“Look at the poor darling,” Becky said, chucking the baby resting on her hip condescendingly under his weak, toothless chin before replacing him in the playpen beside Andrew, “…he can’t make up his mind to be terrified of me or hide his little head between my tiddies for protection. As for you, little Andy, you committed the sin of lusting after my precious Krystyn. Even though I’m a High Priestess, I’m still a jealous lover. No one sleeps with Krystyn but me! She called me so she could add your picture to the wall with all the other baby boys who wanted to sleep with her. After three weeks in her care, you’ll have forgotten all about the life you had before. Krystyn has told me that she has the most wonderful mommy in mind for you. She’ll be happy to pay for the privilege of bathing you, feeding you baby food and changing your diapers each and every day for the rest of your life. I imagine she won’t even mind getting up in the middle of the night to give you your bottle of formula. In the meantime, Honey, I suggest you get used to wearing wet and dirty diapers and drinking out of baby bottles. The spell has one unfortunate side-effect that I’ve not quite managed to overcome. You and Joey and all the other men that I’ve changed will stay the same age for the rest of your lives.”
Tears started to flow unbidden from Andrew’s eyes when he heard the last statement. The psychological shock of being turned into an infant had quieted him for a moment, but when he realized that his life was going to be one endless round of diaperings and feedings under some strange woman’s thumb, a well of despair surged up and made him start to cry. Joey sat in the playpen beside him and just looked at him blankly as a yellow stain grew under the semi-translucent white plastic of the disposable he had started to soak.
