“We’re going for a ride around the block. Denise announced.
John had taken the stroller out of the trunk and was pushing it up the front yard.
Before Janice knew it, she was strapped into the stroller with Denise pushing her down the block.
Janice was scared.
She still had the memories and the intelligence of an adult, but she also had the response of a baby.
Janice sat in the stroller with tears streaming down her cheeks as she balled her fisted hands into her face.
Continuing her babyish responses, she found herself kicking her feet on the foot rail of the stroller.
Denise pushed the stroller around the block, to her amusement, and to Janice’s horror.
The neighborhood wives emerged from their homes to make sure of what they saw.
They all knew Janice and they all agreed, she was the neighborhood gossip.
Janice was a real pain in everyone’s backsides.
At any type of community meeting, everyone had to do as she said.
The women came from both sides of the street and quickly surrounded the stroller.
One woman announced that she had called a few others and told them what she saw and they were coming.
Janice felt so humiliated, but Denise was grinning from ear to ear.
The women began talking to Janice and the other women.
“Doesn’t she look adorable?”.
Another woman felt her arm, saying,
“Her skin is so smooth. And no body hair, just like a baby’s”.
“Don’t you love her widdle baby dress!”
“I love her hair, a mass of baby curls”.
“Arent her Mary-Janes cute”.
Denise beamed with pride like the mother of a newborn baby.
“I treat her just like a little baby”.
“Me am no ba-bee. Me am big giwl!” cried Janice.
The women laughed.
They were enjoying seeing the gossip of the neighborhood being treated this way.
” Since she acts like a baby, we must treat her like one. Like checking her diapers”, Said Denise.
Janice started shaking her head,
“Nooooo!” Denise pushed her forward, lifted up her baby dress skirt, and pulled on her plastic diapers.
Smiling Denise cooed,
“Ahh, da poor widdle baby went pee-pee in hers didees”.
The women laughed and Janice turned bright red.
Then one of the women began to chant,
“Janice wet her diapers. Janice wet her diapers”, then another chimed in,
“Janice wet her diapers”.
Then another and then another until all were chanting,
“Janice wet her diapers”.
Janice started crying,
“Stop it! Stop it!”, she was so embarrassed.
Denise stood there laughing so hard at Janice’s predicament, that she was crying.
Stopping at the porch, Denise unstrapped Janice and got her out of the stroller.
Janice found herself wobbling and stumbling and she finally fell back onto her diaper bottom.
One of the women cried out,
“Ah, isn’t she adorable!”
The rest of the women quickly agreed.
Janice let out a loud,
“Waaaaa!”
The women followed Janice as she crawled to her new nursery room.
“This looks perfect for Jan, it suits her. A baby’s nursery room for such a big baby”.
Denise sat her infantile aunt up onto the changing table and strapped her down.
The women gathered around watching as Denise prepared for the diaper changing.
Janice laid on the table banging her fists and kicking her feet.
Denise worked quickly, removing all of Janices baby clothes, until she was lying on the table dressed only in her wet diapers.
Removing the diaper pins, Denise stripped Janice of the diapers.
Janice was bawling her eyes out until one of the women said,
“What a little brat” And stuck a baby’s pacifier in her mouth.
Bending over her aunt, Denise said, ”
Since you were such a bad baby, Jannie, Auntie Dee-Dee is putting you to bed now. You can lay there thinking what a naughty baby you were”.
Turning Janice onto her stomach, she was diapered and put into a pair of yellow Doctor Dentons, complete with feet.
Removing the Velcro strap, Denise grabbed Janice’s ear and dragged her over to the large baby crib.
Laying her in it, Denise took a serving spoon and filled it with Caster Oil. Pinching Janice’s nose until she opened up, she shoved the spoonful of oil into her mouth.
This caused Janice to gag.
Denise pulled the side rail up and closed the lid, locking.
“You’ll stay in your crib until I decide to get you out”. Said Denise.
Denise turned on the baby monitor, closed the shades and curtain.
The only light emitted from the Winnie the Pooh night-light.
Shooing out the women, Denise closed the door leaving Janice completely alone.
Janice lay in her crib sobbing.
She wished that she was not so nasty to Denise when she was younger and that she wished that she was not known as the Neighborhood Bitch.
Maybe then, one of the women would have come to her rescue.
Janice lay in her oversized crib, sobbing.
She could feel the enema and the castor oil starting to work on her system.
Her stomach was rumbling.
As she lay there, the door opened, and in walked Denise.
Smiling, she cooed,
“Baby Jannie, Daddy went bye-byes and left you in my care”.
This was her chance. Janice thought.
She could easily overpower Denise, get dressed in her regular clothes, and then when John gets home, punish him.