Spa Day!

Thankfully the day passed quickly, just another parade of pampers and bottle feedings in home ec. Ms. Step ford's dressing down of Marcie and follow up drilling of diapering a doll was a small treat, but could hardly be considered a "win", Gina did after all wake up coated in shit so the karmic balance didn't really seem equal, she zoned out as she was used as a teaching aid.

Rubber teats, pats on the back, and wet wipes later, Susan and Cutie finally come around to collect an excited Gina.

"Wow, she's so animated for you girls." Ms. Stepford commented, smoothing out Gina's hair after buckling her in the big stroller.

"Well we're having a girls afternoon with her, Cockshead Comb, clothes shopping, a good time away from a playpen." Cutie explained.

"Cockshead is a great salon, I recommend the facials, gives me that glow." Smiled Stepford.

Leaving the school, Susan and Cutie chatted up in the front seats, Gina strapped in the back.

"A mani sounds great." Cutie said, adjusting her neck scarf, "Used to be my only joy when Gina was Gina, neck massage, foot rub, and nary a highschool boy in sight."

"Right, um, Cutie, are you...I know the pronouns **** on you but how do you identify?"

"There is no fighting my **** conversion, Francine, she/her, b cup and usually bent over. My...reminder has been breathing easy outside of a cage but really, it's an oversized clit and I love being cute and feminine." Cutie explained.

"And your orientation if I may?"

"That's a good question that I don't have a good answer for. I've only ever had sex with men in rough conditions and women terrify me, so hard to find that option on a dating site."

"Well that stuff is over, baby Gina obviously can't **** you to do anything anymore." Susan offered.

"I know, but let's have our girls day, and have a good time as friends." Cutie offered and glanced at Susan. Susan laughed, "Woo girls day!"

Cockshead Comb, hair salon and massage outlet, hard to miss the fancy rooster with sparkly and styled comb. Strolling in they were bombarded by a few bottles blonde women cooing over the oversized baby.

'Its fine, this is fine, no one is ramming things in my mouth or ass, foot massage, foot massage.' Gina thought to herself as bimbos fussed over her. What she said was, "Feeties!"

Susan helped get Gina into a parlor chair, and surreptitiously strapped down Gina's wrists and ankles in place to it, surprising Gina and the attendant. "Yeah, so after her accident it's tough for her to stay in place I know it's weird but the poor girl is differently ables now..." Susan explained. She wasn't wrong, but it did just remind Gina the cards she was dealt.

Two hours later, Cutie had emerald nails, Susan had purple, and Gina had a shade of baby pink, but the foot rubs and generally adult chatter made it worth it for Gina. Now back in her stroller, they were heading into a thrift store to browse the unique finds.

"Well how could I say no to this?" Cutie asked, holding up a Garfield themed clutch that had been graffitied with pentacles, eliciting a laugh from the group. She ended up finding a pair of heels.

"Let's see, something grown up but your mother would let you wear..." Susan said, flicking through options on a rack. Due to the difficulty of getting Gina out of the stroller, into a fitting room, wrestling clothes on, the fun of random clothes shopping was a bit flat, but having Cutie and Susan lay/hold up adult clothes on her was a good enough substitute and kept Gina included and participating with them. No clothes were actually bought for Gina, but the ritual was enjoyable.

It was a fun afternoon, nothing overly infantile was foisted upon Gina and no **** had been dealt. Getting back into Susan's car, the girls were headed to Gina's home.