dejected, pouting in her Amazon mother’s arms.  “Put me down!” She cried.  “I don’t wanna be here!” Danielle heard the Little’s cry and nodded.  ‘Neither do I.’ This resulted in various Littles starting to cry and share their discontent about being at the etiquette school. “Let me go!” one boy Little about 67 inches tall cried.  “I never wanted to be adopted in the first place!” One Little girl about 60 inches tall was crying in an Amazon mother’s arms.  “It’s not fair!  Why did I have to be adopted?  I wanna go back to Littletown!” Danielle heard a sigh as she noticed Kathlene standing there holding Stephanie in her hands.  ‘Poor Stephanie.  So now what?  We both have to suffer now?’ Kathlene smiled at Irene.  “Isn’t this great?  You’re going to love it.  After etiquette school, your Alyssa is going to be a lot better off.  Just look at Layla.  This place does wonders!” Irene nodded matter-of-factly.  “I’ve seen it all.  Don’t forget that my company Swanson runs many daycares around the world.” Danielle sighed as she was placed in the hands of a 10-foot-tall Amazon woman in her 20’s who looked like she was part of the staff. Irene smiled and whispered into the woman’s ear.  “So, do you have enough zerisonious for her?  I want my little one to be a newborn by the time she’s through your curriculum.” The Amazon staff woman nodded and whispered back.  “Oh, we have plenty.  Just last week alone, we had 10 new newborns finish the etiquette school, and they’re all crying like babies!  Your little one is in good hands.  Her name?” “Alyssa,” Irene whispered. The woman nodded.  “Ah.  Alyssa.  Well I’m Dahlia and I’ll be taking care of your Ally very carefully.  Since she’s so tender and delicate, she will be assigned with the other newborns-to-be in the newborn nursery.  We recommend a month of schooling for the best results.” Irene nodded, knowing that the average etiquette school would take two or three months to break in a Little.  But the Swanson accelerated program could break in a Little as early as two weeks.  She gave Danielle one more kiss and smiled.  “See you later, sweetie!  I’ll be visiting from time to time!” Kathlene smiled and pointed at Stephanie.  “I know that Melissa is also a newborn, but can you make her just 12 months old?” She whispered.  “I want her to walk and even talk a little.  I especially want her to know how to say mama.  Can you do that?” Another Amazon woman that was almost 11 feet tall picked up Stephanie and nodded.  “Why certainly!  Any treatment request that you have submitted to us will be done just as you requested.  Your Melissa Hyer will be broken into her 12-month-old self.  She will walk, talk, crawl and behave just like a 12-month-old when we’re finished with her.  I am Judy and will be taking care of her with the other staff.  She will be taken to the 12-to 18-month-old room where the Littles in her age-to-be grouping will be treated.” Kathlene smiled and then kissed Stephanie.  “Bye bye Missy dear!  Mommy will visit you often!” Danielle sighed as she watched her get carried away from her best friend, who was being carried in the opposite direction of where Dahlia was taking her. Dahlia smiled as she carefully swaddled Danielle between her arms.  “It will be okay, baby.  When we’re done with you, everything is going to be fine.  Okay?” Danielle was taken into a large room that looked just like a nursery.  The walls were covered in pastel colors, with prints of zoo animals lining the perimeter of the room.  A series of cribs surrounded the outer perimeter of the room, with changing tables next to every set of three cribs. To Danielle’s surprise, six other Littles were already laying in the room in their own carrycots that sat within a small circle with carpeted squares.  There were two boys and four girls. One of the boys was…no.  Was it? ‘Danny?’ Danielle gasped as she stole a glance at him as Dahlia carried her past the carrycots to an empty one that had her name written on it on a small laminated bracelet which sat atop the carrycot. Danielle was almost sat into her carrycot when she heard a voice that made her gasp. “Danielle, is that really you?” It was another boy, but it wasn’t Danny. Danielle gasped as her face blushed.  It…It was… Cory.  ‘No.  Not him too!’ “You too?” Danielle gasped. “Both me and Danny, I’m afraid.” Cory said with a sigh.  “We…we just couldn’t run away.  Two different Amazons adopted us at the same time.” “No!!!!” Another girl shouted.  “Not you Dani!” “Sabrina?” Danielle gasped. Danielle then quickly made a sweeping glance to see if she could recognize any of the other three girls in the nursery.  Unfortunately, she couldn’t. “That will be enough from all of you!” Dahlia shouted.  “The seven of you are not to speak another word.  You are all in the Newborn Nursery, and when you’re all done with your schooling, crying is the only way you’ll be able to communicate.  So, stop your adult behavior as it will not be tolerated here.” The whole room became silent as a wave of terror struck all seven Littles that now cowered in their carrycots. “Good babies.” Dahlia said in a condescending tone.  “Now every one of you will be inspected in another room by a nurse to ensure that you have had your preparation treatments done.” The nurse that was about nine feet tall took every Little one by one into an examination room.  She checked every Little for evidence of the preparation treatments being done.  If they were a girl, she checked for flat chests devoid of any trace of adult cleavage.  And for all boys and girls, she checked for any pubic hair under the hood.  If any Little had something in violation of these requirements, they would be sent home to their Amazon mother and she would have to reschedule their enrollment date after they have completed their preparation treatments. To the nurse’s relief, every one of the seven Newborn Littles had smooth skin and for the girls no adult cleavage and slightly chubby bellies. Another thing that the nurse did during the inspection was change all the Littles into new diapers.  And since they were all Newborns, they were all changed into Newborn diapers. Dahlia worked with the nurse, feeding each Little a baby bottle filled with warm milk.  The nurse fed both the boys and Dahlia fed all the girls. Danielle tried to glance at Cory, Danny, and Sabrina, but her eyes were getting too tired.  And not only did she feel tired, but she felt a foggy haze in her mind.  For a moment, Danielle tried thinking, but the thoughts somehow didn’t make any sense.  ‘Wha?  What just happened?’  Danielle opened her mouth to speak. “Wha?”  That is what she thought she heard but it came out as “Gah?” In moments, Danielle was thinking like her normal self again.  ‘Huh?  That was scary!  For a moment, I think that I forgot how to speak!’ Another foggy stupor invaded Danielle’s mind like an unwelcome guest.  When she felt this stupor, she opened her mouth and sighed for some reason. PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!! ‘Did I just….’  Danielle could barely move, still laying in her carrycot. “Pee yew!  Did someone just make a stinky?” Dahlia picked Danielle up and gave her a teasing smile.  “I know a little girl that just pooped and her name is….ALYSSA!!!” Dahlia then extended her enormous fingers toward Danielle and began to tickle her. Within the next five minutes, Danielle found herself on the changing table, being skillfully changed by Dahlia.  With practiced efficiency, Dahlia wiped, applied barrier cream and powdered Danielle into a new diaper. “All done, Ally cakes!” Dahlia cooed.  “You look tired, and it looks like your mommy already changed you into your onesie and footed sleeper!  Sweet dreams, my baby…” Danielle awoke to find another baby bottle placed into her mouth.  Instinctually, she sucked on it until it was empty. Just as the last of the milk was being finished, Danielle felt the stupor again.  She could hear a infantile giggle come out of her mouth before a slurred coo.  It felt so automatic like it was almost muscle memory.  ‘No.  Again?  Did I just slip into regression?  Is that what happened?  No!  I will not!  I will nooooooooot…..” “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!” Danielle could not believe it.  She was wailing like a baby. But there she was, still held securely in Dahlia’s arms. “Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Dahlia said with a calm smile.  “Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….Shhhhhhhhhh…It’s okay Ally cakes.  Just give it time.  You will be fine, my dear.”  Dahlia stuck a pacifier into Danielle’s mouth and she began to feverishly suck on it. Just as Dahlia sat Danielle into the crib and spun the mobile… “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” It sounded like another Little, which Danielle could only guess was either Sabrina or another girl. The stupor began to leave Danielle and she sighed.  ‘No…I will not.  I will not become a baby…’ Danielle then heard the mesmerizing sound of the mobile as it spun above her.  It further calmed her as she began to feel like she was in a trance… Danielle fought the stupor for the next day as she laid in a carrycot.  Whether she was asleep or awake, an iPad played with a happy rabbit repeating the same message over and over again: “Hi!  I’m Alyssa Madison Collingsworth.  I was just born and I love my mommy! Hi!  I’m Alyssa Madison Collingsworth.  I was just born and I love my mommy! Hi!  I’m Alyssa Madison Collingsworth.  I was just born and I love my mommy! Hi!  I’m Alyssa Madison Collingsworth.  I was just born and I love my mommy! Hi!  I’m Alyssa Madison Collingsworth.  I was just born and I love my mommy! Hi!  I’m Alyssa Madison Collingsworth.  I was just born and I love my mommy! Hi!  I’m Alyssa Madison Collingsworth.  I was just born and I love my mommy! Hi!  I’m Alyssa Madison Collingsworth.  I was just born and I love my mommy! Hi!  I’m Alyssa Madison Collingsworth.  I was just born and I love my mommy!” ‘No….’ Danielle said as she fought the looping audio, drifting in and out of consciousness. The other Littles showed equal resistance as they all laid in their carrycots, listening to personalized hypnotic audios all declaring their new names to them. Besides the forced hypnosis, Danielle was only bottle fed whenever she was hungry and she had her diaper changed every single hour like clockwork.  As was the custom with any newborn, the staff at The Swanson Little Etiquette School of Cepalocum took extra care to make sure each of the newborn Little’s needs were met with personalized care and efficiency. That day, both Danny and Sabrina had a blowout so it kept both the nurse and Dahlia busy. With each feeding, Danielle felt the stupor grow with more intensity.  Almost instinctually, Danielle let out a loud and happy coo. But she still had some of her mind intact.  ‘Did I just…slip…again?  I will not.  Next bottle, I will not.’ But every bottle that Danielle was fed, she sank deeper and deeper into the infantilizing spiral. Danielle squinted her eyes open, noticing that Dahlia was holding a wadded up wet diaper. “All fresh and in a new diapy, Ally cakes!” Dahlia cooed.  “I’m going to do some sensory play with you and then it’s time for your audios.” “You mean forced hypnosis,” Danielle muttered, not realizing that she said this out loud. Dahlia flinched, almost dropping Danielle with a gasp.  “Bad girl!” she said, asserting her authority.  “You’re a Little, so we’re reverting you to the baby you should be.  Talk again and there’s going to be consequences.”  She steadied her arm, now fully securing her grip with Danielle.  ‘She’s quite the strong one! The last girl who resisted like this only needed a stronger dose of the zerisonious.  I will up this dose just a little bit for her next bottles as I’m not sure if Miss Collingsworth wants this to be permanent.  Don’t speak if she talks.  Don’t want to enforce any adult behavior…’ Danielle finished her next bottle of milk, which vaguely resembled the breastmilk that she had from her mother.  ‘Does Dahlia pump her own milk here?’  Danielle didn’t know.  All she knew was that the milk was good.  And… Danielle let out a full-blown infantile giggle.  Then a coo.  Then a longer coo before she…. Danielle woke up in her crib in a loud wail: “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” ‘Huh?’ Danielle mentally gasped.  ‘Why did I just cry like that?  It almost felt…automatic…’ Dahlia wasted no time in scooping Danielle out of her crib and giving her soft pats on her diapered butt.  ‘She’s just wet.’  Dahlia stuck a pacifier in Danielle’s mouth and proceeded to change her diaper on the changing table. Danielle’s eyes fluttered as she was carried back to the crib.  She could feel the pacifier being removed from her mouth and she heard the mesmerizing sound of the mobile spinning before she heard Dahlia’s calming voice. “Sweet dreams, Ally cakes…” “Hi!  I’m Alyssa Madison Collingsworth.  I was just born and I love my mommy! Hi!  I’m Alyssa Madison Collingsworth.  I was just born and I love my mommy! Hi!  I’m Alyssa Madison Collingsworth.  I was just born and I love my mommy! Hi!  I’m Alyssa Madison Collingsworth.  I was just born and I love my mommy!” Danielle squinted her eyes open, having completely lost track of time.  