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THE RINGS OF FATE "David, I'm going to the mall, keep your eye on Susie?" mother called up the stairs. "O.K. mum," I called back, my heart rate picking up. As soon as she was out the door I searched through her bedroom for the rings that I'd seen her and dad use. Dad was an archaeologist, he had obtained these rings from an Arabian associate, they were very, very special. "Where are they?" I searched frantically until I came across the ornate little wooden box in dad's bedside drawer. I felt elated. Now to experience my fantasy. Ever since I can remember I have fantasised about being her, well not EXACTLY her, as she was severely handicapped, she has been born with a rare disease that had left her with the mind of an 18 month old baby, and a growth disorder, she, like me, was almost sixteen years old, in fact we were twins, although you could never tell. Susie looked much younger, she looked like she was still a baby and she still spoke in baby words that no one could understand. She also had to wear nappies twenty four hours a day. To my immense embarrassment, I had always dreamed about was wearing the frilly dresses and frilly baby knickers that mum always put her in. Strange I know, but the thought of wearing those baby clothes turned me on like nothing else. Now I had my chance. I slipped into Susie's nursery. She was soundly asleep in her cot, I'd made sure she was exhausted by playing with her all morning without a break. I smiled at her babyish innocence as she laid on her side, sucking her dummy in a contented sleep, if she only knew what was going to happen next, I thought. She was wearing a very pretty dress and a very frilly pair of baby panties covered her nappy. I had put them on her myself, it was my favourite outfit of hers. As Susie slept a small thought crept into my head as I wandered what it was like to be trapped in perpetual babyhood, I discounted it immediately but shivered at the thought. It's a good job she HAS got the mind of a baby I thought. Even though we were twins, her mental state had not developed past infancy, in fact Mom and Dad had insisted that we treat her like the baby she looked like, they recognised that an growing mind trapped in a perpetual baby body would be a terrible thing to bear. Susie was as healthy as any other little girl in every way, except of course Susie was 16 years old. Mother we had been told that Susie would not grow any taller than the toddler size she was now, she would never be able to speak and she would never develop breasts or have periods. Mother was relieved, an adult sized baby having monthly periods was a little more than she could handle, she would have preferred a normal daughter of course, but she did breath a sigh of relief at that news. Susie could walk although it was more like the first awkward steps a baby would take, that's why she got exhausted so easily. She laughed and giggled when you played with her, cried when you didn't, and she seemed to love the frilly baby clothes mother kept her in. Mother did not bother to put her in older girls clothes even though she was really sixteen, toddler and baby clothes that were bought off the peg fitted her perfectly well. Susie was known to get into all kinds of trouble. She had the curiosity of an infant, and if left unsupervised she would be in danger of hurting herself, that's why she spent lots of time in her cot and playpen specially built to keep her out of harms way, being a little taller and more heavily built than other baby furniture. When she wasn't in these she was usually securely strapped into her highchair or baby buggy, and if she was allowed to get out and walk which was not very often, she always had baby reins tightly buckled to her. All our family, friends and neighbours knew of Susie's condition, of course, they accepted that she was a perpetual baby and treated her as such, Susie even spent three days a week at the day-care centre with real babies for company. Susie loved going there she would smile and gurgle when mum pinched her cheek and told her she was going to play with all the other babies. I did not envy Susie nursery lifestyle, trapped in permanent baby hood as she was, but I did envy her clothes, and my heart beat rapidly as I removed the gold rings from the box and slipped one on my finger. This ring had a round red crystal set into it, this is the one I had seen dad put on and rub when he and mother transferred minds. It was slightly too big for my boyish hands but by squeezing my fingers together it stayed in place. I reached through Susie's cot