When you wake up, you hear two voices talking. One you recognize as your Mommy's, while the other, deeper one is new to you. You yawn and stretch your little arms and legs to show that you're awake. Soon, a young, dark-haired man with no beard appears in front of you, talking to you in that deep voice. He picks you up and kisses you on the forehead. This must be your Daddy. He puts you on his shoulder and his body feels as warm and soft as Mommy's, so you decide to like him. He also seems quite nice, but you feel that his chest his flat, he has no milk-filled breasts. This is a bit of a problem, as you're quite hungry, so you need Mommy now. You try to tell Daddy to hand you over to her by making a few babyish sounds and leaning back against his hands, but he doesn't seem to notice. You try pushing against his chest with your arms, but he just laughs and says something you don't understand. It's a shame you can't talk, but you're really hungry and thirsty now, so you don't have a choice -you start to cry. Daddy talks to you soothingly and tries to calm you with slight rocking motions, but you keep crying, feeling really sorry for rejecting him. Finally he hands you over to your Mommy, who has already bared her breasts and offers you a nipple. You immediately latch on and start drinking greedily. Enjoying the delicious milk and Mommy's warmth and coziness, you wonder why anyone would want to grow up past breastfeeding age.
When you're full, Mommy hands you back to Daddy. He puts you on his shoulder again, gently patting your back while walking around. You realize he's trying to make you burp, and you really hope you won't puke on him. Over his shoulder, you have a great view of the room. You see your Mommy, still topless, sitting on a sofa doing something on a tablet. .Your Daddy turns around, and a shelf with three photos on it comes into your view.
The first photo shows Mommy and Daddy. Mommy looks very pregnant. Daddy is hugging her from behind and all four of their hands are resting on her belly. They smile in anticipation of their baby - you, apparently.
In the second photo, Mommy is lying in what seems to be a hospital bed. On her chest, there's a tiny, wrinkly, bald newborn you barely recognize as yourself, protected and warmed by Mommy's hands. This must be the first photo taken after your birth. In Mommy's face, you see exhaustion but also tremendous love, joy and pride. It's like you remember that moment of bonding, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin and smelling her smell for the first time right after you'd been pushed out of the only place you'd ever known, her warm and cozy womb. Even though you know you haven't really been born in this body, it seems like the magic of the mirror that brought you here also gave you new memories.
The third photo is one of your old body - taken just yesterday. How did it get here? It must be a product of the magic. Maybe you can get back into your old body through this photo, though you have no idea why you should want to do that.
Suddenly you burp. Fortunately this time only air comes out of your mouth. Daddy takes you to another room. He turns you around in his arms so that you can see what he sees. You see a bathroom mirror with a man and a baby in it. You raise one of your pudgy hands, and your reflection does too. So this is really a mirror and not some magic device. You smile and your big, toothless grin seems to make your Daddy quite happy. You notice how tiny and vulnerable you are, but you feel protected in Daddy's big hands. You look quite healthy and well-fed, certainly thanks to Mommy's milk. You find your short, black hair and your facial features neither particularly ugly nor beautiful. All babies kind of look the same to you, yourself included. You wonder what you'll look like when you're older. You look for similarities between you and your Daddy. Maybe you have his eyes, but you aren't sure. He ends your consideration by taking you somewhere else.
You're put down on the changing table and Daddy opens your diaper. You don't know if you really need a change, but it can't hurt. Also, he uses the opportunity to tickle your feet and tummy, making you lough out loudly. He puts a new diaper on you and sits down on the sofa next to Mommy, with you lying in his lap. You see him unbuttoning his shirt as he talks to Mommy and you wonder why he does it. He lies you down on his bare chest, your legs folded in front of your belly as he supports your butt with his hand. You turn your head so that you can feel his warm skin on your cheek and listen to his heartbeat. You can totally relax in this position, feeling completely protected, a bit like back in the womb. Daddy puts his shirt on top of you without closing it, slightly dimming the daylight. You put some of your fingers into your mouth to suck on them while you fall asleep, hoping that you'll always stay with these new parents and you won't grow up too fast.