She didn’t know how long she had been at the etiquette school, but she saw a familiar face. “Hi sweetie!” Irene scooped her Little daughter up and held her in her arms.  “How was your first week of etiquette school?” Danielle, still firmly fighting the treatment, gave her mother a tired stare.  ‘First week?  I don’t like it.  “Ih taw-rah-bull!” Danielle shouted almost automatically without thinking. Irene sighed.  “Oh dear!  It looks like you can still speak!” Dahlia nodded, and then softly whispered into Irene’s ear.  “I’m trying to be careful with the zerisonious I’m giving your little Alyssa.  I mean, you don’t want her newborn regression to be permanent, right?  I’ll never forget the lesson that I learned!  When I first started working at this etiquette school about 12 years ago, I gave a Little girl way too much zerisonious and the effects of her regression were permanent.  I know this since the mother called me a year later and was angry that her daughter was still acting like a newborn.  She wanted her to be 18 months after that.  Since then, I have been really careful with the dosage.  I’ll up it a little more but I don’t want to push it.  After we find the right dosage, you can give her that prescribed amount every night and she will remain a newborn as long as you keep giving her that exact amount every night.” Irene smiled at Dahlia.  “It’s fine.  You’re figuring it out.”  She then kissed Danielle on the cheek.  “Just dropping in to say hi.  I’m going on an important business trip.  I’ll be back in a couple weeks!” Irene then glanced around to see another mother holding Sabrina.  Unlike Danielle, Sabrina was already cooing and babbling, showing no sign of any lingering adulthood. “My wittle Meggy boo boo…” the Amazon mother cooed as she dandled Sabrina up and down.  “Three more weeks, Megan.  Mommy will take you home in three weeks.” Both Cody and Danny didn’t have any visitors since their mothers visited them over the weekend. Danielle’s eyes fluttered up and down.  Up and down. Up and down.  Up….and….down….. “Hi!  I’m Alyssa Madison Collingsworth.  I was just born and I love my mommy! Hi!  I’m Alyssa Madison Collingsworth.  I was just born and I love my mommy! Hi!  I’m Alyssa Madison Collingsworth.  I was just born and I love my mommy! Hi!  I’m Alyssa Madison Collingsworth.  I was just born and I love my mommy!” Over the next week and a half, Danielle’s wearied eyes squinted as she tiredly heard the excited cartoon bunny repeat the hypnotic audio over and over again. Every time that she heard it, Danielle continued to resist over and over again.  But as the hours and days went by, she could feel herself growing more and more tired about defending her name. ‘I…I am…I am Danielle…’ Danielle thought feeling fatigued.  ‘Danielle Marie…Williams….’ But one thing that Danielle was not able to fight was her growing muscle memory of crying whenever she woke up.  Cooing and babbling after her bottle.  Or just cooing and babbling at random times.  And as she did this more and more, it seemed to bother her less and less. Danielle just couldn’t put it into words anymore.  She just felt…calm…loved…cared for… And as the days went by with Danielle’s feedings, Danielle began to notice something profound.  Her surroundings were still the same, but her senses were beginning to intensify. And…the words…What words?  Danielle found it harder and harder to think with each successive day that went by.  The words buzzing in her mind just didn’t make sense to her anymore.  Simple concepts that were so easy to understand were now starting to make her head hurt.  But all this was replaced by happy giggles and babbles.  Or whining and crying if she was in a needy mood. “Hi!  I’m Alyssa Madison Collingsworth.  I was just born and I love my mommy! Hi!  I’m Alyssa Madison Collingsworth.  I was just born and I love my mommy! Hi!  I’m Alyssa Madison Collingsworth.  I was just born and I love my mommy! Hi!  I’m Alyssa Madison Collingsworth.  I was just born and I love my mommy!” It was now nearing the end of Danielle’s third week when Danielle just felt overwhelmed. ‘I…’ Danielle thought, mustering every remaining ounce of brain power that she had.  ‘I am…Dan…Danielle?  No.  That’s wrong.  I….I am…I am Alyssa…Alyssa…Madison…Collingsworth.  I….was… just born…and I…love…my mommy….’ And with that, the cocoon burst open.  The caterpillar made a lot of effort to break free.  But she did. Alyssa broke free.  