Dawn had gone round to visit one of her old college friends and had spent an enjoyable afternoon with her. She was just starting to get ready to leave to go home when she felt dizzy…

She woke up in an unfamiliar room.

“Michelle…?”, she called out, hesitantly.

She went to get up, then saw what she was wearing…

The ‘baby doll’ nightdress was made out of translucent pink latex. She was also wearing what looked like some kind of harness over the top of it, in clear plastic but incredibly strong; she couldn’t tear it at all, and the fasteners were firmly locked. She could also feel what felt like a nappy under it. As she moved, she also saw the pigtails for the first time…

She tried to slide out of bed, but something stopped her. Feeling behind her, she found the cord between the harness and the bed…

“Michelle!”, she called again, now more urgently. “What the hell…?”

Michelle walked into the room. She was wearing a floor length emerald green latex gown.

“Ah…. Baby is awake! Did you sleep well?”

She sat down beside Dawn on the bed and started stroking her hair.

Dawn pulled away from her.

“What is this? What are you doing? Get off me! Let me out of this thing!”

“Sshh….”, cooed Michelle. “Calm down. You’ll be alright once you’ve had a feed.”

Michelle removed a cover from over one of her breasts then started guiding Dawn’s head towards it. To Dawn’s absolute amazement, she realised that Michelle was trying to breast feed her.

“No… You can’t! I won’t! No…!”

Despite her protests, her lips were soon pressed against Michelle’s nipple. To her shame and shock, she started suckling…

Once Michelle had fed her, she leant Dawn over her shoulder and patted her back gently. Dawn obediently burped, blushing redly as she did so. This all felt so degrading but, at the same time, she was finding it so relaxing…

Michelle then tucked her back into the bed and left the room.

Dawn was totally confused. Why was her friend doing this?

At the same time, she was disgusted with herself. Breast feeding, at her age?

Michelle then came back into the room, carrying something. It was a romper suit, also in translucent pink latex.

As soon as Michelle undid the harness, Dawn tried to make a break for it, but Michelle easily overpowered her and put her back on the bed, removing the nightdress and fitting her with the romper, also fastening the harness back on. There was a click behind her as she locked the zip on the romper shut.

“There we go!”, she said. “Now baby can play. Oh, I almost forgot…”

To Dawn’s dismay, Michelle fastened on the mittens that were built into the romper. Her hands were now almost completely unusable, especially for mobile phones.

“Why are you doing this?”, Dawn wailed.

To her amazement, Michelle just detached the harness from the bed, picked her up and carried her over to a large playpen at the other end of the room, putting her in it and fastening her baby harness to a fitting on the side of it.

“Now, I’ve bought you some new toys!”, she said. “Have fun.”

Michelle left. Dawn just held on to the bars of the playpen and cried…

Michelle smiled. The doctors didn’t know what they were talking about. Her daughter hadn’t died, she had just gone missing for a while, lost in the system. Now she could bring her up properly, like a good little girl…

She had lost her daughter, shortly after childbirth, due to meningitis. She’d never been the same after that. Something inside her had snapped. When Dawn had got back in touch, wanting to resume their friendship, she had bought everything she needed to make sure that she would be happy again…

Dawn was now her daughter, alive again. She was having to use latex clothing because she couldn’t really find normal wear in Dawn’s size. It also took a bit of effort carrying her at times, but the gym classes had sorted that out for her. It was a shame that she’d never be able to take her to nursery school, or do other baby things with her, but this was enough.

She had modified a wheelchair, so it looked like a pushchair, with a plastic canopy; if anybody said anything, it was just part of her daughter’s ‘disability’, and the pushchair and the clothes calmed her. Now, how to make sure that Dawn didn’t speak while they were out…

Investigating further, she found out about a 3d printed piece that could be fitted inside Dawn’s mouth, attached to a baby’s dummy. It would turn any speech into unintelligible grunts and even sit in the mouth properly without the dummy for a while.

Michelle quickly made one, then went back in to see how baby was getting on in her playpen…

Dawn looked up as Michelle came back into the room.

“Michelle, please! Let me out of here! You know this is wrong!”

“Baby want to go outside?”

“Just let me go! Please!”

“Baby come for nice ride in pushchair”, Michelle said.

Dawn struggled again, but she was soon fastened down into the pushchair. Then Michelle pushed something into her mouth…”

“Mmbbgggh! Mo, pwease…!”

“There, almost good enough!”, said Michelle. She then went and got the dummy and fitted it, lacing it on behind Dawn’s head.

She then pulled over the plastic canopy and fastened it down.

“Can’t have baby getting wet, can we?”, she said with a smile.

She then wheeled Dawn out of the flat and into the lift, to take her out to the park…