I was settling down when I heard a knock on the door. I rose up and when I opened the door, Stacy was standing, a fuming mug in her hand. She had a look of concern in her eyes, in spite of her smile.
"Here. I thought you could use a nice cup of tea. Plenty of milk and sugar too," she said.
Truth be told, tea was never your favorite. You always felt like you were drinking boiled herbs. But you truly did appreciate her gesture so you thanked her and took the warm cup. You closed the door, returned to your bed and drank the beverage. Stacy had not lied. She had put milk and sugar in it, and not a little. You frowned at the taste but the milk and sugar dulled the tastes you did not fancy. But it was warm and that did feel good. In fact, as you lied down after finishing the cup, you started feeling drowsy indeed. The mental strain was indeed greater than you had assumed and that cup was rather relaxing as well. Your breathing was already getting more regular and you sensed you'd deal with the mess of being unemployed later. You were asleep, and soundly, before you knew it.
But when you wake, you feel incredibly weak. As if you had a massive hangover. You open your eyes blearily but things just feel out of focus. And you can barely move. You twitch feebly but all your movements are jerky. You attempt to shout for help but only a pitiful cry comes out of your mouth. What is happening to you? Are you sick? The room certainly seems out of proportion in a very strange way.
Just then, the door opens. Stacy and Jim enter and go straight to you. Oh... Jim looks at you with wide surprised eyes and they look... impossibly big, as if your vision was totally off. You attempt to call out to then how ill you feel but a wordless gurgle is all you can muster. Stacy does look unfazed though.
"It's... incredible," whispers Jim. "I can't believe it... How old is he?"
"Three months," Stacy smiled. "Told ya that magical powder I got from that witch was legit."
"That's crazy..." your friend utters, peering down at you, his face even more impossibly gigantic as it's way to close to yours."
"I'll go get the gear," says Stacy, returning to the living-room. "Let's set him up and call the guys."
"Can he understand us?" asks Jim, turning his face towards his girlfriend and shouting.
"Nah," she answers.
She then comes back into the bedroom, while your mind reels under all of the information. So Stacy drugged you to return to infancy? That's crazy! And yet, here you are... And that would explain the tea... Stacy opens her sports bag and takes out baby items. She really did plan for this... She diapers you, dresses you in a onesie decorated with a cartoon character, adds some tiny booties and places you in a baby carrier with a pacifier in your mouth and a Bambi-themed blanket. It's comfy but humiliating, really. Stacy even asks Jim to rock it! They don't know you can still understand them yet you cannot communicate anything to them.
"I am going to call the guys," Stacy says, leaving again. "Rock him until he falls asleep."
"You have all the papers?"
"Yeah, yeah. They say your buddy's ours but we cannot raise him sio he's getting adopted. They can name hime like they want. They'll be happy to get him earlier than we agreed too."
Jim smiles down at you.
"That's weird but hey, we get a load of money out of this adoption. We get the flat too, saying he's gone missing. No one will think he's a baby now."
"And we can change other people too. I kept a lot of this powder. We can get rich through that. I was lucky to help out that old hag that really turned out to be an actual witch."
"Who's coming for him?"
"A gay couple. A wrestler and gym addict and a lawyer. Something like that," she says nonchalantly.
"And how much did you change in him?"
"I made him athletic and I changed his eye color to blue. I'll go get some coffee."
Jim stares at you still as he rocks you. You cannot believe what these so-called friends did to you! You try to protest and move but the pacifier is too big. Besides, you're too weak, and bound to be for a long time. Those jerks! They had no right to do this! And you'll be adopted by gay guys! How twisted is that? Seeing you getting grumpy, Jim sighs, rises up and leaves you, closing the door. You can only wait. Wait and fall asleep again. Because you're bored. Not because of your state and because of the warmth of the blanket. No, not at all.