I guess it all started back when my father died. It was 4 years ago and man where those years long. I was a daddys boy growing up and many people called me a sissy. I truly loved my dad though and he always reminded me that they were just jealous I had such a cool dad. He was a business man and had made a fortune on the stock market so that we would never want again. When he died his fortune was split between me and my mother although with the one condition in his will that I would only get my half when my mother thought I was ready for it. Which seemed like it would never happen.

Really I was just a dumb kid that blamed the world for my fathers death. Eventually I just flat out became a jerk I had so much love for my father that when he died my whole world just stopped. Eventually my mother forced me to go back to school. That day the school bully and my arch rival kept calling me a sissy and asking how my dad died. When I wouldnt tell him he eventually said that you just wont tell me because youre probably the reason he died I bet you¦ He never finished that sentence because I snapped and tackled him to the ground punching him till he cried and then I started calling him the sissy and that was the day I earned the title tough guy, bully, and many others. I had hardened over in that one instant and became the person I am and if you mess with me ill make you pay. But even so my mother was the one person I was powerless against, my one weakness.

Everything went that way until the day my mother had decided drastic measures where needed to make sure I wouldnt end up wasting my life away in jail or worse getting myself killed in a fight or something. That is the day my story begins.

Chapter one

Today was going to be great I thought. I got to sleep in, was trashed last night but didn't have a hangover this morning, I even had a few hot dates later too. I mean its not like my girlfriend will know women can't be as smart as men anyway. Not to mention I might still have some whiskey and vodka left from last night so I can get trashed again later. Man last night must have been great I can't remember a thing.

"Well I guess I better get up if I'm going to make it to this date" I thought to myself, and no sooner thought, my mother as if mimicking my thoughts yelled at me to come downstairs. Screw her I thought out loud ill come down when Im good and ready.

 I rolled over and realized something was weird. At first I thought the covers got wrapped around me weird so I moved my legs to get them untangled but there was still a weird damp, thick feeling around my groin. So I pulled back the covers to see what it was and to my absolute horror I saw something I couldn't believe.

There was no way I was wearing a diaper I poked at the firm plastic covering and felt a wet squish underneath. "Yep its real" I thought. Whoever did this was going to pay big time.

They hadn't just put a diaper on me they either put a wet diaper on me or got me to wet it somehow but either way I had to get it off now. I was so transfixed on it I didn't even hear my mother call for me again.

Speak of the devil my mother burst into my room "When I call for you, you come to me I should NOT have to come to get you missy" she yelled i was so distracted trying to hide the diaper to save myself the explanation as to why i was in it i didn't notice that she called me missy or that she came straight to me and grabbing my arm and pulling me out of bed down the hall. I tried to resist but she was stronger than me by far because she believed stating fit meant daily mile runs and hours of cardio training so i was helplessly pulled along through our large house and into our living room in just the diaper i was wearing and when we got there it was trashed! The coffee table was broken the couch had something poured all over it and there was stuff thrown all over the room from the speakers for the surround sound to old newspapers I was shocked.

"What happened?" I said

I seen the look I hated most about my mother and knew I would be in for a lecture

"What happened!?" My mother retorted angrily "Don't play dumb with me mister I woke up last night to find all of your friends all down hear drunk as hell with you passed out on the couch and those rough boys where trashing everything and when I finally shooed them away by threatening to call the cops for damaging my property came back to find you pissing yourself on the couch still totally asleep. I've told you before not to hang out with them but now finding all this is too much I want you to start cleaning up in here and I don't want to hear a word out of you until it's clean I'm going to run some errands and when I get back you had better be done cleaning. Oh, and don't when think about changing those pissy pants of yours until your done either"

"Fine just let me go get Jacobs"

Jacobs is our robot butter we have to clean the house and generally make our lives easier.

