You were unusually short for your age due to an illness when you were a toddler; 3 foot even to be exact. It was a challenge for you to open the refrigerator but you managed. The other issue was that you had trouble seeing what was on the higher shelves. Still, with the aid of a footstool, you managed to grab a jar. You pulled out what you thought was a small jar of applesauce only to find it was a jar of apples and pears baby food.
"Oops! Wrong jar." Surprised, you muttered.
You jumped hearing a feminine giggle and turned to find Peggy in her pleated blue skirt and white blouse school uniform looking at you with a bemused look on her face. At five foot four, she easily towered over you. "Hey, there." Smiling, she cooed. "You must be Cire." She let out another giggle. "Mom told me we'd be having a little guest over for the summer but I didn't expect it would be a toddler."
You opened your mouth to protest but Peggy shoved a large pacifier in your mouth, cutting off your words, then took the baby food from you before picking you up. "It's still a little while until dinner but I guess I can feed you a snack."
To your horror, Peggy placed you into a highchair and shoved the table into place, pinning your arms at your side. She then opened the baby food and stirred it with a spoon before pulling out the pacifier. "She thinks I'm a baby!" Panicked, you thought. "I need to correct her before she decides to put me in diapers!"
You began to protest but only a single syllable escaped before a spoon full of baby food was shoved into your mouth! You wanted to spit it out so to protest but Peggy pushed your chin up, forcing you to either swallow or choke. Upon swallowing, you managed to choke out, "Plea-" before another spoonful was shoved in. Peggy smiled, hearing your 'coo'.
"Aw! You are a polite one." Grinning, she said. "Saying please.."
Spoonful after spoonful, Peggy fed you then entire bottle of baby food then shoved a bottle of warm milk into your mouth. You wanted to swat it away but your arms were still pinned so you ended up drinking it all down. Finally, Peggy released you from the chair. At this point, you were too full to speak and she placed you over her shoulder. You felt a light tapping on your back just before a burp escaped your lips. "That should hold you over." Giggling, Peggy said.
She placed the pacifier back into your mouth and tied a string around your neck to keep it in place. "If you are anything like Jessica, you'll try to pull that out; we can't have that." Smiling, she said. "Now, let's check your diaper."
You fell into full panic mode and began to struggle only Peggy was far too strong though you could tell by her changed expression that she could tell you did not want to be carried. "My but you are a wiggle worm!" Lightly scolding, she said. "Calm down a little."
Peggy carried you into Jessica's room where she strapped you down onto the changing table and made short work of removing your clothing. She looked at you underwear surprised then giggled. "Mom did mention your mom was short on cash." Bemused, she said. "No wonder you were struggling; these big boy underwear must be leaving you very uncomfortable."
You began to cry through your pacifier as Peggy then sealed you into diapers and forced a baby doll dress onto you. She gave a short laugh seeing you tearfully pout. "I know the dress is for girls but you just look too cute in it, yes you do."
Just then, deb returned home and saw you strapped down on the changing table in diapers and wearing a baby dress. "I fed and changed Cire's diaper." Calmly, Peggy explained. "Why didn't you tell me we were going to watch over an toddler?"
Deb turned to you, a bemused look on her face as you looked her her, your eyes begging her to help you. Finally, Deb turned to Peggy with an amused smile and replied...
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