You look around, and are horrified to discover that you are in your bedroom, refurnished as a nursery! You discover that your bed is now an oversized crib!
"Mom, Nick!" you call out, panicked. Your mom and big brother rush into your room.
"Aww, what's wrong, Kim? You sound scared." Your brother says.
"Why does my room look like a nursery?" you ask.
"Oh, well, this is a punishment for your awful grades. You were getting a 30 in Math, a 34 in Science, and 41s in English and Social Studies. I thought this would be suitable. Also, you will be dressed like a baby as an additional punishment. Nick told me you got drunk at your friend Jessica's party, is that right?" your mom says.
You had drank at Jess' party, but you had no idea your brother would tell your mom.
"Well, Nick, I have to run out. iI should be out for quite a while. You're in charge of the baby, ok?" your mom adds. Nick nods, and gives her a hug.
"Bye bye, Kimmy. Mommy loves you." your mom says, kissing your forehead. Nick picks you up.
"Wave bye-bye to mommy, Kim." Nick says.
You weakly wave at your mom, cheeks pink. Your mom leaves.
Nick carries you into the kitchen, and puts you in a high chair.
"Nick, pleeeasee." you whine.
"Kim, I know it sucks, but this is how mom chose to punish you. I'll try not to treat you like a baby while it's just the two of us here, ok?" Nick says.
"Ok." you say pouting.
Nick takes a couple jars of baby food out.
"Niick." you say, seeing the mush.
"Kim, I'm sorry, but this is what mom says your allowed to eat. But maybe we can just skip this nasty stuff and I'll give you applesauce instead?" Nick replies.
"Ok." you say, surprised your brother gave you the option.
So, Nick spoon feeds you the applesauce, despite your protests. He takes out a baby bottle with milk.
"Nick, no. I'm not gonna drink from a baby bottle." you say sadly.
"Do you want a glass?" he asks.
"Yes." you say.
So, Nick gives you a glass of milk. He takes you out of the high chair after you finish your milk, and you two walk into the living room. You are saddened to see a playpen.
"Mom is serious about this, little sis." Nick tells you.
After a while of hanging out with Nick, he picks you up. You struggle to get out of his grasp, but he's too strong.
"Kim, mom should be home in ten minutes. She said she wanted you napping when she got home, so we gotta get you ready." he says.
You begin to cry. Nick puts you in a pair of footies, and puts a pacifier in your mouth. Tears run down your face. Nick gives you a hug, and puts you in the crib.
"Just try and fall asleep, ok Kim?" he says. He lays you down, and turns on some soft music, and a baby monitor. He turns the light off after shutting the curtains, and leaves the room, door closed. You lay in the crib and cry.
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