“Nothing, we are going to the store today and buy clothes for you,” my mother said, pulling on her blue tights.

Hastily saying goodbye to the head and the nurses, my mother took me in her arms and, leaving the office in the corridor, headed for the exit. Five minutes later we were standing at the bus stop. Sitting by my mother in my arms, I looked at the street with an enthusiastic smile: passers-by, fast cars passing by, pigeons sitting on wires ... The world around did not change from my transformation into a child. The big city continued to live its life. But it seemed to me that I was seeing everything for the first time. It was as if everything was happening in a strange, parallel reality.

From the thoughtfulness brought me up the bus. The road took us about an hour. My new mother lived in the opposite end of the city - in one of the newly built neighborhoods. We came to the right house - a typical sixteen-story building.

“Well, here is our porch,” Mom told me, stopping in front of the proper porch.

I wondered on which floor she lived. It turned out that at first. As soon as we entered the apartment, I immediately realized that Svetlana lives alone. The two-room apartment was a completely normal layout: a small room that served as a bedroom and a second, bigger one, which was the hall.

“I have already managed to prepare a little bit,” my mother said, dragging my hand into the hall.

Entering the hall, I understood what she meant. In one corner was a crib of light wood - of course with raised bars. Noticing a large box of toys next to me, I immediately went to her, marveling at the changes that had happened to me. Yesterday I had a real car with a motorcycle. Now I was uncontrollably attracted to the toy.

- Well, of course! - Mom laughed behind my back, - Immediately to the toys.

Rummaging in a box of toys, I pulled out a bright yellow motorcycle.

“Let's go, motorcyclist,” said my mother, taking me by the hand, “You should have changed the diaper a long time ago.” So full that he began to leak.

Mom hesitantly looked around.

- I wonder where it is better to take you, - she thought, - On the couch? Although probably more comfortable on the table.

Mom led me to the book-table by the window and started laying it out.

“First we lay a quilt so that Sashule is soft and comfortable,” she said. “And now the oilcloth.” Look what we got - a real changing table.

The table-book now really resembled specialized tables in the “House of the Child”. I was a little offended that my mother gathered to mess with me on the changing table, as with a baby toddler. Not to mention where this table was located - right by the open window. Realizing that everyone in the yard will be perfectly visible, as I change the diaper, I blushed deeply. In the meantime, various vials, jars and tubes began to appear on the table. Last mom gently put on the table a small bowl of water.

“Get over here,” she said, lifting me to the table. “And let's take off those wet tights.”

Mom quickly pulled off my pantyhose and immediately began to unbutton the diaper.

“What a heavy one,” she shook her head disapprovingly, holding the diaper removed from me, “A kilo of two, no less.” I wonder when your diaper was last changed. Oh, those nannies in the “House of the Child”!

Continuing to scold negligent nurses, my mother began to examine me carefully between my legs. Suddenly realizing that a short shirt did not even cover my navel, I blushed deeply and shyly covered myself with my palms.

- No, you just look at it! - mom laughed, - Two more are not fulfilled, but already shy. And who taught you this?

Affectionate mother's smile made me smile uncertainly.I understood how silly in my new position to be ashamed to be standing naked, but still I could not do anything with my shyness.

“You shouldn’t hide from your mother,” my mother told me tenderly, “So we will spread our hands.”

Mom forcibly spread my palms.

- Now let's see what you covered, - she smiled, - Is this pisyunchik?

Feeling the fingers of others groping between my legs, I wanted to fall into the ground from embarrassment.

“I knew it,” mom frowned, still tickling me between her legs, “We already had diaper rash. It is known how these nannies watch the children in the “House of the Child”. Save on diapers. They probably steal them on the sly.

Mom gently laid me on my back.

- Nothing, honey, - she smiled gently, - Mother has a special children's cream. We will quickly cure your diaper rash. And now we will change diapers more often. And now I will wash you well with soap. And the tummy, and between the legs.

Mom took a small cloth out of a bowl of water and, after washing it thoroughly, began to gently wipe my stomach, gradually going down lower and lower. It was very ticklish, not to mention how shy I was.

“Oh, what did I find here,” she suddenly laughed, lifting my pussy with her fingers, “Whose is this little pisunchik?” Sasha? Now we will wash it properly. So, from all sides.

Forced to endure manipulation with my pussy, I did not know where to go from embarrassment.

“And now let us lift the pisyunchik upstairs and work on this little bag,” Mom smiled softly, taking on an unbearably tickling wipe of a scrotum with a soapy cloth on my face.

Despite the tenderness of my mother's hands and her gentle voice, I still terribly embarrassed her.

“We washed the front,” Mom finally said, setting the cloth aside, “Now ass.”

I did not have time to come to my senses when my legs were turned up to the full, so that my knees were somewhere near the chest. Taking from the table a soaped rag, my mother began methodically wiping me between my buttocks. I tried to dodge the tickling rag, but in a defenseless pose with my legs tucked up, I could not do anything.

- What is your fidget, - smiled mom, - Do not fidget.

Mom handed me a toy lying on the table - a yellow motorcycle.

“Look, Sashulya, the wheels are spinning like a motorcycle,” she said, “And even the steering wheel turns.”

I began to study the toy motorcycle with concentration. Satisfied that I was distracted by the toy, my mother again began to wash me between my legs.

“Well, that's it,” she announced in half a minute, “It remains only to anoint Sasha with baby cream.

Continuing to keep my legs up, Mom reached for the blue tube on the table and, quickly unscrewing the cap, squeezed out a bit of white cream on my fingers.

- Let's start with the priests, - she said, tickling sliding palm between my buttocks, - First anoint this half. And now another. And of course in the middle.

Squeezing a new portion of the cream onto her fingers, my mother took up my scrotum.

“We'll coat this big little bag on all sides,” she said, touching my testicles tickling me.

I frantically kicked my feet from the unbearable tickling.

- What happened? - Mom asked gently, - What are we again began to fidget and escape?

Mom again touched my testicles with her fingers, making me flinch from a sharp tickle.

“Oh, how we like to jerk with our legs,” she smiled, and having caught my legs that flashed in the air, she held them tightly.

Now I could not interfere with her actions.

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