No way mister my mother said as she grabbed my arm spinning me back around "I didn't say to have him clean it I said for you to clean it now get a move on Ill be back in half an hour and you will be punished if youre not done when I get back" with that she left towards the garage and a few minutes after i heard her car pull out

I went and ordered Jacobs to start cleaning for me and left to go get some clothes on and take off the diaper if she thought Id keep this on for another second she had another thing coming. Besides I had other questions to worry about, did I really piss myself on the couch, did I really wet again after that in the diaper, did mom put it on me, and what else was she going to do. I thought about all this wail I was in the shower and getting dressed so I didn't realize how long it was taking me

And, of course right when I finished changing I heard loud footsteps coming towards my room "dam I didn't even hear her car pull up" i said right as she burst into my room fuming angrily I could practically see her blood boiling before my eyes "I bet you didn't"

Shit the dumb bitch heard me I thought "L...l...look I ca¦ca¦can expla....." I stammered actually getting scared of what she would do now she looked mad enough to kill me "Shut it now!!!" She yelled at the top of her lungs making me jump.

She grabbed my arm and drug me through the house again, at least this time I was wearing more than just a diaper, we passed the livening room and I saw that Jacobs was still cleaning and as we passed my mother ordered him to quit cleaning and to follow us so he did eventually we came to one of the less used rooms of the house aside from having a door to the garage it just had a few chairs and some thigh high tables one of which I was quickly bent over and she told Jacobs to hold me there so he did, immediately I told him to let me up but he didn't respond and instead my mother did saying that she removed me as an owner so I wouldn't be able to use Jacobs anymore and further that no one can break her commands other than herself so I wouldn't be able to get out of this. Out of what? I thought.

Just then she opened the door to the garage and I seen tons of bags and boxes including one particular box that scared me a lot....

Chapter 2

I didn't get a good look at the box because as soon as she was in the garage she closed the door. I hoped it was just my imagination that I hadnt really seen what I thought I had.

She came back in shortly after and shut the door quickly again not letting me get a better a look at anything there. I started to think she was just bluffing with the boxes in there to scare me most, if not all, of the boxes where probably empty I told myself

I then noticed she had been carrying a few bags when she came back in as she set them down behind me. I didn't think to look at what was in them as she passed so I had no idea what was about to happen but then it started.

"Ok. Now as of today you will be in punishment until you convince me that you deserve anything else." My mother started. "What the hell are you talking about mom?" I said only to be and answered by a large wooden paddle. "What the fuck are ..." I started only to be given a few more hard smacks. "I guess first of all I should tell you that language of yours is going to have to change." I decided it would be best to just keep my mouth shut. I'd only had 4 spanks and already my ass was on fire.  "You have been rude to everyone and destructive not just to yourself but to everything around you these past few years after you father died. I have been very forgiving letting you get away with far too much thinking you were just in a bad boy phase but it seems more drastic than that. You have become a bad boy so the proper measures will need to be taken. Oh and don't think I didn't find the drugs you had in your room too. After I caught you drinking last night, I go looking just to make sure you didn't have any more alcohol and I find marijuana under your bed. Now if you stay on this path youre going to end up wasting your life becoming a druggy or an alcoholic or heaven forbid both. So I decided that from now on you are going to have to try again" I couldn't help myself as I asked "try again at what?" "At being good" she stated simply. "Now for the rule" she said "The only rule is that you will do anything I tell you to do without complaining or question. That's it, the only rule but anytime you break that rule you going to get this again but much worse."

I again started to ask what she was talking about but before I could she started to pull down my pants and boxers to my mid thy. I knew exactly what was going to happen next as the wooden paddle started to rain down on my bottom. SMACK SMACK SMACK over and over again. I struggled against Jacobs but his grip was strong and I couldn't get free. All I accomplished was making myself look all the more like a child squirming during their punishment. SMACK SMACK SMACK again and again. I grew tired quickly and stopped struggling. My ass hurt so badly that I couldn't even keep my composure any longer and I started to bawl like a baby as I just laid their and took my spanking.

After what felt like an eternity she finally stopped asking me if I was going to obey her now and I screamed yes between sobs. She put all the rest of her strength into one final swing to drive her message home as she sad simply "good."

