A gay couple wanted to adopt a tiny shrunken male. They got theirs by more legal means as they saw no problem in getting a juvenile delinquent that had had too many sentences in taking drugs and dealing these nefarious substances. The court thought that being treated as a tiny boy was perfect for that good-for-nothing who had just turned eighteen. Moreover, the judge had heard what the gay couple wishing to adopt had in mind and he was sure that after being treated like that, the boy would be of no danger to society. The two men earned a good living and one was aged 25 and the other 27. The first worked in a successful law firm and another in the fashion industry. They ardently wished for living baby doll that wouldn't grow up and fuss over, making her all girly and princessy. A tiny boy was fine as they could model him afterwards and as a delinquent, everyone would be fine with it. So the delinquent was renamed Stella and shrunk to the size of a Barbie doll. They had outfitted Stella's room all in pink, decked in what all the perfect, sweetest baby girl would desire. They planned spoiling Stella to no end. So when the deliquent, now Stella, woke up after the transformation, he was surprised at how out of proportion everything was. So big and intimidating suddenly.
"Here is you new baby, good sirs," said a nurse. "She hasn't eaten or drunk yet but I think that you might want to do that yourselves."
Stella saw with great fright two male faces bend over him, cooing and declaring how darling she was and hoe she's exactly what they wanted. Then the more muscled one picked him up, thrusting a bottle into his mouth. To his dismay, Stella saw that he was now dressed in a diaper and pink legless onesie. And that he was tiny. Over the next few day, he'd discover that he now had bouncy blonde hair, bright blue eyes and that all the food he was given was making him chubby, only eliciting coos and tickles from the two crazy men now calling themselves Papa and Daddy. A pacifier was stuck in her mouth to keep her from cursing and protesting. The playpen was worse than the prison bars with the stupid toys. And nothing enchanted her new daddies as much as seeing her on all fours in adorable outfits, diaper all too apparent. Being naked at each bath and diaper change was beyond humiliating too. The rest was just as awful with ridiculous cutesy outfits, baths, tickles, coos and all sort of stereotypical princess infantile things. Stella was rocked, burped, kissed, tickled mercilessly and he was sure the milk and food was laced with something that made him chubby and sluggish, regressing him even further into childhood. He wondered how long he could be surrounded by stuffed animals, the color pink and sweet words before going crazy for good.