bars, I didn't want to risk disturbing her by lowering the side, and any way it would spoil the baby experience if I wasn't completely surrounded by bars. I gently pulled back the thin sheet that mother had covered her with when she put her down for her nap, Susie never moved. Reaching through the bars again I slipped the other ring with the blue stone on her finger, soon I would transfer minds with my babified sister, my heart thumped wildly in my chest, my manhood throbbing in anticipation. The ring was far too big for Susie's little forefinger, but I managed to wedge it in place with her other fingers, carefully curling them around the ring. Next I lay down on the floor making myself comfortable, once we transferred minds, Susie's sleeping mind would be in my body, I didn't want to wake her, so I layed in the same position. As I laid there in a high state of excitement, I rubbed the red crystal set in the ring, the transfer occurred almost instantly, there was a very short interval while the whole room seemed to spin but it only lasted seconds. I could feel Susie's dummy in my mouth, I could feel her thick nappy between my legs, I could feel her long hair on my face. I turned my head to see me sleeping soundly on the floor. I smiled, I was Susie. I sat up, I was wearing her dress. I looked over to the mirrored wardrobe that ran the full length of Susie's nursery and saw me, the sixteen year old boy, laying on the floor, sleeping like a baby while Susie, as I was now, smiled at her reflection as she sat up in her cot. I stood up, I wanted a full view of myself in Susie's pretty dress and frillies, I felt the warm wetness between my legs. YUK Susie had wet her nappy, I shivered at the feel. "Oh well it could have been worse," I laughed to myself, much worse she could have soiled it!!!! I was enraptured by my reflection as I stood there, my little hands clinging to the wooden cot bars. I made faces at myself, Susie's dummy obscuring most of them. I turned so that I could get a better look at my frilly panties sticking out beneath my dress, I wanted to see the rows and rows of lace running across my be-nappied bottom, I reached down to lift my dress to expose them all to the mirror. That is when disaster struck. The ring on my finger began to slip as I reached down for the hem of my dress. I watched in horror as the ring began to fall off. In desperation I tried to catch it, almost succeeding, but instead it rolled along the cot mattress, then through the bars onto the floor. I stared in disbelief for a few seconds, panic began welling up inside me, I had to get that ring back. I tried to climb out of the cot, I couldn't, the rails were too high, I remembered. It had been specially built to keep Susie in. Panic rose higher, I threw myself on to the mattress, I laid on my face, feeling and hearing the protective rubber sheet, and reached through the bars. I was just able to touch the carpet with my finger tips if I really strained, relief washed over me, I felt the ring, but try as I might I just I couldn't pick it up. Panic reared it's head once more, as soon as I retrieved the ring I would rub it and get back inside my own body I decided. I pulled the mattress back to give my small body more room and I reached through the bars again to where I thought I felt the ring, my hand frantically searched the floor. "Come on, come on," I cried to myself, "where are you?" "Is this what you're looking for David?" I heard myself say out loud. I looked up in horror to see my former self standing there on the outside of the cot, towering above me, holding the ring between my fingers. "It feels kinda strange to be a boy," Susie yawned in my body. "Y..y..you c..c..can t..t..talk....." I stuttered. "G..g..ga-ga-ga g..g..goo-goo," actually came out of my mouth. She could talk but I couldn't. "OH NO," I cried. "GA GOO," I actually wailed and burst into tears. My former self picked the dummy up that had fell from my mouth when I saw myself standing in front of the cot, and pushed it in between my lips. "Now where did you get these lovely rings from David?" Susie smiled tossing the two rings in her hand. I held out my small hands through the cot bars, pointing to my finger. "Susie put the rings back on our fingers," I tried to demand, meaningless baby gurglings gushed from my mouth. "SUSIE COME BACK HERE NOW," I screamed as she turned and exited the nursery, the room filling with my meaningless baby screams. This was all going horribly wrong, panic and fear were causing feelings of nausea to curse through my small body as I saw my former self leaving the room with the only