She told Jacobs he could release me now and he stood straight up standing beside where he had been bent over, holding me down, before she pointed to a spot on the floor not far away and ordered him to "get the supply's ready over there." The whole time I was still sobbing and rubbing over my sore bottom. "Get up" she said. At first it didn't even occur to me that she had even spoken to me but I quickly registered what was going on as she yelled "NOW." I scrambled to my feet as fast as I could fearing how strong she was. All I could think about was her threat "...but anytime you break that rule you going to get this again but twice as bad" I couldn't even fathom how that spanking could have been worse but I had no desire to find out especially after just having one helping and she could tell. I was putty in her hands to do with as she pleased, at least until the burning in my bottom went away.

"Im done malady" Jacobs said in his all too realistic voice. "Thank you Jacobs, for now I want you to get it ready in the kitchen after that you can go back to your regular duties. As for you young lady, lay down over hear" she said. Why did she keep referring to me like I was a little girl? It made me so angry I couldn't help myself as a started back "Mom I'm not a girl and I'm not..." I never finished though because I was cut off by a painful SMACK to my still named behind. "I already told you once not to complain or question me consider this youre only warning. Now LAY DOWN!" She said in a very stern and powerful voice.

I immediately started to comply but when I looked over there was a bag of diapers, changing supplies, and a little girls hello kitty diaper changing mat laid out. I stopped but only for a second as my mother got closer slowly raising the large wooden paddle. As I laid down the mat crinkled and I didnt know what to think anymore. My mother then crouched down in front of me and finished taking off my shoes, underwear, and pants leaving my socks saying something about something to keep my feet warm or whatever. At this point I didnt care my mind just shut down knowing I was about to be diapered like a toddler.

First she unfolded one of the many pain white disposable diapers telling me to lift my "cute, red little bottom" as she slid it under me. She put baby lotion baby oil and lastly a very liberal amount of baby power on me. I could tell already that anyone remotely near me would know I smelled just like a baby after getting its diaper changed. Before I knew it she was taping up my diaper and I could tell these where not the ones she had put me in earlier. These where much thicker and just when I thought she was going to let me up she took out a small knife and cut through the outside cover of the diaper from the top of  the crotch well onto the bottom of it. At first I was confused but then she told me to lift my bottom again as she was unfolding another of the diapers. She did this one more time after that as well so that I was wearing one super thick triple diaper. She then said to stand up as she went over to one of the bags and took something pink out before coming back over to me holding it at my feet. I didnt realize till she told me to lift my foot that they were plastic baby pants.

 Reluctantly I slowly lifted each of my feet letting her guide them through the leg holes before she tugged them up my legs and over the huge diaper. She started going over them tucking in all the loose ends around the leg holes talking about leaks or something so I didn't think anything of it when she said to turn around and I just did. I was preoccupied looking down at a picture of a fairy on the front of the pink plastic pants to notice as the waistband started to grow tighter. I wanted to die knowing what I was wearing and started to try to think of how I was going to get out of them. Had I known that aside from the fairy on the front of them and the pink color the rear also had the words "Fairy Baby" in bold glittery letters I would have probably died from embarrassment right there and then. Especially as I heard a distinct clicking sound coming from behind me.

Quickly I reached behind me and to my horror I could feel a small padlock attached to a chain in the waistband on the plastic pants. Ok baby girl, time for the rest of your outfit. My mother said as she grabbed another bag. She then pulled out what looked like a pink onesie with the number 5 on it, stating that was my new age until she decided otherwise, and four pink balls two larger than the others. She grabbed the onesie first and pulled it over my head guiding my arms through like I didnt even know how to dress myself. Then buttoning up the snaps in the crotch. Once it was on she grabbed the two larger balls and told me to sit down again. I did, wincing as I sat from the pain of the spanking even through all the padding I had the hard wood floor still hurt just from sitting down. I the watched as my mother searched the ball and eventually found a hole then started to guide it onto my foot. Once it was on she took a piece of white ribbon threading it through two belt loop like things on either side of my ankle then tying a bow at the front of my foot. I realized that it was to make sure it didnt come off and didnt like that looking at the two smaller ones and sure enough after putting the other large one on my other foot and tying its own bow she then started putting the two smaller ones on my hands and once again they got their own bows of ribbon ensuring I couldnt use my hands at all through the very thick padding. My feet where just balls now and the same for my hands. I knew I wouldnt be able to open a door with them on, let alone get away from my crazy mother and escape.

