Looking at Marie, Karen cooed,
“See what we big girls hasta do just to get the elevator?
We do this so you babies can not accidentally get on the elevator by yourselves without adult supervision”.
Marie started to sweat.
From the looks of the controls, it was going to be very hard to use the elevator.
Maybe she could escape using the Emergency Exit Stairwell.
Marie could feel the elevator ascend.
They stopped on the 9th floor.
“Pleeze Nursie, pleeze change baby”. she wailed.
Chrissi started to cry harder thinking that she might get such an infantile rash.
At first, she did not know where she was.
Then it accords to her where and what had happened to her.
Her husband, John, had taken her to a terrible place that was going to make her into a baby again.
She started to squirm in her incubator.
There was a cold dampness around her waist.
She had wet herself during her nap!
Tears developed and started running down her cheeks.
Janice did not know why she was so susceptible to crying.
She never behaved like this. Janice was a strong women, but now the lease little thing caused her to cry.
It was not just tears, but she was wailing like a baby.
She wanted her diapers changed now.
Through her tears and wailing, Janice could see the nurse speaking into an intercom.
She was to far away to hear what she was saying, but she had the feeling the nurse was talking about her.
A few minutes later, Janice saw John come through the doors.
He was dressed in green scrubs, just like the nurses.
He and a nurse came over to her incubator.
She stopped her wailing, laid there sniffling.
“Your Daddy’s here to learn how to take care of a big baby like you”.Cooed the nurse.
Janice hated being talked down to.
Tears started flowing down her cheeks again.
She used to be Johns’s Mommy, now he was her Daddy and she did not like it.
The nurse unwrapped the blanket.
Then she began telling him how to remove her baby clothes.
John started unpinning her diaper pins and she began hitting him with her mitten fists.
“She’s having a tantrum”, stated the nurse.
“What do you do?”
John looked at her.
“You spank her”.
Replied the nurse.
John turned Janice onto her stomach and began spanking her.
This was so embarrassing to her.
John never spanked Janice.
When he stopped, John said to her,
“Behave or else Daddy’s going to spank you again”.
Janice lay there as he removed the wet diapers.
He cleaned her up, put diapewrine on her along with the baby powder.
Once more she was encased in diapers and plastic pants, this time she was diapered by her husband.
Once she was wrapped up in her soft pink blanket, John bottle-fed her.
This process continued for several days.
Every day John would come and learn to take care of Janice.
Every day that John saw his wife, she seemed to regress.
It was easier for her to have wet diapers, suck on her bottle, and cry.
She even smiled and drooled when she saw John.
Finally, on the seventh day, Janice was released from the nursery and taken to a nursery room.
Janice dressed only in diapers and plastic pants crawled while John and a nurse slowly walked next to her.
In her room, she shared it with three other baby women.
In the room were four cribs, four dressers, and a changing table.
The nurse lifted Janice up and laid her on the changing table.
Taking a Velcro strap, she strapped Janice down around the waist.
Janice laid there sucking her thumb.
The nurse removed an adult size baby dress from the closet.
It was pink and white check, with a white peter pan collar and white puffed sleeves.
The nurse helped John dress Janice.
The hem of the dress barely passed her diapers.
Pink panties with ruffled lace across the seat covered the plastic pants.
White anklets along with white patent Mary-Janes shoes covered Janice’s feet.
Since Janice’s hair was so short, the nurse pulled the center of her hair up, clipping it with a large pink, plastic baby bow.
“She looks adorable!” exclaimed the nurse.
Looking in the mirror, Janice had to admit to herself that she did look cute.
Lifting her off the table, they had her crawl out of the room, down the corridor to the elevator.
Using the coded keypad, the doors opened.
They entered the elevator, pressing the 1st-floor button.
Janice could feel the elevator descend and stop at the 1st floor.
The trio went through the playroom and outside.
They were not worried about Janice scrapping her knees.
The exit let out onto the grass.
Other baby women were out in the playground, playing. Janice, with her binkie in her mouth, crawled over to the sandbox.
“Jannie,” cooed John, “Daddy got a surprise for his baby”.
Janice looked up at her daddy.
Drool shone on her chin.
She grinned, she liked it when John gave her surprises.
Walking over to her was another girl.
It was Janice’s niece, Denise, the little girl she use to babysit.
Her gladness turned to fear.
“Doesn’t she look sweet ?”, Cooed Denise as she tickled Janice under her chin.
Janice started to cry.
Standing up, she tried to run away, but due to the shots she received every day, her leg muscles were weak.
She found that she could not run, only wobble like a baby just learning to walk.
Janice managed to wobble away only about three feet before she fell backward onto her diapered bottom.
She began to wail, bringing her fists up to her face while kicking her feet.
Denise came over to her, kneeling next to her.
Cradling her head and rocking her aunt, Denise talked softly to her.
“No worry Baby Jannie, Auntie Dee-Dees here to take care of baby”.
Janice started to simmer down a little until she heard what Denise had to say next.
“When baby goes home next week, Auntie Dee-Dee going to take care of baby while daddys at work.
Won’t that be fun!
Janice looked at her niece in horror.
I am going to be your babysitter.
Uncle John can’t leave a baby alone.
That’s when Janice made a grave mistake, she spoke like an adult,
“I can take care of myself”, She declared.
Denise quickly pulled her infantile aunt over her knee.
The nurse came over and handed Denise a wooden paddle.
Using the paddle, Denise spanked Janices diapered bottom at least 20 times before stopping.
Janice was crying, waving her arms and kicking her legs, begging her niece to stop her spanking.
Sitting her on the grass, Denise pointing her finger at Janice said,
“Babies do not talk like big girls”.
“Baby Jannie you will speak like the baby you are”.
Rubbing her sore bottom, Janice said through her tears,
“Me am a big girl. Me no need no sitter”.
“Yes you are”, Exclaimed Denise.
“But you still need a babysitter”.