Abigail, once her bearings were gathered again, looked around and realised that she was in in playpen. Well, she first thought that she was in a weird cage. Around her were strewn many soft toys and other plastic and wooden ones. She was in a room which was a nursery. A nursery straight out of a fairy tale fantasy book, full of pastel colors and decorations. It was a princess-themed room. And she was dressed in a pyjama which was actually a onesie decorated with crowns and hearts and fairies. And the worst was... The pillow wrapped around her groin was a... A diaper! She was wearing a diaper! Worse, her hands were all pudgy and she could only crawl, not even stand. Her legs felt too weak and she collapsed on her side, her fall meaning just slumping onto more pillows and plush materials. A baby! She was baby! Probably just one-year-old. She was a helpless baby! But why was she such a stupid creature that required constant help?
"Think about your wish," Saanp's voice resonated in her head. "I followed your instructions carefully. It was you that did not phrase it with any details."
Abigail realized she was right. She did not give any precisions concerning her age fore the wish or even... Or even what "my family" entailed. It might not even be her original family!
And it turned out she was right, for the door opened and in stepped a creature that was not human at all. It was a fay creature.