... hear Lisa talking.
"When Jason broke up with me, I thought it'd be really hard on my own. But really it's surprisingly easy. Of
course I don't get as much sleep as I'd like to and I miss going out, but Ethan's such a low-maintenance
baby, and next semester I can study again, the university daycare will accept him when he's four months
old."
Apparently, you're called Ethan now. It's like you were in some kind of alternate reality, where you're Lisa's
baby and don't exist as her boyfriend. You open your eyes and try to orient yourself. You're in an infant
carrier on the floor of the cabin. In front of you, some meters away you can see two people sitting on a
sofa. You've never seen Lisa's parents, but you're pretty sure this elderly couple is them.
"Speaking of Jason, what about him? Has he met Ethan yet?" Lisa's mother asks.
"He hasn't even asked to see him. And I'm not sure I'd let him if he did." There's a bitterness in Lisa's voice
you've never heard before. Suddenly you remember Jason. He's Lisa's ex-boyfriend and a real asshole. So
in this reality he apparently got her knocked up, and thus... he's your father! You moan in despair, but it
comes out of your mouth as a cute baby sound.
Lisa's mom - your grandmother - coos at you "Hey Ethan. Are you awaaake?! Yes you are!"
She stands up from the sofa and moves towards you. "Come to granny." she says and picks you up with
her cold, bony hands. Suddenly you can't help but feel terrified by the well-meaning old lady, and you start
to cry involuntarily. "Oh, you want to be with mommy? There she is." You're handed over to Lisa, who pulls
you close to her warm, soft body and rocks you gently. The crying stops immediately. "Don't worry, he'll get
used to you in no time. Or perhaps it's because of his diaper, it's high time for a change." You don't feel
anything special between your legs, just the warmth and softness of the disposable diaper you've already
been feeling in the car, but Lisa puts you down on a changing pad on the floor anyway.
"Let's see what you've got in there." As she takes off your pants and unbuttons your onesie, you realize
her parents are actually going to see what you've "got in there". The thought of having your butt wiped by
your girlfriend in front of her parents is too much, and you start to cry once more. "He hates diaper
changes. No idea why, but distracting him won't work, I just have to do it quickly." She opens the diaper
and starts to clean your tiny genitals with a baby wipe.
Thinking about it, everybody here sees you as an infant like every other, and they have their diapers
changed in public all the time, so what't the problem? You stop crying as Lisa gives you a fresh diaper and
puts your clothes back on. She sits down holding you in her arms. You realize how tiny and vulnerable you
are, and how big and soft Lisa is, feeling protected by her motherly warmth and affection. You still sense the
love between you and her - it's different now, but much stronger than ever. But still you'd like to become
your adult self again soon, rather than have to grow up from scratch. You try to make sense of what
happened again. Apparently you crossed some kind of border between two realities - one in which you've
been Lisa's boyfriend since half a year, another in which Lisa gave birth to you a few months ago and is
single. Where's the adult version of you in this world? Does it even exist? All the confusing questions make
you tired, and you quickly fall asleep.
When you wake up, you...