The room looked like it suited a little boy. I was in a bed surrounded by three foot walls of wooden bars. This confused me until I remembered Tammy telling me that the spare bedroom was once a nursery. The bed I was in was a convertible crib! The bar walls could be removed with some work to allow the baby to grow into it. Was this a joke at my expense? A prank for something I did weeks or even months ago?
I sat up to get a better look at the room to find that the walls had been painted a light blue with paintings I had seen Tammy working on weeks ago. There was what looked like a tall dresser and a large toy box against one wall. The closet door next to them was open revealing a number of outfits for little boys hanging on the rack. This made me blush as I realized Tammy intended to dress me up as a little kid. Only I was a bit surprised and concerned by the bars that surrounded me. The bed was high as it was, I had to literally jump into it and jump down from it. With the crib walls being three feet high, it was at least a seven foot drop to the floor. If I was not careful climbing out, I could injure myself.
"What is Tammy's game?" Whispering, I wondered. "It seems like an awful lot of preparation for a joke or prank."
I stood up in the crib to another surprise. I heard a crackling sound and looked down to find I was wearing a pair of pull ups with a child's night shirt! This brought on further blushing as I remembered confessing to Tammy that I was a bed wetter when I was around five or six years old. I had told her this when she was in the need for cheering up after spilling cola all over her pants watching a movie. It made her laugh and she teased me about it for a short while but nothing else came of it until then.
"Okay, Tammy!" Calling out, I said. "Very funny! You can let me out now!"
Moments later, the door to the room opened and Tammy walked in with a bemused smile on her face. behind her was her mother and father, both looking rather amused. "I must say that this is an interesting way to get ready for what may come." Bemused, Mrs Sarah Miller said. "You turned out to be a cute little toddler."
Sarah was a near mirror image of Tammy and very young looking for her age of 42. Her husband, Frank Miller was also very young looking for his age of 44 with short brown hair and brown eyes. I looked at the three, blushing and confused. "Would you mind telling me what is going on...?" Wincing, I demanded.
"Oh, I thought she told you." Smiling, Sarah said. "You are going to be her adopted little baby boy for the summer."
"You had already graduated from high school and were just collecting college credit." Smiling as well, Frank added. "This is a perfect way for our daughter, Tammy to learn how to care for a child when the time comes."
"It's also a great way for us to really bond." Blushing, Tammy said. "You won't have to lift a finger as I will be doing everything for you."
I was greatly taken back by this. Tammy and her parents actually wanted to treat me like a new member of their family... literally! I knew I had to say something or do something and fast.
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