That only became all the more true as I tried to stand only to lose my balance falling on my padded rump painfully, the soft slick material of what I now realized where booties giving me no traction at all on the wooden floor.

Well you already showed me you werent going to clean up your mess so I guess I have Jacobs do that later but for now I think its lunch time and after that youre taking a nap. Come with me to the kitchen Jacobs should be done setting up by now. As she said that my mother started to walk away leaving me just sitting on the floor. When she looked back only to see me falling down for the third time now she yelled back to me laughing a little stop messing around trying to walk you know babies just crawl. I realized what she was saying and that I had no other choice but to obey her especially in my current predicament. better hurry up baby girl or I might just have to come get you and you dont want that she said jokingly, but I knew all too well that she was not joking at all and that I most certainly did not want her to come back after me so I began to crawl after her.

When I finally got to the kitchen my mother was standing beside a highchair looking at me expectantly. I knew immediately she wanted me to go over to her so she could put me in it. I started to crawl at a snails pace over to her because beside that highchair was the box from the garage that I was afraid of. Jacobs must have taken it out through one of the other doors to the garage closer to the kitchen. I read on the side of the box 5.4 edition special needs adult version it was written in bold colorful letters and for good reason as it was a product originally meant just for babies I hadnt even know they made adult sized versions.

What scared me the most about it was that, knowing my mother, if she spent money on it she planned to get her money back out by using whatever it was. Which meant the second she opened it, which she already had, I knew that I'd be pretty cramped sitting in whatever mode it was in for a while. I couldn't believe she would buy something so expensive. It was a brand new "5" they advertised them all the time on TV. There was a huge deal about if they were safe for kids at first but they were quickly proven to be not just safe but safer than anything on the market for babies and toddlers. Oh, and when they proved it they did it on national TV so everyone heard they were the best. Which lead to everyone who could afford one getting one. Even at their high price it was worth it and even I would admit that because it could be a crib, high chair, play pen, walker or stroller. And that's not all it couldn't just be any of those it could transform into any of them on its own with the touch of a button and you would never even have to take the occupant out. I shuddered thinking about that as I reached my mothers feet and she bent down lifting me into the seat of my new five before locking the tray in place.

Chapter 3

"Well would you look at that." She said. "Its a perfect fit. So? How do you like it baby?" I just glared at her, knowing that if I opened my mouth I'd probably just get myself in trouble. "I know I love it!" she exclaimed as she picked up a thin operations manual. "Especially with all the extra features the new 5.4 comes with it." I got scared hearing that, I didn't know everything the original ones could do not to mention this one had other new features? I knew now that things where not going in a good direction. "I think I like the remote the best though, look it even has a remote only command." I looked up at her with daggers for eyes. "She wouldn't." I thought as I saw her read how to do it.

I watched helplessly as she took a small hand sized tablet out of her pocked and started to do something on it. I looked over to the small buttons on the side of the chair and watched as they melted away into nothing as she took them away with the remote.

I couldn't believe it I knew that these things where made of some type of smart plastic that had computers or nano-bots or something in it but I didn't know that's what happens when it changes. Just melting from one form into another like that just freaked me out.

"How about that! Cool to see it in action isnt it?" I knew the actual release was in the center back of the chair and that those where just to raise or lower the chair. Even so, if they had melted away surely the release had as well. All in all meaning that I was totally trapped unless I could get that remote from her, and had the hands to use it seeing as mine where currently useless pink balls. "You know this chair even has optional extra straps and modes for bad babies." I took this as a threat to be good. After all, I was already screwed what else could she do? Yet as I thought that, in the back of my mind I could hear myself thinking that I didn't want to know.

