Tiffany laid in her crib and stared up at the modbil above her head. She was stuck as a little baby, with nothing to do but lie there. Finally the door to her room opened and her mother, Alison came inside.
"There's my little baby!" she grinned, lifting Tiffany into the air. When she did, her hands touched Tiffany's bottom. "Looks like you need to be changed."
'I do?" Tiffany thought, "I don't even remember doing anything."
Allison brought her over to the changing table. Tiffany was glad that none of her friends could see her now, transformed into a little baby girl and changed by her mother. She felt her mother take off the diaper and clean her private areas, then put on a new diaper. "There, all better?"
She was helpless as her mother lifted her up and brought her downstairs into the kitchen. All of Tim's old sports trophys that normally were on the shelf in the living room were gone, the pictures of him in his football and basketball uniforms were gone too. Everything in the living room was docorated as if Tim had never existed. And he wasn't Tim any more, just a little baby girl named Tiffany. She had to get things back to normal.
Tiffany saw Max, the annoying little brother that always followed Tim around. He was watching t.v. "Max!" Allison said, kicking a pile of legos, "I thought I told you to clean up your mess. What if Tiffany chocked?"
Tiffany suddenly realized how vulnerable she really was. She had to stay close to her mother.
Allison put Tiffany into a highchair in the kitchen. Amy was making dinner and her father, Fred was sitting at the table, reading the paper. Amy had made meatloaf, her favorite, but she was forced to eat the baby food that Allison was forcing into her throat. She found that she had a hard time staying awake after that.
She woke up the next morning in her crib, with nothing but a diaper on. Amy walked in and changed her, then dressed her in a yellow sundress. "Come on, we're going to the park today," she grinned. She put Tiffany into a car seat in her car, then called for her brother. Max came running out with a football. When they got to the park, Amy put Tiffany into a stroller and lead her to a park bench. Max went off to play football with his friends. Tiffany wished she could be out there, running around, but she was stuck inside of the stroller.
For the next few days, she couldn't do anything but live the life of a baby girl, completly at the mercy of her older siblings and her parents. She couldn't reach the family computer, because she was always under the watchful eyes of her parents or Amy. It wasn't until about two weeks later when she was finally able to change herself.
Amy had dressed her that morning in a blue t-shirt and a denim skirt and left her in her crib. She was finally able to figure out a way to lower the side of the bars withouth anyone noticing. She knew that Amy was in her room, working on her school papers when the doorbell rang. Tiffany heard Amy run downstairs and open it. It was Kyle, and she didn't hear anything except for silence. She was sure that Amy and Kyle were making out on the couch. She lowered the bars of her crib and climbed down. She crawled into Amy's room and found the laptop on her bed. She managed to climb onto Amy's bed and over to the laptop. She breathed a sigh of relif when she was able to open the computer game.
She froze when she heard the front door open. Her parents were home and very angry at Amy and Kyle. She had to work fast, before they came upstairs.