The night was filled with dreaming of swimming, of feeding, of warm places. Bobby blinks thinking what a strange dream it really was, when he sees the bars of the crib.
"Wah!" He let out a terrible scream! "Wah!"
Nothing changed! How could that happen! This had to be the same room he slept in overnight!
"I'm coming, little one. I'm coming." His aunt came in. She looked tired, but remarkably good for someone who was supposed to be a senior citizen.
"You're crying. You know how many times I was up last night?" He realize they weren't dreams and turn a shade of red.
"No worries Bobby." He feels more relaxed in her arms. "Breakfast in a moment. First a change."
He doesnt fight it. "I can do this," he thinks. "I can lie here like a baby."
"It's strange nothing's changed," she says. The house has never done this." She's talking to him as she takes off the sleep sack and reaches for a new diaper. "If anything, I think my breasts feel more sensitive! Now, no peeing in my face." She opened his diaper and leaned back to avoid spray. It didn't come. She leaned forward. Without a word she changed him and reached for a change of clothes. Seemed pretty frilly.
She didn't say a word until he was drinking deeply from her breast.
"Bobby, something did change. Today, you are my little girl."