My mom said she was going to go get my lunch and went into the next room over, the kitchen. Leaving me sitting in my high chair, looking at myself in the mirror across the room from me. I looked just like a baby waiting on mommy to feed her and thats exactly what I felt like too. Never had I thought having long hair made me look like a girl but as I saw myself wearing so much pink, I couldn't have hated my hair more. (Writer smiling deviously thinking to later plot)

My mother soon returned with two bottles of what appeared to be milk and a huge bowl of who knows what. It looked brown in color and was the consistency of thick oatmeal as she stirred it. I just stared at it my mouth open wide with disbelief she sat it all down on the tray of my chair. As I sat there in shock she tied a blue bib around my neck that had "Mommies Little Princess" written in pink letters on it around my neck.

 "Wow you must be hungry keeping your mouth open like that for me. Good thing I got so much." she said as she picked up a large spoon. I just kept starring at the giant bowl, what she had said not even registering in my brain. Did she really expect me to eat all that? Not realizing my mouth was even open, I was totally shocked as a heaping spoonful of the mash was shoved in my mouth snapping me out of my daze.

I had to swallow quickly to avoid chocking on it but to my surprise it tasted very sweet. I thought this was strange but as a notorious sweets eater, I always wanted some form of candy to eat on hand, I actually liked it a lot. "How do you like you num nums baby?" My mother asked. At first I thought she didn't want an answer but when I looked at her I could tell she did. There was no way I was going to let her win "I absolutely fucking love the shit" I said daringly.

"Oh I'm sorry baby I thought it would be sweet enough already but I guess not." she said far too nicely. She walked away leavening the bowl, spoon, and bottles on my tray. She returned with another equally large spoon and a plastic jar labeled sugar-lax. Realizing then why the mush was so sweet already I quickly tried to stop her "No! Stop! No! Actually I liked it a lot! In fact I love the stuff!" She stopped for a moment "What do you love?" she said looking at me. Although it took a second, I figured out what she wanted  "I love my num nums ¦ mommy" she smiled as she replied happily "Good baby I was going to put in four more scoops, doubling the dose, but now I think only two are necessary." I cringed as she proceeded to scoop out one large spoonful then another and stir them into the bowl. "Maybe next time you'll learn to stop having such a bad potty mouth and you wont need to use the potty so much. Not that your aloud to use the potty, after all you are wearing diapers." she said as she started feeding me again this time it tasted far too sweet even for me.

Half way through I would have stopped if I could have, but every few seconds I got another huge mouthful of the stuff and any attempt to tell her to stop only accomplished getting some on my face wail she went faster saying we would be done faster that way.

By the time she scrapped the sides of the bowl making sure I ate it all, I felt as if I would burst or at least throw up. Yet, I had no time to do anything of the sort as she shoved one of the bottles in my mouth telling me to wash it down. I was thinking this would help with the overly sweet taste in my mouth so I began to drink the milk as she held the bottle despite my overly full stomach. After the first, she gave me the other telling me to hold it myself. I needed to use both hands due to my mittens and as I drank my bottle I looked in the same mirror as before seeing nothing but a big baby girl drinking her bottle, baby food all over her face and bib. I began to realize how far I had come in just a few hours. Was I really a tough guy or just a simpering sissy in disguise this whole time?

After I finished my second bottle my mother removed the bib and retrieved baby wipes to clean my face. The whole time talking about how much of a messy eater her baby was. Once I was clean she grabbed the remote for my 5 saying "I think my baby needs a nap now. as she started typing something into it.

Chapter 4

Mom started tapping away at the controls for again and looked up just in time to see the tray of my high chair move itself out of the way. She helped me down, talking to herself about how amazed she was with the automated features. I was so distracted listening to her ramble that when she stopped supporting me I fell on my butt. I winced in pain, the fall a painful reminder of both the rounded booties I had on taking away any hope of walking and the painful experience of the spanking I received earlier that day. Oh I'm sorry. I forgot baby can't stand on her own, can she? Mommy needs to be more careful, doesn't she? My mother said in baby talk with mock concern as she turned to rummage through a bag which had been partially hidden sitting on a chair which had been pushed up to the table. My mother must have put it their earlier I thought. I couldn't see what was in it yet, but I feared I'd soon get to see whatever it was. I knew I wouldnt like it though.