means of getting me back to normal. I frantically threw myself at the cot bars, I could not climb over them, I could not slip through them and I could not break them down, I cursed at their ability to keep me effectively caged. Dejectedly I fell onto my frilly bottom, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Why, oh, why had I used the rings," I severely admonished myself, "why didn't I lower the cot side to put the rings on Susie's finger, then I would have been able to get out when I dropped it. YOU FOOL!!! YOU FOOL!!!" I screamed to myself. "You're trapped inside Susie's body, you absolute fool." Susie walked back in the room in the shape of me, minus the rings. I pulled myself up to a standing position. "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SUSIE GO AND GET THOSE RINGS," I cried loudly in my baby talk. She saw the pleading look in my tearful eyes. "David. I'm never going back to being me again." She shrugged her now boys shoulders. "It may be wrong, and I know how awful this must be for you, but you were the one that wanted to swap places with me." I could not believe she was saying this, she had to change us back, she just had to, I didn't want to spend the rest of my life like this. The absolute terror of my situation caused me to be sick, vomit spewed from my mouth, covering the cot bedding, the dress that I was wearing, my legs and my arms. "Oh David!!!" Susie cried as she lowered the cot side. "Don't worry you'll get taken care of," she smiled picking me out of my own mess. She stripped me, put me into a dry nappy and cleaned me up, she put another pair of frilly panties over the top of my nappy, then put me in the playpen. I just had to get out of this situation, if I could just get to those rings, I thought. I cursed the strength and height of the playpen bars as I made a futile attempt to escape. Susie stripped the cot, gathered up the clothes I had just ruined and turned to leave the nursery. "Suck your dummy David," she ordered, "it will make you feel a lot better, it did me anyway." She left. Once again I felt waves of self pity cursing through me as I tried to come to terms with my situation. I was trapped inside Susie's body, sat in a playpen just four foot square, a baby prison made especially to keep me inside, my freedom restricted to four square feet of padded plastic that was the floor of the playpen. "I am a 16 year old boy," I cried. "I can't spend my life in a playpen." I was used to having my freedom, being able to go where I liked, when I liked. At sixteen I was just making the transition to manhood, sixteen years of growing up through all the stages of life. Being rewarded with a little more independence at each stage, to the point where my parents now treated me like a young adult, encouraging me to make my own decisions, to forge my own destiny through life. That was all gone, in one moment of sheer stupidity I had thrown my freedom and independence away, I was right back at the beginning, I was a baby again, but this time there would be no growing up. I put Susie's dummy into my mouth, she was right I did get some solace from sucking it. "Calm down, calm down," I kept telling myself. "Susie will see sense she will change us back," I told myself unconvincingly. I heard a car pull up outside and the front door opening . "I'm home," mother's voice called out. Hope surged through me; I crawled quickly to the playpen side and stood up. "MOTHER," I shouted, unable to interpret the gurgles that came from my mouth. "Hi mom," I heard Susie say in my voice. "What's wrong with Susie?" mother asked. "She's been sick. She woke up crying, she was real cranky, I tried to comfort her, then she was sick," my old voice said. "I've stripped her cot, changed her nappy and put her in clean baby knickers," it added. "Thanks David you're a good boy for that, but I did tell you not to get Susie as wound up as you did this morning, I knew something like this would happen," mother sighed. "Sorry mom," Susie apologised. Mother strode into the nursery. "MOTHER MOTHER I AM DAVID HE IS SUSIE," I cried excitedly. "Calm down baby." Mother smiled at my loud baby gabbling, picking me out of the playpen and carrying me downstairs. "NO.....NO.....NO.....MOTHER PLEASE YOU MUST LISTEN," I screamed. "You ARE in a state with yourself young lady," mother smiled in the comforting way she always used when Susie had been fractious in the past. She placed me in Susie's playpen in the lounge. "Here's Jemima," she sang handing me Susie's favourite dolly. I threw it clear across the playpen with all my baby might, frustration at not being