Janice woke to someone stroking her hair.
Opening her eyes, Janice saw Denise standing there smiling.
John stood behind his niece.
“time to go bye-byes, sweetie”, Cooed Denise.
“Auntie dee-dee going to dress baby and take her home”.
Denise changed Janice’s diaper, while Janice nursed on a bottle of Nutramigen baby formula.
Denise dressed Janice in a very short baby dress.
Pink, with white puffed sleeves and a white Peter Pan collar.
Pink cotton panties with white ruffles covered the seat of the panties.
A white pinafore covered the front of the baby dress.
White anklets and black patent Mary-Janes finished her outfit.
Janice in all her bay finery was ready to leave the Baby Hospital.
Leaving the Hospital, john sat his infantile wife in the back seat while Denise handed her a rattle to play with.
Then they were off.
Denise looked back at Janice in the back seat.
Denise was sure that Baby Janice was not going to enjoy being babied while she was around.
She had the whole summer to take care of Baby Janice.
Denise sat baby Janice, in the adult size baby stroller and followed the nurse outside.
The nurses and the administrators came over to say they’re good byes to Janice.
She was patted, tickled under her chin, her cheek squeezed or her forehead was kissed.
John stood beside the stroller as they walked towards his car.
It was a 2002 Cadillac Seville. His other car was a 1965 Corvette.
John may drive it now, but when they purchased it, Janice insisted that it be put in her name only.
Since she was in charge of everything, including his life, she got her way.
Before John took Janice to the hospital, Janice drove 99 percent of the time.
He was not allowed to drive without her permission.
Denise stopped at the car.
Opening up the back seat, Denise unstrapped the restrains on the stroller.
Lifting her out of the baby stroller, Denise helped her aunt into the back seat.
The curls waved in front of Janice’s face making Janice giggle.
Denise strapped Janice in, then gave her a binkie and a stuff Elmo.
Then they were off.
Janice sat in the back, sucking on her pacifier and hugging the stuffed animal, trying to be invisible.
People who passed her on the highway gave her looks.
When Janice tried to remove the pacifier from her mouth, Denise slapped her hand away.
Shaking her finger in her infantile charges face, Denise said in a very authoritative voice,
“Listen to me, young lady. I’m in charge of you now. You’ll do as I say or you’ll be punished”,
Smiling, Denise continued.
“Do you remember when I was younger, and you would babysit me for the entire summer, cause mom and dad were working night and day?”
Janice started to quake.
Denise said,
“And you would punish me. Making me go to bed at 5 at night. Remember how you said you wanted to make sure that I didn’t wet the bed and put me in diapers? ”
As she was speaking, Janice could see that Denise was getting angrier and angrier.
“How you embarrassed me in front of all your friends, by pulling down my pajama bottoms to see if I was properly diapered”.
Shoving the pacifier back into Janice’s mouth, Denise said,
“That’s nothing for what I have in mind for you. You misbehave one little bit and you’ll be sorry that you were ever born”.
“Me am big girl!” cried Janice.
“You no treat me dis way. Mw am no ba-bee!”
Janice did not notice that she was speaking more like a baby than a grown woman.
That was part of the treatment, hypnotical learning.
The same was done with her walking, she be walking more like a baby in that department too.
Though she won’t know or understand why.
John just sat, driving and listening to the one side conversation.
Hell have his turn.
Pulling up to his house, John parked the car in the street.
Denise got out of the car and opening the rear door, grabbed both of Janice’s wrists.
When Janice hesitated on coming out, her niece not to gently, yanked her out and onto the sidewalk.
Janice stood on the sidewalk, pigeon-toed.
She was dressed in a very short pink baby dress, with white puffed sleeves and a white Peter Pan collar.
A white pinafore covered the front of the baby dress.
She had on white anklets and black patent Mary-Janes, pink cotton panties with white ruffles covered the seat of the panties.
A large pink baby bow was centered in her head amongst a mass of Shirley Temple curls.
Denise retrieved the pacifier and her stuffed Elmo from the back seat and shoved them at her.
Janice turned to walk to the house, or actually run towards it, but she could not.
As she started to move, Janice discovered that she was wobbling!
She made it across the cement sidewalk to the front lawn only to stumble and fall on her diapered bottom.
She looked up at her husband and niece with a look of incomprehension on her face.
Janice could not understand why she could not walk.
Like most babies that fall, Janice’s bottom lip began to quiver, then she started to cry softly, growing louder in volume.
Smiling, John cooed, taking her wrist in both his strong hands and helping her up on her feet.
“You’re a baby and babies have trouble walking. Especially at your age”.
Denise took one wrist, while John held onto the other.
Together, they walked slowly up the lawn to the front door.
They had to, for Janice could only take baby steps.
Unhurriedly, the small group reached the front porch.
Taking out his keys, John unlocked the door.
Throwing open the wooden door, Denise escorted her baby in. once in the foyer, she let go and Janice fell once more on her diapered bottom.
“Baby must be hungry”, Stated John. Turning to Denise, he said,
“Why don’t you give the baby her bottle”.
Gleaming, Denise replied, Sure Uncle John. I’ll give the baby her bottle.
“Swatting Janices diapered bottom, Denise had her crawl to the kitchen where she got a bottle of Nutramigen baby formula out of the refrigerator.
Before giving the bottle to Janice, Denise obtained another bottle from the cabinet.
Taking a large serving spoon, she poured the liquid onto the spoon.
“No little brat that I take of is going to get sick while I in charge”.
Denise said as she knelt next to Janice.
Holding Janice’s nose, Janice quickly opened her mouth, which Denise shoved the spoon into.
“That should do it. A large spoonful of Castor Oil”.
Janice swallowed the horrible tasting liquid and almost threw up.
Her niece handed her the nipple bottle, which she stuck into her mouth and began to suck on.
Even the sour-milk tasted of the Nutramigen baby formula tasted better than the Castor Oil.
Janice laid on her back, holding the baby bottle with both hands, sucking noisily on the bottle.
When she finished her bottle, Denise knelt next to Janice and stuck her finger into the diapers.
“Wet”, She announced.
“Cant you stay dry? You are a grown woman, arent you?”.
Janice shook her head,
“Yeth, me am big giwl, Auntie Dee-Dee”.
As she stuck her thumb into her mouth.
“Well, sweetie,” Denise said coldly,
“Auntie Dee-Dee is not goin to change your wet didees till tonight.
Janice looked up at Denise in shock.
She wanted to be changed now.
“Maybe then you’ll have a nasty didee rash.She cooed.
Then you see that you are only a baby.
Slapping her damp diapered bottom, Denise led her to the front and outside.
When Janice started fussing about going out front, Denise pulled her over her knee and using a wooden paddle, spanked her hard.
Janice quickly found herself crying with her arms waving around and kicking her legs. Denise knew how to spank.
