A new day dawns as the sun shines through Rachel’s window. She whimpers and coos like a baby as she tries to go bac to sleep, but the shine makes her wake up, and she groans and Stretches, Rachel, thinking: Geez, what a nightmare. Huh? She whimpers as she finds out it wasn’t just a daydream. She looks around as everything in her room but her posters have babified and either removes or changed. She cries. Rachel, thinking: NO! GOD, NO! Suddenly, her mom runs in. Mom: Baby, are you ok? Rachel looks at her and try trys to run at her but she’s is to young to walk yet, so fall on her face and cries. Her mom picks her up and lightly cradles her. Mom: Now, now, dear. It’s ok. Mommy’s here. Rachel, thinking: WHY, MOM? WHY? I’m not your little girl anymore. Why can’t you just let go? Rachel blushes as her Mom lightly feels her diaper. Mom: Aww, you’ve wet yourself last night. You naughty girl. Rachel is blushing red as a apple and whimpers feeling sad and humiliated. Mom carries her to the bathroom and places her in the tubby. Rachel, thinks: I guess I must play along. *whimpers* But this sucks. I hate playing baby girl. Even when I was really a little girl. I wanted to be strong. As she thinks Mom lightly washes her soft sensitive skin and she cleans it slowly with warm water and soap. Rachel blushes, whimpers, and softly moans. Rachel, thinking: My, god, this is embarrassing. If this was a my boyfriend this would be different or maybe…. She whimpers as her mom washes her tushy carefully, then Mom trys to tickle her again but she just cries. Mom: Aww, What’s a matter, baby? Is the water to hot? Rachel, thinking: YOU GOD DAMN BITCH! I WANT TO BE A ADULT! I’M NOT YOUR LITTLE GIRL ANYMORE! Mom puts a pacifier in her mouth and she instinctively starts sucking on it. Rachel, thinking: Man, I wish I didn’t actually like sucking this. It was the only baby thing I would let her do to me. After Mom washes Rachel’s hair she lifts her up in a soft towel and lightly dries her body with a hairdryer. She then lifts Rachel and carries her to her dressing room and places her on the dresser table. Mom: Now, we must make you pretty and very girly. Rachel whimpers at the thought and throws at lipstick at her and pouts. Mom: Ow! *she gasps* Why, you bad girl! She pulls Rachel over her lap and spanks her with a hairbrush lightly, but it still hurts turning her tushy pinkish red. Rachel cries. Rachel, thinking: Ok! Ok! I won’t do it again! Ow! Ow! That hurts! Rachel whimpers and rubs her warm tushy as her mom puts her back on the table. She looks away from her and mom lightly lifts her chin making her look at her. Mom: I’m gonna make you be a good girl, baby. Mommy knows what’s best for you. Rachel whimpers and sucks her pacifier. Mom reaches for a soft powder puff and lightly pats some baby powder on it. She lightly blushes and tries to wiggle her way out of Mom’s grip as she uncontrollably giggles. Suddenly, as she finishes dressing her in a light blue soft silk dress with frills on the back, and two blue pigtail bows on her black hair, there’s a knock on the door. Mom: Huh? Who could that be?