Your mind is foggy and hazy to the extreme. Rose places you upon her shoulder and gently pats your back, resulting in a big belch on your part. It makes her laugh profusely. You feel ashamed but soon this shame fades away.
"Oh, did my darling Lilac do a big burp? How cute!" she laughs.
The shame does vanish when you hear Rose. She isn't angry at all and she holds you gently and she sounds so... sweet. She smells good. She irradiates love and care. She feels...safe. Why would you feel angry and ashamed at burping, especially if Mommy - er, Rose, sees nothing wrong with it. Babies do that all the time, so... So it's normal, right? Normal for babies. And you are a baby. A baby girl. Wait... No. You used to be a man. An adult young man. But... But... But you ARE a baby girl. Your clothes and diaper point to that. And your name is Lilac. That's a baby girl's name for sure. What else could you have as a name? You had one before but you cannot remember it. But why would you have two names? And Lilac is the only one you can remember. You try to understand the very strange thoughts raging in your mind and it doesn't feel good. Whereas Lilac's voice... Now THAT is soothing. Comforting. And your belly. It's delightfully full. That milk was so, so good... A yummy meal like that, well, you'll take seconds anytime! When you think of Rose's breasts, you don't think about their shape that are exciting. What gets you excited are the nipples to suck and the warm, warm and delicious milk within! Who cares about the shape or touch? It's the sweet milk that's important! Nothing else! Like this bouncing and singing from Mommy. Well, er - Rose. That's so soothing... Before you know it, your eyelids droop and you start sleeping, lulled to sleep by Mommy. Why would you call her Rose anyway? Mommy is thew only name that makes sense for her. Your baby nap takes away the last remnants of your adult human male memories, making you ripe for your new baby desires and your new life as a girl fairy.