able to communicate caused tears of anger to pour down my cheeks. Susie walked into the room I pointed at her in my body and gurgled my explanation for my frantic state. "Yes honey, that's David your big brother, no he won't play with you while you're like this, babies play with baby toys, you play with your dolly," mother continued to smile, turning to face my former body. "Aren't you getting ready to going out?" Mother asked Susie. Susie did not know about my date with Jennifer, my girlfriend. "You're seeing Jenny this afternoon aren't you?" she asked. "Am I?" Susie creased her brow. "Well that's what you told me, you said you were meeting at the cafe and probably going to the cinema," mother informed her. "But remember to be back by 7 pm, you know your father and I like to go out the night before he goes back abroad." "O.K. mum," Susie smiled. "I remember now, thanks." "David doesn't seem to be himself today," Mother mused audibly as Susie left the room. I gave my mother an imploring look, my eyes were all I had to communicate with. "What's the matter baby, do you want to go out too?" she smiled. "I know, let's get some fresh air shall we?" She pulled me from the playpen. "Mummy is going to buy her little girl a lovely ice-cream to cheer her up," she informed me carrying me back to the nursery. She felt inside my nappy, it was still dry, she congratulated me and dumped me in the playpen. She took out a dress and bonnet from Susie's wardrobe, a pair of frilly ankle socks from the set of drawers and picked up Susie's black Mary Janes. Just a short while ago I dreamed about wearing all the clothes she carried over to the playpen. My dream was now a nightmare, if I didn't get those rings and put one on both mine and Susie's fingers then I would be wearing baby dresses for the rest of my life. Mother sat me on her knee as she dressed me talking to me all the time, as she used to with Susie, as if I were a baby. Tears flowed from my eyes as my baby gurgling failed to make her understand that I was actually David her 16 year old son. "You certainly are out of sorts today Susie, you don't seem your normal happy baby self," she cooeeded feeling my forehead to test my temperature prior to tying the frilly bonnet over my now long hair. "There you are as pretty as a picture, is that what you wanted?" She gushed picking me up and showing me off to the mirror. "You love wearing your pretty outfits don't you?" The feelings of excitement I felt when I first saw myself in the mirror in Susie's body had long gone, I shivered with fear as I watched mother bounce Susie up and down in her arms trying to amuse her, I saw that fear in Susie's little tear stained eyes, my tear stained eyes. Susie breezed into the room. "You look smart, doesn't your big brother look smart Susie?" mother asked. Susie had put my light grey slacks on with my light blue polo shirt. "Susie looks sweet," she remarked taking me from mother. "I just love her cute little bonnet." "I'll just get my purse, can you put her reins on for me." "How are you coping in there David?" she whispered buckling the pink leather baby reins around my chest as I sat on her grey trousered leg. "You must be getting to realise how awful it was for me in that pathetic little body." The leather straps were over my shoulders now. "At last I'm free and there is no way I'm ever going back." "Please, Susie," I gurgled giving her my most imploring look. She just looked very guilty and shook her head. "David have you been our bedroom?" mother brusquely entered the nursery an accusing look on her face. "Err...err...Yes," Susie admitted. Then I noticed what mother had in her hand, it was the wooden box, she had the rings in her hands. Waves of elation swept through me, she must have realised that we had changed minds. "Did you take this out of your fathers drawers?" she asked sternly. I saw my former face blush red and recognised signs of panic in my old eyes. Susie's game was up I thought confidently her masquerade as me short lived, she would soon be back where she belonged in the body I now occupied. "Errr....yes.....I.....errr...was....errr......looking for a.....a....a pair of Dad's socks to go with these slacks," Susie lied. "Do you know what is inside this box?" she asked. "Errr.....No mum," Susie lied again, "I didn't open it, I just moved it." Mother flipped the lid, the two gold rings shone in the afternoon light, the red and blue crystals seemed to glow. "MOTHER TAKE THE RINGS OUT, MAKE HER WEAR ONE," I gurgled loudly in baby talk reaching out for the rings that would rectify this terrible situation. I felt Susie grip