Madame Illusia had rearranged reality so that Tyler fit in perfectly with the new lives of Bob and Randy. There was a new car and a new house, all fit to welcome them and their new baby. They left the show smooching and telling Tyler how cute he was and how happy they were they had adopted him. They placed him in an old-fashioned baby carrier that had appeared magically and headed home, while eating dinner on the way. Tyler was given a bottle of milk and baby formula, being promised a better meal next morning. Tyler was the only one to remember who he was and what had happened. And he was furious. Not that he could do much about it. He was barely more than six months! He could barely crawl, if that! He was placed in the arms of Randy who expertly placed the teat of the bottle in his mouth and pressed the formula. Tyler had no choice than to suckle or cough up on the liquid. It was vanilla-flavored so it wasn't that bad. Humiliatingly, though, he was then burped on Randy's shoulder and patted and cooed at. It got worse when Bob and Randy ordered actual food, steaks, mashed potatoes, salads and mounds of ice cream and a place of waffles as dessert. That was pure torture and Tyler got fully fussy. This was not fair! He was stuck with milk while those two faggots masquerading as his new parents could enjoy a the delicious meals they wanted! As if they needed to, with the extra-pounds they had! Tyler was scared and simultaneously disgusted at the thought of ending up like them with time. And to add to his humiliation, people were staring at him being kissed and bounced on Randy's knees, with the overweight man in a moo-moo attracting stares. Being cranky and fussy, and the smooches and bouncing having of course no effect, Tyler was tickled and a pacifier slipped into his mouth. Giggling and twitching uncontrollably, Tyler was put back in his carrier. He learned then that his name was no more Tyler but Gabriel. He hated this name with all the anger he could muster. Bob did the only kind thing in letting his have whipped cream from his index. Tyler was revolted at the idea of sucking anything on the finger of this stupid man thinking he was his father but to get something nice in spite of his lack of teeth, he relented. The whipped cream was nice, after all. And as he heard the din of the restaurant, stuck under a blanket, a pacifier in his mouth, a teddy bear next to him and with only the not-at-all-interesting fan, lamps and ceiling of the restaurant. Before he knew it, he was sleeping soundly.
The next few days were impossible to endure for Gabriel, formerly Tyler. If he could have kicked that bitch Madame Illusia's butt, he would have done it gladly. That bitch had ruined his life! He hated Bob and Randy too, but for them their little Gabriel was simply needing time to adjust and was just being fussy. Soon he'd be a little darling. Tickling him was effective in bringing smiles to his face and made him more compliant. Tyler hated how ticklish he'd become. He hated being hugged, kissed and tickled. He could not do anything for himself! He was stuck in diapers in a playpen almost all day and when his bladder or bowels decided to empty themselves, he cried immediately, disgusted by himself. Besides, Bob loved tickling him, making him giggle and twitch helplessly but Randy loved carrying around next to his chest in a special carrier, insisting that skin-to-skin contact was primordial for mother and baby connection. The worse was that it did seem to be right, as Tyler unconsciously nuzzled to his new mommy's chest sucking his thumb and even suckling Randy's nipple at one time as his infantile instincts took over in the futile search for milk. The incident had been horrid to Tyler as he had only realized what he was doing before stopping at once, horrified. Just like for the other such incidents. His mind was regressing to baby desires, urges and appeals without him being in control! And the two homosexual men loved telling each other mushy compliments and giving one another big smooches. They adored living in a sort of perfect domestic bliss, with Tyler in it. To make their adorable baby more comfortable, they placed a bassinet in their own bedroom, to be near him and so that he could be reassured by their own familiar and sweet parental presence. The bigger crib and Gabriel's room could be used later. But that went that some nights Tyler could hear them giggling and getting romantic, their mons startling him and forcing him to hear everything. Their little Gabriel had plenty of toys and attention. And even more love. Too bad the little darling was not happy about that, even if he did act increasingly like a happy little baby boy.