an assortment of baby toys and put them in the cart as well. From there we went to Wal-Mart. Everything started getting fuzzy like I had been drugged and I began to have trouble thinking.
The colors in the room danced around me as I sat in the Wal-Mart cart. Mommy held up the prettiest rompers next to me. They looked so soft I reached out my hand to touch them. They were pretty! Pretty blue and green with my favorite pictures of bears on them. I chortled happily when I saw mommy put them in the cart. Mommy was getting the pretty clothes for me! She put in more and more and more. My mommy was getting lots and lots of clothes for me to wear! She put in lot of other things too; lots of things that goes around my neck when I eat, clothe things to wash me in my bath and pretty things to put over my dydee. I clapped my hands in joy at all the pretty things she was getting me. She even got me a soft, soft, blue blankee to sleep with. She went over and got cloth things to put over the windows and bear pictures to put on the wall. Then we went home. Mommy put up the playpen she had got for my friend Gina and let me sit in it while she made my room pretty.
I fell asleep and woke up in mommy’s arms. She was carrying me to my room. Mommy stopped by the hall mirror and showed me what she had dressed me in while I was sleeping. I saw an adorable eleven or twelve month old baby staring back at me dressed in a darling baby blue sleeper. “Pauline must have put me in a nighttime diaper,” I thought.
The outlines of the diaper bulged prominently around my bottom. My open mouth exposed toothless gums, I couldn’t see any rear teeth in the cute baby’s mouth reflected in the mirror. Drool was rolling off my chin and dripped onto my chest heightening the impression of infantine incompetence. Pauline had solved my problems, I wouldn’t have to worry about what people thought of me for wearing diapers and sucking my thumb. All they would see is a charming baby boy. I smiled up at my mommy in gratitude for the change she had wrought.
She laid me down in my crib and leaned over to talk to me. It was hard to understand her; the words were too big. I heard her say, “I hope you know that I love you, Sweetiepie. I’ve decided to be your mommy. I’m sorry I had to turn you into a baby, Sugar. I couldn’t stand to see you the way you were, baby. The thought of having to take care of an adult sized infant was overwhelming. I knew you were too big for me to take care of myself. You weren’t going to get any better, Honey. You were only going to get more and more helpless as time went on. You’ll be easier to take care of now that you’re baby sized. You’re so small now that you weigh next to nothing. I won’t have any problems carrying you around or changing you. Now we’ll both have what we wanted most in life; I’ll have a little baby of my own and you’ll get to stay a baby for the rest of your life. It doesn’t matter that you’re never going to get any older. Mommy will take care of everything, you’ll see. You don’t have to be embarrassed about wearing diapers now. No one will think anything of it. You’ll be mommy’s little baby forever!”
I stretched out my arms to her and she leaned over the crib and began tickling me. I chuckled in glee as she said, “I’m going to call the lab tomorrow and tell them you became very depressed and went to your lab today. I’ll tell them I was worried and followed you to the lab. When I got there I discovered you had turned the machine on and were sitting on the test platform. The lights dimmed and you were turned into a baby. They’ll think you destroyed yourself in remorse over what happened to Gina. No one will ever know what really happened. I don’t want you to worry your little head about the money, baby. Your mommy has a plan. I’m going to call your insurance company and tell them you’ve been disabled in a laboratory “accident”. Since you can’t walk, talk or do anything for yourself, the company won’t have any choice but to find that you’re one hundred percent disabled. I’ll also apply for Social Security Disability for you. With our savings and your disability checks we’ll do fine until the money from the patents comes through. I won’t have to work. You’ll have a full time mommy to take care of you the rest of your life.”
She tucked me and kissed me on the forehead saying, “Sweet dreams, Honey. Mommy loves you. Tomorrow will be the first day of your new life.”
I gurgled happily and peed in my dydee as she turned out the light and I drifted off into slumber. The winter of my discontent was over, now came the eternal springtime of my mother’s love.