While Mother was digging for who knows what, I decided I needed to make my escape plan. The first of my dates, Jessica, would arrive in about an hour. I would need to get her to help me since I didnt think Id be able to get away on my own. When she came to the door I would have to get her attention somehow so she could help me get away from my crazy mother. More than anything Id need to find a way to make her want to help me. After all I wasnt her boyfriend, despite numerous dates when I had used her for sex, and she had been getting rather suspicious lately about why that was.

Just as I started to think of how I would try to convince her to help me, my Mother came back to my side proclaiming it was time to get ready for my nap. I looked up to see her reaching down to undo the snaps on my horrible five onesie. For once today I was actually happy about what she was doing not wanting to wear the embarrassing attire any longer. Though, that small glimmer of hope was soon destroyed as she held up a pink baby doll nighty with puff sleeves and the words Fairy Princess written across the front of it. I actually let out an audible whimper knowing Id soon be wearing the horrific garment. What? Don't you like it baby girl? my mother said as she started putting it on me.

Soon I was dressed and then the next item of my humiliation came forth to be a pink pacifier. Only this was no ordinary pacifier, I recognized it from the five commercials It was made by the same company and they gave it away as a promotion sometimes. Just like my new five it was sized just right for an adult. The pacifier was perfectly designed to be the best, safest, and long lasting in the world, and as their commercial went, that's not all, it was made out of a similar material to the five so that it could reshape itself to the users mouth ensuring the most comfortable fit.

Well I'm sure you know a little about this already, but it's got a cool add on Im sure I might need later. my mother said ominously as she held the pacifier out towards me. I knew immediately I didnt want that thing in my mouth or to find out what this extra add on was, so I leaned back and tried to crawl away. She grabbed me by the shoulder with one hand and slapped my leg hard with the other. It had stunned me long enough for her to put the pacifier in and before I could spit it out, she held two fingers on the plate and pulled the ring which made it instantly inflate to fill my mouth completely. As I was processing the strange feeling of my mouth being filled by the pacifier so quickly, she grabbed more of the white ribbon she used for my booties and mittens out of the bag, quickly slipping it behind my head. I wasn't sure what she was doing until she started threading the ribbon through a hole in the mouth guard of the pacifier on one side of my head. I realized she was tying the pacifier in place, so I started to struggle away from her knowing Id be completely unable to talk with the large bulb of the pacifier in my mouth. She warned me of spankings and punishments but I couldnt let her do this, I needed to be able to talk if I was going to have any hope of Jessica helping me out of this. Eventually she called Jacob and made him hold my head still for her as she tied a large bouncy non-slip bow right in front of my pacifier. I kept trying to spit it out but she tied it too tightly for me to have any hope of that, so I tried to ask her to loosen it a little but all that came out where completely incomprehensible mumbles. Aww listen to the baby trying to use grown up words. I guess losing your voice is another side effect of a potty mouth. my mother said as she walked out of the room.

It infuriated me that I couldn't do anything anymore. She has taken away everything walking talking being able to go to the toilet or pick out my clothing, all the most basic things a person can do where taken from me. She was really making me a complete baby. Fully realizing it started to really get to me as I and I began to cry and scream banging my hands on the floor in complete frustration. Hating the world at that moment to the point that had to do something and, since I couldnt do anything, all that I ended up doing was making myself look like a complete baby having a tantrum. I was just glad no one could see me.

I started to quiet down after a moment not having much energy after everything that had happened that morning. Aww that was and adorable little tantrum I heard my mother say. I looked around and seen her hiding behind the wall in the doorway. I realized she had seen everything and that she had come back with a video camera aimed right at me with the recording light on. I got back just in time to catch it all on camera she said confirming my suspicions with a huge smile. I thought the video I had planned was going to be good but that was better than anything I could have planned. Who would have thought youd have a genuine tantrum on your first day? You really are a sissy arent you? she dug into me with her comments while filming me. I suspected she was trying to get me to have another but I wouldnt let her have that victory. Ok well now that thats out of your system, Jacob I want you to film her please. she said. 