my reins tightly as I reached forward. "No baby they're not toys to be played with," mother admonished me. "WOW!!! Mum they look valuable," Susie said, her face flushed with guilt. "They are very valuable David, they were loaned to your father by Professor Achmed. Your father brought them home to show them at his convention, they're from Ancient Egypt Mother," explained. Now she will do it, now she will force Susie to return to her body and allow me to get on with my life. "Take a good look at them David, your father will be taking them back with him to Egypt tomorrow," mother smiled letting David study them for a while before closing the box lid. I saw the look of utter relief on my former face as the feeling of nausea surged through me again at mothers revelation that the rings were leaving with Dad. "NO NO NO MOTHER DON'T LET HER GET AWAY WITH THIS," I gurgled reaching for the box tears streaming down my face. "I said NO Susie, they are only to be handled by adults," mother snapped. "She just likes the way they shine, she loves anything bright," Susie smiled. I could see she had recovered her composure. "Don't you think those rings should be in the safe if they're so valuable, mum?" Susie suggested whilst she tried to get me to take my dummy. "What if we were burgled or something? I'm surprised dad left them in his bed side drawer." Mother flushed this time. "Yes you're right David, I'll put them away before we go out," she said. "OH NO!!!" I sobbed if mother puts them in the safe I will never get to them, Dad was leaving for Egypt tomorrow, I would never see them again, I would be trapped like this forever, no one will know that I'm not Susie the babified 16 year old girl, no one but the real Susie, who was looking at me with a guilty smile, I cursed her. Mother led the way out of the nursery, Susie followed behind carrying me, one hand behind my back the other under my nappied bottom, I could feel her hand patting my frilly rear, as I used to do to her when I carried her around. "Well off you go then David, have a nice time," mother smiled holding her arms out for me. "It's all right mum, I'll strap her in her buggy, you put those rings in the safe." Susie grinned carrying me over to her buggy. "NO....NO......NO," I cried ejecting my dummy. "She is really taken by the colour of those rings mum," Susie said as she dropped me in her old baby buggy. I watched in horror, mother swung back the large portrait of the family, Dad and me, as I was, standing, smiling, Mum sat, Susie, as I am now, on her knee. She exposed the safe door. "CLICK" I looked down to see Susie attach the first of my leather rein straps. "This will ensure these rings don't fall into the wrong hands," Mother said as she pushed the buttons on the combination pad. "Not only are they valuable, they have special qualities too." The safe door swung open. "Used by the wrong people and they could ruin lives." She placed the box into the safe. "And we wouldn't want that to happen." "CLICK" Susie attached my other rein strap at exactly the same time as mother closed the safe door. Both made the same noise, one securing me in a baby pushchair, the other in a babies body. I wailed in horror. "Why don't you put her in the nursery, you know how she loves playing with the real babies, that always cheers her up," Susan suggested her grin growing wider. "That's not a bad idea, she should be with the other babies, as you should be with your friends too," mother said closing the portrait to hide the safe. I was doomed. Even if I could escape from the playpen or cot or highchair or pushchair or whatever else I was imprisoned in, even if I could manoeuvre a set of steps or something similar to allow my short frame to reach up to the safe, there was no way I could open it, only mum and dad knew the combination. I was staring perpetual babyhood in the face, I knew it, Susie knew it too, her confident smile told its own picture. "Is dad really taking those rings back to Egypt?" Susie asked as she took off the buggy brake. "Sure is honey," mother smiled taking the pushchair from him, "he was very lucky to get the chance to show them at all." "Why?" Susan asked inquisitively. "Well, they are from a very special collection, and as I just said they have special qualities that make them a little dangerous so the Egyptian government has decided that they should be kept in the government vaults." I felt the buggy lurch forward. "Once those rings are back in Egypt they will be locked away, never to see the light of day again." I saw my former face positively beam at this revelation. "Pity really," mother added