Smoke engulfs you. You want to shout and scream. To demand of Bahiya what she intends to do. Because her smirk and evil glint did not bode anything well!... She promised to make you happy for all eternity but as what?... You should have known there was a trap! Bahiya had given you the example of a poor idiot who had misjudged his wish. Or rather Bahiya who had interpreted his wish wrong on purpose. And now the same was going to occur to him when he had assumed he was smarter. Sure, Bahiya had assured, through you, that you'd be happy, no matter your new appearance. So you'd happy. Yet would you realise the horror of your new life? The prospect of being happy without realizing how vile your life was appears plain terrifying.
When your vision clears from the magical vapour, it takes a bit of time to focus. Your first thought is that unlike your worst fears, you feel, well, comfortable. Very comfortable. Warm and a soft blanket covers you. You try to move but there, your muscles don't appear to wish to respond. You shout out for Bahiya but only a gurgle and infantile shout comes out of your mouth. As you flail helplessly, you finally see your hand. It's human but crunched up into a tight fist and refusing to unfold. And your fingers are little sausages. Tiny! They're tiny! And you are dressed in a sort of sweater decorated with cartoon teddy bears. Like... A baby's. Your hand is that of a baby's. That must be what you are. Then a gigantic face appears above you. That of a young, chubby woman. She coos at you and asks you in sirupy sweet voice if you had a nice nap. You gurgle as you attempt to question her on your situation and she giggles, kissing your nose. She then tickles you and amidst your laughs she takes you to a rocking chair and opens her blouse, revealing a gigantic breast, all the more because you are now a baby. It is already dripping with milk and your stomach grumbles in anticipation. You latch in with gusto and suckle the delightful sweet milk, which fills your tiny belly. You should feel repulsed but you are not. On the contrary, you think it is amazing. You could get used to live like this, being treated like a little emperor.
And you do. Bahiya is gone for good because you cannot talk anymore to make wishes. Not that it's a loss. You are still male, as all the time you spend naked makes clear. You just are the way you were as a baby. When close to everyone is considered cute. You never grow up, nothing changes apart from seasons and you are treated like the pride and joy of your new mother. You get tickled, kissed, showered with compliments, fed and best of all suckle and nestle between fat comfy breasts that are the best of pillows. You can stare at them, caress them and touch them as much as you desire. You are pampered all the time and have your mommy just for yourself, all the time, constantly. Being wiped after your meals are out of you is not disgusting because it removes the trouble of going to the bathroom altogether. Your daddy is a mere shadow and presence you never see. You are called the sweetest names and you are dressed with cute clothes that might be a little ridiculous, but which attracts attention and coos and tickles and compliments ands love from other woman that gush at how just adorable you are. This is a pampered heaven, where everyone fusses over you and think you are just the cutest. As you settle into your cushy life, getting hypnotised by the mobile and rocking of cribs and chairs, you forget all about Bahiya and your former adult life. All that matters is the present you always live in.