Helen returns Lowri to her normal body. Hayley has Alan in her arms, cuddling him tightly against her breasts. Becky passes the sissy’s belongings to her boss. Helen bellows instructions to Hayley.
“Out of my room now and show the pervert off to the rest of the girls.”
Hayley leaves with her new daughter. Lowri returns to her desk. There is no secret about Alan’s misfortune. A large flat-screen had shown everything that had transpired. Becky laughs, hearing the round of applause from outside. Alan Jones is obviously a popular bouncing baby.
Helen inspects a mobile-phone and Alan’s diary. She removes his debit and credit cards plus about forty pounds in cash. They are safely deposited into her purse. To her delight his pin-numbers are written under his personal details.
“Who are these people under the title, I want to shag?”
Becky shrugs her shoulders.
“Dirty sod.”
Helen raises her eyebrows at the information in front of her.
“My god, he’s obsessed with his cousin’s daughters. Both are now married. He calls them Mummy Emma-Jane and Mummy Vicki.”
Becky hysterically nearly wetting herself, peers over her bosses shoulder, gasping with anticipation.
“He even fancies another cousins wife. Would love to meet Mummy Louise.”
They are both disgusted of his love for two women in their early seventies. Diane Bennett and Sonia White would have to be contacted.
Hayley is surrounded by excited girls, but insisting she will see them separately. Her first visit is to Laura, an attractive tall red-head of thirty.
Alan is obviously excited by this prospect. His feelings for Laura are a good reason for coming to work. She’s wearing a tight pair of skinny, blue jeans encasing a curvy bum, desperate to be fondled.
Hayley sits beside her, stroking the front of his white, satin christening dress. She turns to her baby.
“This is your Mummy Laura, smile for mummy, Holly Grace.”
Alan breaks wind in his tight pampas, smiling at Laura. Dribbling profusely, his nose runs like a drain. Not the most promising of introductions.
Laura smiles back, lifting him onto her lap, dabbing his nose with her snotty tissue. Alan is aroused by this, farting uncontrollably.
“What a pretty little girlie you are. Oh Alan what a transformation. You have a pretty new name as well.”
Hayley removes Alan’s wet dribble from his lips with her grotty hanky.
“You’re my pretty Holly Grace and Laura is another yummy mummy.”
Laura slips her hand up his dress resting her hand underneath.
“Those are such frilly panties, yes they are babe. Whose got pretty panties then? Holly Wolly Gwace has.”
She mimics his lisp that he obtained earlier in the morning. Laura’s fingers explore his plastic panties.
“Noisy plastic baby-panties, look so cute on Holly Grace. Let Mummy Laura wet-kiss you my kinky winky liddle babby.
Alan is still an adult inside a baby’s body, but an erection is completely out of the question. This is so degrading for him.
Hayley removes a jar of honey from her bag. Opening the lid, spitting into it, putting it in front of Laura’s mouth, her friend does the same. Licking a large plastic spoon, Hayley forces six helpings of sticky honey down his throat. Alan cannot protest, devouring half the jar.
“Well I did tell you to grow up, Alan. Yes I will repeat that statement until you are sick of hearing it.”
Laura smiles politely wiping his soiled lips with her fingers.
“Ah babykins, you remind me of my daughters Kaitlin and Ava when they were your age.”
Hayley is interested in this statement
“Have you spare baby-clothes for Holly Grace to wear?”
“Yes of course plenty of pretty dresses, especially pink ones.”
All of a sudden, Laura’s best friend arrives back from the canteen. Nikki has obviously had a boob-job as they are gigantic. Alan knows Nikki very well, finding her a common, lazy cow. This is a different situation. He has no authority whatsoever.
Laura introduces Nikki to their new sissy-baby. Her friend had been away while Alan had been regressed.
“Let me show you a miracle. This is Holly Grace, formally Alan.