wistfully. I wailed in anguish. I felt the warm summer breeze pick up my dress as mother pushed me along, Susie had gone off in the other direction to meet my girlfriend, I hammered my Mary Jane shoes on the buggy foot rest in a fit of utter temper. Mother was used to the real Susie having these sort of fits, it was fairly normal for children with the doctors had said, so she just ignored my pleas to save me from my fate. "Susie has no right to do this to me," I sobbed to myself in self pity, "I should be meeting Jennifer not her, I shouldn't be strapped in a baby buggy wearing a dress, frilly knickers and a nappy, I am a boy, a 16 year old boy, I don't deserve this." "It's your own fault," another voice sneered sarcastically, "if only you hadn't used those rings, if only you had not let the ring slip off your finger, if only you had lowered the cot side, if only Susie hadn't have woke up inside your body." IF ONLY....IF ONLY.....IF ONLY. The facts were I did use the rings, I did let it slip off my finger, I didn't lower the cot side and Susie did wake up. "You are trapped, you are going to be treated like a baby for the rest of your life, there is no escape. The rings are safely locked away out of your reach, tomorrow your father will take them with him to Egypt where they will be locked away for ever," the voice got louder and louder as it nagged away inside my brain. It was right, I knew that I was condemned to life as Susie, a baby, there was only one person in the whole world that could save me, and she was the one with most to lose. She would never admit to us swapping minds, she would never allow herself to be put back into her own body. It was Susie that had convinced mother to lock the rings away, ensuring what little chance I had of retrieving my situation was taken from me. Father was leaving for Egypt tomorrow afternoon, in less than 24 hours the rings would be gone, condemning me to a lifetime of restricted babyhood. "IT ISN'T FAIR.......IT ISN'T FAIR!!!" I sobbed. As waves of self pity washed over me I got an awful stomach cramp. "NO.......NOT THAT," I wailed, trying to control my new body, to my utter degradation I soiled and wet myself. Soft excretia oozed from my bowels, squeezing between my legs, followed by warm urine. It felt absolutely disgusting, my own mess trapped inside my nappy. Now I would have to sit in it until mother decided to take my dirty nappy off, only for her to put another one straight on me. The only time Susie was not in nappies was when she was in the bath, I would be treated exactly the same. I was Susie. Each time I moved, the mess in my nappy squished further between my legs and around my front. I looked down expecting to see it covering my clothes, but my nappy and frilly baby pants did their job, they kept all my mess in next to my skin. We finally reached the ice-cream store where mother bought me an ice- cream cone. She produced a bib from her purse and tied it around my neck before handing me the cornet. Ordinarily I would have welcomed the confection, but in a fit of frustrated petulance I threw it on the floor. "That's it young lady, I've had it with you," she said exasperated turning the pushchair around and heading back home. "I just don't know what's got into you today," she sighed. "It's a pity you cannot talk and tell me exactly what's wrong." "I wish I could talk too, I only needed to say a few words, it wasn't much to ask for, just a few words like SUSIE STOLE MY LIFE," I cried, my words meaningless baby gurgles. Being unable to talk was the most frustrating thing I had ever known, no matter how much I tried I couldn't say one single understandable word. I looked up at mother as she walked me along. "Please look at me mum, please tell me you recognise me as your son, please tell me you will change me back when you get me home," I sobbed. She noticed me looking at her. "Are you trying to tell me something Susie?" she asked. "AT LAST!!!" I thought joy creeping into my heart. "What is it baby?" she queried stopping the buggy, looking intently into my tear stained eyes. