It's not odd for me to have AB dreams, but rarer still when the one thing that causes me to recognize that I am dreaming happens so I can do so more lucidly. For what it's worth, in my case, that key is the instant that I ask myself why should I walk someplace when, after a couple of leaps, I can fly. I digress.

Complaining about the dry heat and harsh sun, I'm about to take the second jump when I realize there's a building there where the windows are mirrored out. It looks like a professional, two story, office building. There are several doors to it, but one of them is listed as "Day Care". Curious, I go in, only to find an AB girl, laying on the couch, asleep. Not wanting to wake her, I look around, trying to find someone dressed like an adult. I do see two signs. One says "girls" with an arrow pointed up and near a staircase. The other points to a door on the right and says "boys".

Not being interested in seeing what I figure are more AB boys, I quietly head upstairs. Again, I see three or four AB girls, laying down, either cuddling, or in cribs. Heading back stairs, I notice a third down, and hear a man's voice inside it say "I'm sorry mama. I know it's nap time." The door opened to a man in very thick diapers and nothing else with a woman behind him who's breasts were, for lack of a better term, massive. The man blushed and head quickly to the "boys" door and slipped inside.

The woman greeted me as "Ms. Anne" and explained that they were the only brothel in Nevada that served exclusively adult babies. I suppose, somehow, that I was in Nevada made sense, given the earlier heat. She apologized as her normal clerk must've been on lunch and she let time get away with her. This is when she handed me a tablet with various options, all at costs that, given my real life occupation, would take me months, if not years to save for. The fact that the prices didn't bother me was not the weird part.

There were only three options I remember. All were in the five-six figure range. The first was the least expensive: one month of being babied, complete with "baby girl friend" to cuddle with at night. The second was the "Daddy" package, which was tailored to Dominants who wanted a baby girl to take care of. Complete submission within specific guidelines, we couldn't leave the state, but, sort of like "Pretty Woman", the baby girl would stay with me, as my adult baby girl, and I would be responsible for her. Sexual content was, of course, included. The reason it cost so much was it was also a combination dating service, trying to connect me with an AB girl where our tastes matched.

The third option was the most unusual and, ultimately, the one I chose. This was the "Mommy-fication" option. I have, for years, had TG fantasies. This one was explained to me as a combination of the previous option and nano and genetic manipulation that could be arranged. Ultimately, I would be changed into a woman, biologically, in every way. I'd have a modicum of input into my final form, but the changes were still imprecise. I was assured there would an adult baby girl that would want a Mommy.

I agreed to the third option and general parameters were set. Fit but curvy, as my sister would say, and rather busty. I asked for a J cup, if I recall correctly, and have breasts which lactated. The next thing I knew, a patch, which was similar to the nicotine patches you see, was slapped onto my arm.

I watched as my naked body mass shifted and remolded, the fat shifting from my belly to my hips and rear and the extra mass shifting into my chest. Ms. Anne looked on and smiled as my changes completed. She offered to put me in a diaper because she liked how I turned out. I accepted and she diapered me, though not in a very thick diaper, then helped me pick out a skirt and blouse.

I was led back upstairs and a cute, Asian girl wearing a pink shirt and one of the thickest diapers I'd ever seen, immediately caught my eye. She saw me and smiled. Slowly, she stood and waddled over to me. I was introduced and she asked if I was going to be her mama. I told her I would if she'd let me. We were guided off to a separate nursery, where I sat down on a couch and she laid down, her shoulder on my legs, her face toward my breasts, which was aching. I began to unbutton my blouse and, as her lips near my nipples...

I woke.

Either way, an awesome dream and I wanted to share.