Emily carried Jeff into his room. A quick glance showed that the Chronivac had transformed his room from a teen’s room into a baby’s room. His bed and all of his things were gone. The walls were covered in blue wallpaper with a cartoon duck pattern. In the corner was a crib. Next to it, a changing table. And, next to that, Jeff was shocked to see, his computer and the Chronivac.
As his new mommy laid him on the changing table, he looked over at the machine. What was the Chronivac doing here? He wondered. Then, he remembered. His father had wanted to convert Jeff’s bedroom into an office when Jeff moved out of the house. In this alternate reality, this room must have been his Dad’s office before he was born. They just never moved the computer when they redecorated it for him. Jeff just hoped that Emily wouldn’t notice the Chronivac while she was changing him.
But, soon enough, Jeff’s attention was pulled from the Chronivac, by having his clothes stripped off of him from the waist down. He dreaded what came next and quietly wished he could be anywhere else at that moment.
“Let’s get you out of that messy daipoo,” said Emily. Her giant hands opened his diaper, releasing the stink of his poo and revealing his hairless baby penis. Emily wrinkled her nose. Jeff blushed. He couldn’t imagine anything more embarrassing than being exposed before his former sister while covered in his own poo. He closed his eyes and prayed for it all to be over fast.
He felt himself lifted by his ankles, which Emily held in one enormous hand, while she wet-wiped his private areas with the other hand. Soon enough he was clean and powdered and wrapped in a fresh diaper... and totally mortified by the whole experience.
“There,” she said. “All done.”
Without a doubt, he decided, this transformation had been a huge mistake. He just hoped it wouldn’t get any worse.
Emily dressed Jeff up again and carried him back to the kitchen. She looked around as if she was trying to remember something.
“Now, what was I doing?” She asked herself aloud.
Please don’t play with the Chronivac, thought Jeff. Please, please, please...
Then, Emily saw it on the counter, and Jeff’s heart sank.
“That’s right,” said Emily. “That weird controller.”
He watched helplessly as she picked it up and started examining it. It looked something like a graphing calculator with a big screen on top and rows of buttons beneath it.
“This doesn’t look like any controller I’ve seen before,” she said.
Jeff moaned and babbled in a vain attempt to distract her from it.
“It’s OK, Jeffy,” she said. “Let’s put you in your playpen.”
She walked him over to a corner of the room filled with baby toys and surrounded by a fence of wooden bars and set him down in the middle. He crawled through the toys to the bars and climbed up to stand on his teetering legs as she sat down on the couch with the Chronivac remote.
Although Jeff couldn’t see what she was doing with it from his point of view, he could hear that she had turned it on.
“Noooooo...” he wailed.
“Just a minute, Jeffy,” she said. “Mommy is busy.”
She pressed a few buttons, and Jeff gulped.
“That’s weird,” she said. “There’s information about me on here.” She pressed another button. “Now you.” She pressed more buttons.
Jeff held his breath.
“I wonder what this does,” she said and pushed a button.