Denise held a baby bottle of that yucky, warm formula.
Opening the lid and lowering the side rail, Denise was about to shove the nipple into Janice’s mouth.
But before she could, Janice quickly grabbed Denise’s wrist, taking the bottle away.
Denise was completely taken by surprise.
Janice was able to roll off the cribs mattress and throw Denise down into the crib.
“This is where you belong, not me”.
Yelled Janice.
That’s how far Janice got.
She had forgotten that she had been hypnotically trained for the past few weeks that she could only behave like a toddler.
Janice could only walk like a toddler, as well as talk.
She may think, I am not a baby.
I’m a grown woman.
But it would come out as
“Me no ba-bee. Me big giwl”.
She would think that this was perfectly normal for her.
The mentality was that of a toddler too.
Looking at the bottle of baby powder, she knew what it was, but was unable to read the label.
She was unable to read. If she was given a pencil, she was unable to write.
That is why she was unable to get out of her crib, she could not understand the simple mechanics of a latch.
It was also the reason she could not change her own diapers, she did not know how to unclasp the diaper pins.
Janice quickly found that her leg could not stay stable and she found herself falling onto the carpet.
She looked up to see Denise smiling.
Fear struck and she was unable to stop her infantile reaction.
“Waaaaa!”
Turning on all fours, she tried in vain to crawl to the door to escape the punishment she knew that Denise would give.
She never made it, for Denise leaped off the mattress and quickly reached Janice.
Garbing her ear, Denise dragged Janice back to the crib.
No sooner was she thrown back into the crib, the enema erupted into her diapers.
Picking up the bottle, Denise shoved it into Janice’s mouth and ordered,
“Drink, you naughty baby”.
Tears racing down her cheeks, Janice did as her niece ordered.
She felt so uncomfortable sitting in her messy diapers.
Janice knew her only course of action to cry,
“Waaaaa! Waaaaa!” she cried and cried.
She could not stop.
Denise pulled up the side rail and closed the lid.
Latching it.
Pointing her finger at Janice, Denise ordered,
“You are staying in your crib like a naughty baby. When I decide that you have been crib bound long enough, you and I are going to all of the neighbors and you are going to give an apology to all of them. You are going to tell them that you were a very naughty baby. and,”
she suddenly increased the tone in her voice, “You will call them Auntie. Do you hear me, Baby Jannie?”
“Yeth, Auntie Dee-Dee”. Sniffed Janice, “Me be good baby. Me no be bad no more”.
Smiling, Denise said,
“Well see. Now you think of what a bad baby you’ve been. I’ll be back.
She left the room, closing the door.
Janice laid back down on the mattress.
She could feel the effects of the enema as well as the smell.
She could hardly wait until Denise returned to change her as she laid there, she tried to think of how she could change herself and clean herself up.
She did not know-how.
Janice knew she use to be able to dress and wash herself too.
But now she could not remember how.
She laid in her crib for 2 hours before Denise returned.
She was so happy to see her niece.
Going over to Janice’s crib, Denise unlatched the lid, and lowered the side rail.
Not saying a word, she grabbed Janice’s wrist and took her over to the changing table.
Picking her up under her arms, Denise laid Janice on the table, securing her down with the Velcro strap.
Working quickly and methodically, Denise removed the messy diapers and cleaned Janice up.
In about 5 minutes, Janice smelled of sweet baby powder again, just as a baby should.
Janice laid on the table naked as Denise retrieved the baby items she needed.
Denise already put diaperine and baby potion all over Janice, as well as baby powder.
Laying 4 thick diapers under her bottom, Denise spread her Janice legs apart pulling the cloth up, pinning them.
A pair of pink plastic pants were pulled up her legs and over the bulky diapers.
A tee shirt with a little pink bow on the chest was next.
Denise took an adult size baby romper suit and put that on her aunt.
Taking a brush, Denise fluffed up the curls and replaced the plastic baby bow in her hair.
Helping her walk, Denise took Janice to the front porch where she strapped her aunt into the baby seat.
She locked the tray in place, securing Janice.
Janice started banging her bare feet on the footrest, crying,
“Me no wanta go”.
Denise looked at her aunt saying,
“I told you that you were going to apology to everyone. Now you have 2 choices, you can do it now or be crib bound again and do it later. Either way, you will do it”.
Swallowing, Janice looked up at her niece and said in a whispered voice,
“Me do it Auntie. Me be good for you”.
Denise smiled at Janice’s transformation.
She was really enjoying babying her.
Denise pushed the baby stroller to the first house, Marie Phillips.
Denise knock and her daughter, Robin, answered.
At first her daughter was surprised and then she started laughing.
Janice felt so foolish that she started to cry.
Denise asked if her mother was home.
A few minutes later, Marie came to the door.
Through her tears and sniffling, Janice said in a whispered voice,
“Me sow-wee Wie. Me was bad giwl”.
Folding her arms in front of the once adult women, Marie replied,
“You know I always hated that name, but you insisted on calling me that. Call me by my right name or I’ll make sure that Denise spanks you right here”.
Swallowing, Janice said,
“No. Me sow-wee Mawie”.
“What did I tell you to call them?” ordered Denise.
Sniffling, Janice cried out,
“Me sow-wee Auntie Mawie”.
Denise said in a commanding voice,
“I think that you should say you are sorry to Robin also”. And she is older than you so you know what to call her”.
Robin stood in front of the stroller.
Janice looked at Robin and said,
“Me sow-wee Auntie Wobin for being mean to you. Me Wery sow-wee”.
Then they were off to the next house.
Denise was beaming while Janice was cringing and sobbing and apologizing to her neighbors.
Finally, they arrived at the last house.
It was the home that Janice was dreading, the home of her rival, Lauren Greene.
In her stroller, as they were walking up the walkway, Janice looked up at Denise and cried,
“Pleeze, De, er Auntie Dee. No make me do dis. Me no wanta!”
But it was too late, the front door opened, and there stood Lauren, smiling.
Arms folded, Denise ordered her aunt to apologize.
Tears starting to roll down her cheeks, Janice said.
“Me sow-wee, Law-wen”.
“What did you call me?”, inquired Lauren.
This was killing her as she replied,
“Me sow-wee, er Auntie Law-wen”.
“That is better”. Said Lauren.
Touching Janice’s curly hair,
“Ah, she looks just like an overgrown Shirley Temple! Now let’s see how good Baby Jannie walks”.
Janice started saying,
“You no help. Me walk goodly. Me big giwl”.
“Yes you are!”, exclaimed Lauren like one would to a baby.
Taking both her hands in her own, Lauren pulled the overgrown baby out of the stroller and pulled her towards herself.
Like a baby, Janice moved slowly and was waddling.
But she did not fall, thanks to Lauren holding onto her hands.
Janice was so embarrassed to be treated like a baby by her rival.
Lauren letting Janice fall back gently, Lauren let her sit.
Janice sat with a splat.
A cruel smile appeared on Laurens’s face, she knew that sound.
Janice had wet diapers, very wet diapers.
“I think your baby needs a diaper change. If you want, you can change her here”.