First, Ilana placed you in her bathroom, saying that those things happened all the time and that she had rescued several former adults that had fallen accidentally into the fountain. They'd become your new brothers and sisters. But first, she had to change you. She taped a diaper on you and opened a cupboard with several baby garments. She picked an appropriately pink onesie and put you in it. The garment itself was rather humiliating, however it was soft and Ilana had taken care of lathering sweet-smelling lavender lotion on you. Ilana then placed you in a baby basket. A bit old-fashioned with its frills and simple grips on the side but quite cute. And comfortable. A lot more than you ever would have suspected. She put a blanket decorated with teddy bears and tutus over you, fluffy and warm, and then placed a frog and teddy bear plushies at your side. The teddy bear was dressed like a princess and the frog had a crown upon his head, indicating it was a frog prince. The choice seemed god and the soft fabric made you want to hug and kiss the plushies. Your infantile instincts were already kicking in and you got angry at your little limbs that were too uncoordinated and weak to do anything but twitch and flail uncontrollably. But you also had the nagging feeling that something wasn't quite right here... Something fishy... But what, exactly? However, Ilana came back with a bottle of warm milk and it made you want to full your belly with that delicious and nutritious substance. Ilana laughed and praised your healthy appetite, adding that a warm tummy full of food would get you to sleep very rapidly. You felt disappointed when the bottle was empty but the pleasant feeling of a warm, full stomach was an ample compensation. The presence of soft fabrics around you topped it all off and drifting to sleep for a nice nap seemed an excellent idea indeed. You were lucky because the other children were really quiet. Maybe they were at daycare or at a park or...
And then it hit you. There were no children. That was what had appeared so odd around you. In a house with a few kids, at least, there were toys strewn across the house, or in the bathtub or elsewhere. Signs of just kids being there. Except for the few folded clothes in the bathroom and the bottle (and baby carrier and its contents) you had seen none of that. So what was going on, here? What did Ilana have in mind? Why had she lied? You tried to shout out and communicate to her your accusations, yet you had no energy for that. Your eyelids were drooping already and your body and brain were sinking into a deep slumber. And you had no time too, because as if on cue, the doorbell rang and Ilana went to the door, her high-heels clacking on the floor.
"Why, hello! Welcome! Your new daughter is here and waiting for you! She is taking a nap at the moment but please come in to meet her!"