It's now September and I've turned completely into a three year old girl. In a month Katherine will have her birthday and I'll celebrate mine the same day; seeing as we was born about a year and two and weeks apart, this offered a bit of convenience for mommy.
And though I'm now three years old, have a height of three foot eight and weigh about twenty eight pounds, I still remember my life as a fifteen year old male, though I don't really miss it.
Right now I'm getting a bath from my mommy. Laughing, I splash my sister, who splashes mommy, who also starts to laugh and then tells us, "Settle down girls," and continues to wash us both; she wants us to be ready for bed by the time she goes out on her date.
Toweling me off, she wraps me up in the towel and tells me, "Go put on your pajamas sweetie. And don't forget to put on a pull-up Dry night."
Toddling into my room, I let the towel fall to the floor and open my closet. Knowing I still have accidents, but I'm getting better at not having any, I pull on the diaper and next pull on a pair of pink, purple and teal footed pajamas. Grabbing Angelina, the ballerina mouse, I climb into bed and after a while, mommy comes to give me my tuck in.
Lying in the dark, still smelling mommy's perfume, I hear the doorbell ring and know that it is her date; she is finally moving on after daddy left us.
After a bit, the doorbell rings again and I wonder who it is. Sliding out of bed, I creep across my room and opening the door, hear, "The girls are in bed already. Help yourself to anything in the fridge. Thank-you for babysitting on such short notice, Tanya."
Shutting the door, I crawled into bed next to Angelina and tried to calm myself to fall asleep. After a bit, I heard a car pulling away and then there was silence. And than the door to my room opens and the babysitter has come in. Sitting down on my bed, she looks at me, sees that I'm still awake and than asks, "Do you know who I am, Marcus? Because I need your help."