You try to remember and to do so you cling onto your fading memories. That becomes your sole objective: to not forget who you used to be. A human. And a male moreover. Because your new room - a nursery of course - would be enough to make you doubt. Of course it's all pink, purple and overbearingly sweet and sappy. And Rose behaves as if really you were the picture perfect image of the most girly fairy baby she had ever beholden. And unfortunately, your image in the mirror doesn't lie regarding that... All that made you male is gone. Utterly gone. Vanished for good. Your chubby body full of baby fat has nothing manly anymore. As for body hair... Well, it's all in the past and gone for good too. Except the thin wispy hair on your scalp that demand only to develop into luscious locks that, once adult and hitting puberty, attract all kind of stares from males, fay or human. Just the thought is enough to make you want to puke. But worse, at each bath or change - and Rose loves to bathe you, sometimes many, many times during a single day - you can see the absence of your penis and scrotum, replaced by a slit. Your privacy is one that is perfectly normal. For a girl, that is, and it reminds you each time of what's not there, precisely. And your voice is feminine, girly and babyish, no doubt about it. As if the cutesy clothes smacking femininity and of you new gender weren't enough! Because Rose adores parading you in these depths of girlhood, showing you off to all her friends. Female fairies that gush how much they'd like the same baby as you, pinching, poking, tickling and kissing you. If you were still a male, you wouldn't mind as you'd see them in these short clothes and sometimes fully naked. Alas, your libido is gone for good too. Much to your shame, when you see Rose's bare breasts, the thought of yummy milk gets you all excited about a great meal. Your sexual drive had been reduced to nothing at all! No use dreaming iof beer, hamburgers, nachos, pizzas or other manly meals. Your diet now consists of vegetables, purees, dairy and anything sweet. You love creamy and sugary food most of all, even if you hate loving it. Your only form of resistance is your pouting, not to mention wailing or occasional mischief. Your stupidly weak body makes options rather limited. But Rose then tickles you into submission if she deems you too pouty or frowny for a girly baby. And you have become incredibly ticklish, much to your chagrin. Good thing you have adult memories to hang on to, or else you'd become as stupid as she wants you to be. You'd be so sappy it'd be downright humiliating! And hopefully, something will turn up eventually...