Dustin didnīt even remember there were any other people around him but Cindy and Ty, thanks to her earlier reply. But seeing her grab the big blue onesie for him he started sobbing again.
"Whatīs the matter now, little one?" Cindy asked cooing at him.
"Please, donīt put that on me. I canīt be seen walking in that or my reputation at school will be nothing anymore." Dustin sobbed out.
"You will wear it. All off it, without any fuss, Dustin. After all you love to wear your cute baby gear. And what do you mean school? You arenīt going to school yet, little baby. You are to young and canīt read or write yet, let alone do any math. Now stop sobbing over this and help me put this on you quietly, Dustin." Cindy explained calmly.
Dustin's eyes ran dry of tears then, as he unwillingly lifted his legs so Cindy could put the lower part of the onesie on him. But part of him was happy to finally put the onesie on again, he hated being without his gear after all. "Wait again, Iīm not really a baby. Cindy stop this please, I will die in humiliation for this. And why wouldnīt I go to school, Iīm 16 to cry out loud." Dustin thought.
Cindy had quickly pulled up the onesie over Dustin's legs and diaper, then fitted his arms inside. Dustin hadnīt noticed before, but the onesie had a mitten-like end on the hands, which would hinder him in grabbing most things. Cindy pulled the zipper on the back up nearly completely, but took the pacifier out of the bag first and put it in Dustin's mouth, the cord around his neck. Then she placed the bonnet over his head, tying the long cords under his chin before putting the bib on him, tying the bonnets cord together with the bibs one on the back of his neck also. Finally she pulled the zipper up completely, which hindered Dustin to take off any of the gear alone.
Cindy admired her work on her baby boy friend, smiling broadly. Ty's was laughing at Dustin's fate, along the other spectators which Dustin ignored blissfully due Cindy. She then fished the rattle out of the bags and pushed it into Dustin's hand.
Dustin was screaming in his mind, but couldnīt fight how Cindy clothed him. With the mittens he couldnīt grab the zipper, and due to everything other being bond under it, he couldnīt get of the bib or the bonnet either. He spit out the pacifier, which then hung over his bib. His tries to get the rattle away from his hand also failed, as its grip was wrapped in Velcro strips, holding tight on his left hand. He found the sound of it annoying, but couldnīt stop shaking it to get it loose either.
Cindy looked not happy about him spitting out the pacifier and replaced it quickly. "It looks cuter that way Dustin, so be a good baby, enjoy your rattle and suck your pacifier. Then we can go look for additional things you could need."
Dustin looked shocked at her as he started sucking on the pacifier, he was helpless to stop her. With a light shift he now enjoyed the rattles sound and felt at peace, ignoring the roaring laughter from any other person in the room.
Ty enjoyed Dustin's fate even more now and willed Cindy's other comment to be true. While she could change his thinking she couldnīt take away anything, but he could. So he removed Dustin's ability to read, write or do any math, leaving him more babyish than before. He also wanted to humiliate him a bit more, so he willed the onesie, bib and bonnet into different shades of pink instead of blue, but made everyone but Dustin and himself unaware of the change. He also slightly reformed them to look like a costume, giving him big bunny ears on the bonnet and a short tail on the onesie above his ass. The mittens and footsies looked more like bunny paws, and the pacifier sprouted thin whiskers and looked like a small snout.
Everyone cooed and laughed at Dustin, who realized the color change and started to sob again. That got Cindy's attention and she pulled the pacifier away, asking: "Whats wrong now, my little baby?"
"Why is it pink, it was blue before." Dustin sobbed.
Cindy giggled: "Oh Dustin, I found that costume like onesie cute for you, even if its pink. You look good in it. It was never blue, but a cute pink bunny. Iīm sure you like it, so donīt sob about it anymore."
Dustin hadnīt noticed the bunny additions, but before he could say anything about it he obeyed Cindy and started to like itīand stopped sobbing. "You are right, its cute, I love it." That elected more laughter from the people around, some had nearly fainted already from laughing, others had gotten out their phones and recorded the whole process.
Cindy than had to add one final thing, unbeknownst nudged so by Ty: "I want my little baby boy to fit his role, so please if I donīt say otherwise from now on you will make more baby noises instead of speaking Dustin."
Dustin looked clearly horrified at that thought and tried to stop it: "No, Cindy, ya ba bo te pe se" but his sentence changed before leaving his mouth.
Cindy cooed at him, replacing the pacifier in his mouth again. "Letīs go, I think we need some other things for my baby boy-friend to be happy." Then she pulled him up and tried to pull him out of the bathroom, but he didnīt bulge, only shaking both his head and his rattle vigorously. "Oh Dustin, stop your resistance already and come along now. The longer you fuss now the longer it takes."
As hard as he tried, Dustin couldnīt stop his body any longer from being dragged outside, turning bright red with all the people around. But Cindy showed no mercy in dragging him further, heading for a shop with baby items rather easily.
Ty followed them, again making Cindy's sentence, which he had nudged her to say, to get stronger. Dustin could understand everything normal, and also still form sentences in his mind, but the moment they came out of his mouth they would be baby gibberish. Only if Ty or Cindy said he was allowed to speak it would work normal.