Your head was spinning. Something wasn't right. Your aunt had just called you her baby niece. Weren't you a teenager, and weren't you a boy? You couldn't grasp what was happening.
Marla picked you up and carried you over to the changing table that had magically appeared. She removed your pajamas and placed them off to the side. Next she removed your soaked diaper. Sure enough, you were a baby girl. After she wiped you down and applied powder, she taped you into a dry, fluffy diaper with princesses. Marla stepped away for a moment to retrieve a green dress that was covered in sequins and shamrocks.
"Happy St. Patrick's Day," Marla laughs as she boops your nose.
You don't know what's going on, but you giggle anyways.
"We need to hurry and head downtown so we can see the parade," Marla adds as she begins to pack a diaper bag.
Then it occurred to you. You were visiting your aunt over spring break. You weren't a girl, and you certainly weren't a baby. You thrash out trying to get your aunt's attention. Your new body was not as strong or as coordinated as your teenage body. Soon, you find yourself crying and throwing a tantrum.
"I'm sorry sweetie, I know you're hungry," Marla answers as she picks you up and carries you out of your room. "We''ll get you a bottle and then we'll be on our way."
Marla feeds you a bottle. You reluctantly suck down the contents of the bottle. Your hungry prevents you from complaining. Then, Marla takes you to her car and straps you into the car seat.
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