The store clerk carries you to a back room. As she opens the door, you notice a little over a dozen cribs lined with babies. You begin to squirm with refusal but you find your efforts futile. The clerk brings you to a table and takes off your diaper. She lifts up your legs and begins wiping you butt.
'I must be dreaming!' You think in a panic as you reach to pinch yourself. You fail at this because you developed poor hand-eye-coordination in your transformation. She gives you a clean diaper and pulls out a pacifier. 'Oh no!" You think, 'I'm NOT using that!' But as she pops it into you mouth you can't help but suck on it. She lays you in a vacant crib and you soon find yourself dozing off.
You wake up in a different crib with unfamiliar surroundings. You begin to uncontrollably cry in fear a women comes into the pink room and smiles
"Is my baby up?" She grins as she brings you into her arms, "Welcome home, sweetie." 'HOME!? HOME!? What was this! Were people allowed to just kidnap you, transform you into a baby, and give you to some stranger!?' She sat down on the couch and turned on the television. You needed to do something about this. You begin asking her questions but notice your words become useless baby babbling. Just then you feel urine rush through your diaper and a big poop rush in and come between your legs. The lady doesn't seem to notice. You yell at her but it seems to come out a loud gurgles. She laughs. 'Yeah, so hilarious lady. Sometimes I like to laugh at the strangers I turn into children and bring into my homes too' you sarcastically think. You decide you better get used to it and you begin to bawl.
"Oh, did little Sarah make a mess," she coos. She changes your diaper and puts you into your crib. Soon, you doze off.