Alyssa knew who she was now. Alyssa happily cooed and babbled, feeling complete freedom in whatever burden that she had formerly released. Alyssa’s mind was now full of colors.  Feelings.  Sensations.  Smells.  She no longer thought in words. Alyssa effortlessly giggled as she was carried into Dahlia’s arms. “I can see it, Ally cakes.” Dahlia cooed.  “You’re a sweet little baby now and with only a week to spare!” Alyssa let out another happy coo, not having any semblance of what Dahlia was even saying.  To her, Dahlia’s voice was like music.  A pleasant sound to her ears. And Alyssa was not the only butterfly to emerge out of her cocoon.  Both boys were now acting like newborns. “Oliver!” The mother cooed at the boy who was formerly Cody. "Samuel!” Another mother cooed at the boy who was formerly Danny. Both Oliver and Samuel happily cooed as they were both held in their mother’s arms. Alyssa was sucking on her pacifier as Dahlia held her in her arms. ‘I guess I found the right dose of zerisonious.’  Dahlia thought with a smile as she held her charge.  ‘I’ll lower it just a teeny bit to see if she reverts back a little bit.  I’ll use this last week to tweak the dosage until it’s just right.’ Alyssa was just about to fall asleep when Irene entered with a smile. “I’m back!” Irene said with a smile.  Her expression changed when she saw that her Little daughter was sleeping in Dahlia’s arms.  “Oh.  My little Ally baby is sleeping?  She’s not still talking, is she?” “Not at all,” Dahlia said with a smile.  “During week three, Alyssa was finally broken into her role.  During these three weeks, we have been playing a hypnotic file with Barbara the Bunny repeating her full name, her age, and that she loves you.  Buried within the hypnotic file is a subliminal message telling her that it’s okay to wet and mess her diapers.  We have not needed to use the Sleep P’s once since the files began.  Only on her first night was this actually needed.  Her bladder and bowels have been releasing automatically now, just like a newborn.” Irene smiled.  “Good.  Let me hold my little Ally baby…” Irene scooped Alyssa out of Dahlia’s hands. Alyssa’s eyes fluttered open as she saw a familiar face in front of her as she was held securely in her mother’s arms. Because of the shock, Alyssa began to cry a little bit. But this was quickly ended when Irene took a pacifier out of her diaper bag and placed it in her mouth. “There sweetie,” Irene said calmly.  “No need to cry.  Mommy’s here…” Alyssa smiled when she heard Irene say mommy.  It was such a pleasant sound to her ears.  She could smell the strong perfume which filled her nostrils. And as she was being held, that was all that she could think of.  No words were in Alyssa’s mind anymore.  Alyssa still thought in smells.  In sensations.  In feelings.  In colors.  In patterns.  Whatever her eyes could perceive was what occupied her mind instead of words. Alyssa sniffed again and let out a happy coo.  “Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhhh….”  The newborn Little happily cooed as she stared at her mommy, snugly held in her loving embrace. Irene smiled as she gently patted Alyssa on the diapered butt.  “One more week, dear.  One more week and I’ll take you home.  After that, we can plan a fun sleepover at your Auntie Kathlene’s!  You’ll get to see your cousins again.  Courtney, James, Brian, Lilly, Layla, and Melissa!  You, Layla, and Melissa can have a fun sleepover!  Yeah!” Alyssa only responded with a happy coo before she squinted her eyes shut. For the remaining week, not much changed with Alyssa’s pattern of thinking.  A couple of days into the adjustment of the zerisonious dose, Alyssa felt a strange old husk of the cocoon that was her former name and life.  There were letters, but she didn’t know what they even meant. And being so used to her sound, sensations, colors, and patterns, a series of letters swarming in her mind only brought frustration to the poor little girl.  She didn’t know that the letters were forming words.  And the words would’ve formed sentences.  Sentences that would’ve described what Alyssa was feeling right now.  Sentences that had she been fluent would’ve reminded her of who she was. The tormenting letters that invaded her mind brought tears to her eyes. “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!”  Alyssa wailed, not tolerating the strange letters any longer in her mind.  “Ib bihblllll!!!!” Dahlia was there once again, scooping Alyssa into her arms. “What’s wrong, my Ally cakes?”  