Much to your utter mortification, the employee takes you to a restroom and lies you down upon a changing table, removing the offensive diaper and deftly cleaning your butt. You see your own bald crotch as she raises your feet up in the air and watch with absolute horror that your privates are gone for good, replaced by a privacy. A slit that will become only good to receive a penis in a long, long time, instead of being one. Your testicles have vanished for good too. The employee washes you and while you shiver at the contact of the cold water, you start fussing and crying again. Even the sweet smells of the wipes, lotion and baby powder, as well as the embarrassingly comforting feeling of cleanliness is not enough to calm you down. On the contrary, you are frightened by this very feeling of being clean. Of having a clean diaper. A clean butt. Even the tickling of the female employee on your tummy is not sufficient to halt your tears. It does make things worse, the temptation to laugh and giggle and squirm only being stopped by your great distress. The employee sighs, but picks you up while moving again amongst the rows and rows of costumes towards another door. You know realize how much bigger the store is in fact. But does magic really surprise you at this point? No, of course. But you ARE aware that the fact that the employee changed you so effectively indicates that you probably aren't the first and only to be changed into a baby. A baby girl, what's more! You were a frat boy not even an hour ago!
The woman opens the door and presents you to two men, as their new daughter. Wait... Your new parents... are guys? Gay guys? Wait, no! You don't want to be raised by a homosexual couple! Or by anyone, in fact! You start squirming again and the employee apologizes for you, explaining that you would calm down soon, that you have just been changed and that after a good bottle, you'd fall asleep and start being a sweet baby girl. In spite of your clear refusals, one of the men grabs you and exclaims how cute you are, dressed like this. He then smooches you profusely and showers you with cutesy compliments and sweet nothings. His partner, more muscular, explains that his partner has always been a big softie and that he always loved playing with dolls. And the guy holding you keeps gushing at how he'll dress you up and decorate your room. Both men then thank profusely the woman for allowing them to live in a world of family sitcom and for these great transformations. Wait again... These guys got to choose what they wanted?!!? And not you?!!? You got the role of the baby daughter? You try to escape the arms of the man holding you because you don't want AT ALL to leave this world but it's no use. The employee goes away back to the store and you step into another world with your two new parents. Is any escape possible? How long until you lose your mind? Will it be part of the transformation? Or because of the environment? What humiliations await you?