Jacob came over quickly and took the camera from Mother as she grabbed the remote for my five keeping the camera aimed directly at me. After tapping away at the controls the high chair had become a weird looking chair. It had a half circle table around the back and the legs of the chair coming out of that table. Im getting good at this. she said to herself. Next, she turned to me expectantly and I realized she wanted me to go sit on the weird thing. I had just been promised many punishments during the whole pacifier thing, so I didnt want to upset her any further because knowing my mother like I do, shes going to make good on those promises. As I started crawling to my five I looked it and started wondering what it was going to turn into this time but I knew that it wasnt going to be good. Once I got over to it, and with no little amount of effort I climbed up onto the chair. As soon as was seated the sides of the half circle started stretching together forming a round table around me and I realized which option she had chosen. The walker. When I figured it out it started to lift me up off the ground to the point that my feet just barely touched the floor. In just a two minutes it was done and I was sitting in a cute pink baby walker. It felt so weird sitting in the pouch like seat all of my weight sitting on my crotch pushing my diaper into my privets. I shuddered thinking to what it would be like if I had used my diaper. The thought alone made me want to cry.

So little girl are you ready for your ni ni? my mother to me in baby talk bringing me out of my own thoughts. Knowing that I wouldnt be able to talk I didnt even try to speak. Instead I shook my head no hoping that she wouldnt really make me take a nap. well you must need to work off some energy then. How about we make a video of you walking around in your cute little walker then. That way you can use up your extra energy and I can have a cute video to show people when they come over. my mother said. She cant be serious I thought but her look told me otherwise. Yes Im serious. she said reading my mind. Now follow me and Jacob she said as she started slowly walking backwards toward the hall telling me to follow her in baby talk. I began to push with my feet to follow her and found that I was able to move forward pretty easily. I couldnt believe it, with the support of the walker I was able to walk just fine but on my own I was hopeless just like a real baby.

We walked down the hall Jacob recording us the whole time. I was worried as my mother neared the front door at the end of the hall but when she got to it thankfully she turned into the front room. After I got there, she praised me for walking so much all on my own and told Jacob to stop recording. I rolled my eyes. All on my own, my ass I thought. As she pulled on my walker moving me toward the wall. I thought she was just being stupid until she tapped something on the remote. My walker started to transform all around me, bars sprouting from the now rectangular area around me going far above my head, my legs being pushed up gently by the strange plastic, and lastly growing a soft cushiony mattress. Finally, it ended with me sitting in a pink crib. She started putting a pink soft baby blanket and a teddy bear into the crib and that's when I realized she had been positioning me right in front of the large bay window in the front of the house facing the road. I immediately tried to climb out but just as I started to stand the bars of the crib grew taller to the point that they were far above my head even standing. I tried to wordlessly plead with my mother to move me but she just started walking away telling me to have a good nap and that she would be back in an hour to wake me. 

I looked around the room but all I found was a mirror. Staring back at me was a little girl all dressed up for nap time in her crib wearing her cute pink booties and mittens a pink diaper cover with a fairy picture on the front and the most adorable pink nighty. Just then I noticed the edge of the words on the back of my plastic panties and turned around to see the words fairy baby in silver glittery letters and a wing pattern on the back of my nighty.

At this point I completely broke down into sobs. After just a few seconds of tears, I heard laughter. I looked out the window through the mirror to see a group of my old buddies standing on the street taking pictures of me with their phones. Not one of them even thinking of helping me I'm sure. I always pushed them all around with my family's money. I gave them all a dirty look and most of my friends just doubled over in laughter. I turned around only to see my friends again through the mirror. I was crushed. I realized that my mother was a genius at humiliating me. Even if I turned my back to the window anyone passing by cloud see my front by looking in the mirror. Now that I had this new revelation into my humiliation my sobs turned into full blown cries as I laid down and eventually drifted off to sleep.

I woke to a loud banging on the window beside me and looked up quickly as I remembered what had happened. On the other side of the glass was Jessica my first date I was going on today standing next to Summer my second date of the day and Abby my girlfriend. They all looked pissed to see me and happy to see me at the same time. That scared me a lot as I saw them walk away from the window and heard the doorbell seconds later.

To Be Continued