Dahlia chirped. “Ih bahbhrll bihbillllll!!!!” Alyssa babbled in nonsensical syllables. Dahlia nodded as she put just a tiny bit more zerisonious into the bottle that she was about to feed Alyssa.  “You’re beginning to babble, sweetie.  Your mommy wants you to be a newborn, not a four-month-old.  That should be the right dose.” Dahlia stuck the bottle into Alyssa’s mouth and she began to suck on it. Even after the bottle was gone, Alyssa still babbled a little bit. But over the next day or two in being fed the same slightly increased dosage of zerisonious, Alyssa’s babbling vanished entirely. Despite Alyssa being broken in, Dahlia still played the hypnosis file with Barbara Bunny reading the hypnotic message to Alyssa: “Hi!  I’m Alyssa Madison Collingsworth.  I was just born and I love my mommy! Hi!  I’m Alyssa Madison Collingsworth.  I was just born and I love my mommy! Hi!  I’m Alyssa Madison Collingsworth.  I was just born and I love my mommy! Hi!  I’m Alyssa Madison Collingsworth.  I was just born and I love my mommy!” Alyssa happily cooed at the sound of the file.  “Ehhhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhh….” The week finally came to an end and all the mothers entered the Newborn Nursery to pick up their newly reformed Littles. Of the seven Littles that began with adult minds, every one of them were behaving like a newborn now. Irene carried Alyssa in her carrycot.  As she walked down the hallway, she joined her sister Kathlene. Kathlene was holding another butterfly that has managed to break away from the cocoon.  Melissa had broken free, no longer bound by the cocoon that was her former name of Stephanie.  “Wait until we get to the parking lot!  Missy wants to show you something!” Irene eagerly carried Alyssa out of the etiquette school with Kathlene, wanting to see what her niece could do. Once outside, Kathlene gently placed Melissa on the parking lot. “Come on, Missy!” Kathlene calmly coaxed.  “Come to mommy!” Melissa giggled as she pressed both hands against the pavement until she stood on both her two feet.  “Mama!”  Melissa shouted in a needy voice.  “Mama!” And with a rather energetic sprint, Melissa hurried over to where Kathlene was standing. “Good girl!” Kathlene praised, lifting Melissa up into her arms.  “Now we’re going to go home and you’re going to play with Layla!  And starting Monday, you’ll be joining Layla in daycare!” At this, Melissa smiled.  “Lala!  Lalalalala!” Irene grinned.  “I think she’s trying to say Layla!” Kathlene laughed.  “You’re right!”  She playfully brushed a tuft of Melissa’s hair and smiled.  “Yeah!  Your sister’s name is Layla!  We’re going to take a short nap when we get home and you can play with her.  Okay?” Melissa nodded with a big smile on her face.  “Mama!” Both Amazon mothers said their goodbyes before buckling their girls into their car seats. For Alyssa, all Irene had to do was place the carrycot/car seat into the mount until it clicked into place. During the whole exchange with Melissa walking to her mother, Alyssa was fast asleep.  And she was still sleeping during the whole ride home. Visions of patterns and colors filled Alyssa’s mind as she slept. Sweet and pleasant smells.  Soft things.  Sweet milk.  Pleasant sounds which were reminiscent of Dahlia’s voice and then her mommy’s voice.  Even the sound of the mobile that she heard for the past month. And for just a moment, Alyssa felt something familiar blow through her mind.  It was like a gentle wind that kissed her hair.  A friendly touch that seemed as if it were trying to say something. Then, for only a moment, speech. Intelligible speech. ‘Colors.  Sounds.  Smells.  Blankets.  Powder.  Diapers.  Dahlia and mommy.  What going on?  What my name?’ ‘Da….Da…Dahlia watched me and I…I’m…Alyssa.  Alyssa Madison Collingsworth.  I was just born and I love my mommy!’ Whoever Alyssa used to be, she just couldn’t remember anymore.  All she knew was that she was Alyssa.  Yes.  She really was her now. It was official.  Whoever Alyssa used to be was gone. But that didn’t bother Alyssa.  Her brief moment of lucidity vanished and the words dissolved into the tactile sensations that made up her mind.  This and all the other senses.  Sight, sound, and smell. The newborn Little had officially graduated etiquette school.  The former name that she forgot was dead and Alyssa was now born.     Thanks!  I've been busy so this one took a while to write.  😀

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