You find yourself seated, the crisp city morning passing by you. Are you flying? Are you riding a bicycle? Before you can ponder this anymore, you realize your arms and legs are moving on their own. Awfully odd. Looking yourself over, you see your modest feminine figure is completely gone, as well. You're now plump and rounded, but your breasts and bottom have disappear. Your body has no definition to itself other than how chubby you look. Your arms and legs are chubby and round, too.
"What's going on?" you say aloud to yourself, though out sounds more like "Abaa-goo?"
"Is sweetie enjoying her morning walk?" came a sweet, familiar voice. Turning as best as you can, you only discover you're in a stroller. Everything looks gigantic. This cannot be! Turning back to yourself, you take a closer look at your body and out his you.
"I'm a baby?" you ask, hearing yourself blow a sloppy wet raspberry.
"I'll take that as a yes." the kindly voice says. "Mommy has something special planned for baby's first birthday. Yes I do. Yes I do."
It was quite shocking. You aren't a baby. You're a twenty- seven year old woman. You have a job, an apartment... but then went does this feel so nice? Thinking it over, you come to the conclusion that now you have a chance to start over. Life had been so dull and dreary veggie. Maybe this was what you really wanted. That cookie really did make you feel happy. You like this. Being cared for in your helpless state, your whole life ahead of you again. This was a great gift that had been given to you.
Looking yourself over, strapped safely into your stroller, you see you are dressed in the most ridiculous of outfits, you would look absolutely atrocious out you were still a grown woman.
Your plump fat body wore a loose, ribbon red dress, a rather large and puffy diaper hardly concealed at all looking out from the very short hem line, covered in a bright blue baby romper. Your legs were covered I mismatch-colored tights, one leg striped with many colors, the other leg white and covered in pink polka-dots, your tiny feet bearing big puffy slippers with a giant puff ball at the fronts. As your body began to squirm in its own again, you saw your hands were covered in snug, round soft mittens.
"I look so cute." you say to yourself, hearing babble instead once more.
"I'm glad baby is in a good mood." you hear your mother coo. "Her birthday morning is going to be quite busy."
Coming to a stop, your stroller turned to face a building on the city street.