You try to remember.... But it's hard... Very, very hard. Indeed, you cling to your last memories as if to a lifeline, or a safety buoy. Yet it is to save your very personality. Hating Rose provides the best way to do that, so as to resist the attack of new things you like. Soft petal clothes. Delicious milk, so filling... Warm baths with such lovely scents. Everyone calling you sweet names and loving you unconditionally. How pretty toys and everything in pink or pastel colors look like. How soft Rose's hugs are, as are her kisses. Good thing a kernel of deep hate remains, or else you'd be as sappy as a proper stupid fairy baby girl! You hate her, you wonder the reason and the fact that she made you a stupid baby comes back to you, which makes you attempt to resist her ministrations. Then, you scream, throw tantrums and vomit or mess your diaper at the worst moments possible, or better, when she's just changed you. You're not a silly baby girl, but a human male, damn it! You want your privates back! It's traumatizing enough to see a juvenile privacy instead each time you are changed or during your bath. It's a nightmare! How will you cope during puberty, bedsides? The mere thought is deeply terrifying! So each time Rose spanks you for your atrocious behavior, it hurts but it feels like a victory indeed.
Unfortunately, you're losing and you start being aware of it. Rose has found the perfect way to make you bend to her will and forget what she see as disgusting pesky memories. She tickles you. You have to submit to her tickles and it's impossible to retaliate in this helpless body. You gurgle, giggle and let out peal after peal of laughter. And Rose is relentless. She coos and makes her fingers dance on your tiny sensitive nerves. She loves to kiss your tiny feet and pinching your butt cheeks gives her great delight. Your tummy becomes a drum and your ribs played like a harp. While you're tickled, she says your name is Lilac and that you are the sweetest, silliest and chubbiest baby girl, loving everything girly. All taken by your spasms and giggles, you cannot help hearing her. You cannot help listening to her words whispered softly in your ears. She tickles you everywhere and you cannot organize your mental resistance. When she finally stops, you are tired, breathless and have no energy to fight her words. And they make sense as, exhausted, you fall asleep. So like that, you become a true baby fairy, so sweet and girly, amidst the "coochy-coochy-coos" sand forget you once had a penis and testicles you were proud of.