Flash
When the flash was done, first thing I know is that I was sitting on the ground wearing nothing but a diaper. It wasn’t the only thing I noticed as the shape of my body didn’t match what I remember to be just a while ago. I looked at my right hand and see that the ring was still wrapped around my chubby finger. I smiled because I knew that now I was a one-year-old baby and I look around. Sure enough I was in a playpen with a whole bunch of other babies and two-year-olds who are being swarmed with who I imagine is there mothers. They were just crying because they now realized that they were younger.
I looked around until I spotted a non-panicking 4 year old toddler and by the looks of appearance, this had to be Becky; Brad’s older sister. It was then a figure bent down in front of me and picked me up. I look closely to see the figure to be eight years old and a girl wearing a yellow flower dress.
“Hey little Joey.” Said the girl in a French accent so this has to be Monique. The odd thing is something in my gut told me that this was not Monique. In fact, she doesn’t seem to have the same recognition in her eyes given that my wish did affect her as well she would’ve recognize me.
However, I felt a sudden pressure in my nether regions so I decided to play the part of the baby. With limited control over my mouth, I stick my tongue out and blew a raspberry just as I pooped myself. After I was done, the girls sniffed the air and recoil.
“You little shit.” Said the girl and I laughed in respond.
“Je t'ai dit ma sœur, il pourrait facilement nous distinguer.” Came a similar voice that came up next to her. Another girl around eight years old identical to the one holding me except this one was wearing a blue flower dress. She took me out of her sister’s arms and hold me up to her face.
“Ain’t that right little Joey?” Asked the girl I now knew with no doubt is Monique. I mumble as a baby which causes a look at me with confusion.
“Oh?” She remarked as she turned her head towards me as if to try to hear me better. “ What was that Joey?” She ask and being cheeky I gave her a wet baby kiss on her cheek. She turned back to look at me and laugh. “Oh what a little stinker you are. Well might as well get you to your mama.”
As she was taking me somewhere, I look around to taking my surroundings. Sure enough all the party guest that were at the party were replaced by babies ranging from newborn to two years old. If I had to venture a guess, all the seniors were now two years old and the juniors (my age group) were newborns to one years old. All our mothers have appeared at this party as young versions of themselves and there were extras who I have no doubt were the sophomore mothers walking around in various stages of pregnancy.
Eventually, we reached my mother, who is now the same age as she was when I was a baby. It was interesting seeing her here and interacting with more mothers.
“Mrs. Flynn! Little Joey here made a big stinky.” Monique said, presenting me to my mother. My mother gave us sniff in the air then took me from Monique and cradle and her arms.
“Thank you Monique. You are such a strong girl for your age.” My mother said as she walked me over to the changing table. There was already a mother there in the final stages of changing the diaper. This woman looks suspiciously like the school slut Ashley, this must be her mother. Sure enough when she was done she looked the baby in the air and there was baby Ashley no more than a month over a year old. She looks so hurt and humiliated that as she was a baby again, as she was being taken away I couldn’t help but laugh a baby laugh.
“That’s right little Joey it’s your turn.” My mom said not reading the situation right. She put me on the changing table then proceeded to takeoff and dispose my diaper. I smiled as she lifted my feet to clean my bottom, then powder and diaper me. With that done, she lifted me up.
“There we go all nice and clean.” My mom said before she blew raspberries on my tummy, causing me to laugh. She then cradle me and start walking towards a group of sitting mothers who were breast-feeding their babies. I recognize a young Mrs. Brockman along with Jessica‘s mother, but the rest of the mothers I didn’t recognize. She sat down in an open seat next to Mrs. Brockman.
“Ah Maria is it time to feed Joey?” Mrs. Brockman ask.
“Almost but I figured we can have a few conversation before I have to feed him.” My mother responded and as if on queue, a pregnant mother waddle up to us. I recognized her as Gabe‘s mother, and she was no doubt six months pregnant with Gabe.
“Mrs. Brockman I would like to thank you again for inviting me to basically your son’s birthday and I’m surprised you would even invite pregnant women along.” Gabe’s mother said.
“No problems Mrs. Jackson I know you don’t have much but I would like to get to know the mothers of the children who are about to be born. They are potential playmates from my little Brad here.” Mrs. Brockman answered. Okay I think this is enough time to spend as a baby so I silently made a wish the fast-forward this party.