"How about you turn into Timmy?" one girl (the teenager) asked. "The seven-year-old one, I mean. Not this baby."
"Why?" responded new girl #1.
"Because," said the teen, "it would be awesome if we could keep Timmy, or Tiffany, like this. You could change into Timmy, go home with Timmy's mom when she comes tomorrow, and then we have this baby forever."
"Okay," answered new girl #1. "My foster parents don't really like me anyways. They wouldn't care if I didn't come back home. And growing up as a boy... that would be interesting." New girl #1 suddenly transforms. Her hair becomes shorter and her pink clothes change into the Star Trek shirt and outfit you were wearing earlier. She looks exactly like you used to be.
New girl #2 transforms into a dog. #3 transforms into the father. #4 transforms into a just-graduated-from-college girl. #5 transforms into a kindergartner. For the next 24 hours, all 11 of you play house. If you (the reader) arenfused who is in this family, I'll rexplain. There is a: grandmother, father, mother, just-graduated-from-college girl, teenager, 7-year-old boy, 7-year-old girl, kindergartner, female baby (that's Timmy), dog, cat.
Anyways, you (Timmy, or now Tiffany) are forced to eat baby food, mess in your diaper, get breastfed, sleep in a crib, ride in a stroller, and play in a playpen. Anytime a parent comes in, one of the girls hide you while the rest morph back into 7- and 8-year old girls. This happens for 24 straight hours.
The next evening, your mother walks into the play room. "It's time to go, Timmy," she says. You begin to crawl up to her but the girl who is hiding you holds onto you so you cannot escape. Instead, the girl who looks like 7-year-old you walks up. Your mother and that girl walk away. Eventually, the other girls get picked up and go home. But Jennifer, the girl whose birthday it was, keeps playing with you. She morphs from the mother into a 7-year-old girl (actually now it's 8 because of her birthday).
"Listen, Tiffany," Jennifer says to you. "I have to keep you in hiding. But as long as I transform into the mother, I have those special powers. I can keep you safe. My parents will never have to know that you're here. And when I leave the room, don't try to escape. You'll be in your crib or playpen when I leave the room." So everyday the same thing happens. Your fed, played with, and put to sleep by Jennifer. But Jennifer's mom and dad never find out that you're in her room.
Three years later, this is still going on. Jennifer is 11-years-old (unless she transforms into the mother). You also expected to get older, but you never did. You're still a baby girl who can't speak or use the toilet. But you're used to it by now. You've even begun to start thinking of Jennifer as "Mommy." One day, 11-year-old Jennifer walks into the room and goes up to you. "I have a surprise for you," she says.