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm......well don't worry Susie I'm going to change you just as soon as we get home," she smiled. "SHE KNEW!!!" Elation leapt through my heart. "SHE KNEW!!! I was saved, oh, thank goodness." "I knew there was something wrong with you, don't worry I'll soon have you changed," mother smiled pushing the buggy on once more "and into a clean nappy." "NO...NO...NO..NOT THAT KIND OF CHANGE," I screamed. Mother gave a great sigh as my screams rented the air, to quieten me she pushed a pacifier into my mouth, she held it there for a while, I felt the teat swelling. This was a pacifier developed for very fractious babies, it could not be ejected. Now I couldn't even gurgle baby talk with this baby comforter stuck between my lips. Mother said very little as she pushed me home, I settled down a little as I tried to form plans to get myself out of the predicament I had put myself in. Each time I came up with an idea to get my mind back into my real body, a voice in my head quickly shot it down and a wave of self pity would wash over me. "If I could just get hold of those rings," I thought, "just for a few seconds then I could change back." "The rings are in the safe, you are not allowed out of your playpen, you cannot get to them," the voice stated the facts. "But if mother did leave me alone in the lounge out of my playpen, just for a few minutes," I argued. "You are never going to be left out of your playpen, but even if you were you cannot reach the safe," the voice of reason countered. "I could climb up the furniture," I replied. "The nearest piece of furniture is the sofa, you are too weak to move it, look at yourself you are a baby, you are never going to move any furniture," the voice scoffed. "Mother may do it for me, she often moves the sofa around when she is vacuuming the carpet," I suggested. "Mother only vacuums once a week, that is on Mondays, today is Wednesday, the furniture will not be moved for another five days, father goes to Egypt tomorrow, the rings are going with him," the voice stated clearly. I whimpered as I thought of father flying off with the rings leaving me stuck in Susie's body forever. I HAVE TO THINK OF A WAY OUT OF THIS I JUST HAVE TOO. "Perhaps I could spill something on the carpet, forcing mother to re- arrange the furniture, that's what I'd do." "Spill what?" the voice scoffed. "All Susie's drinks are either in a babies bottle or a toddlers beaker, they are designed so that Susie can't spill her drinks down herself or on the carpet." "But it might happen," I cried, but knew in reality I was grabbing at straws. "All right then, it might happen, mother moves the furniture because for some miraculous reason you have managed to spill the unspillable," the voice humoured me. "And for the first time ever mother leaves the room without putting you into your playpen, what then?" "Then I climb the sofa and.....and....and......." "And open the safe," the voice finished the sentence for me. "Face up to the facts David, you will never be allowed to get to that safe, but even if you were allowed, you couldn't open it, you do not know the combination." "YOU ARE TRAPPED!!! There is absolutely nothing you can do, you're as helpless as a baby, and you are going to be a helpless baby for the rest of your life," the voice sneered. "IF ONLY SUSIE HADN'T GOT MOTHER TO LOCK THOSE RINGS AWAY," I sobbed loudly. The voice returned, "Susie is the only one that knows about you being trapped in her body. Susie is the only one that can reverse this situation, Susie is the only one that can save you from permanent babyhood, Susie is the one that persuaded mother to put the rings in the safe. Susie will NEVER let you get your hands on them ever again," the voice echoed the facts. The stark facts were put before me, I needed two things to happen if I was to get my life back, the first one was I needed the box containing the rings, the second one was I needed Susie's co-operation in putting them on hers and my fingers. Both these things were either out of my capability or out of my influence. I couldn't reach the safe, even if I could I didn't have the combination to open it so getting the rings was totally out of the question, Susie had no intention of taking her rightful place in her body, she was determined to enjoy her new found status and freedom at my expense. I had absolutely no hope of getting her to put the rings on our fingers to transfer us back to our original states. "THERE IS NO HOPE, I AM TRAPPED," I sobbed. I looked up at mother as she pushed me along. If only I could talk. "MOTHER, MOTHER PLEASE SAVE ME," I mumbled from behind the pacifier. "Oh what's the matter Susie?" a little girls voice broke my reverie. Caroline and Samantha came running up to me, their mother Mrs. West strode up behind them. They were our neighbours, Caroline and Samantha were twins, they were six years old. "Susie seems upset Sharon," Mrs. West said looking down at my red eyes and tear stained cheeks. "Yes I don't know what's wrong with her today. She was fine when I popped to the mall, when I got back she had been sick all over her clothes and cot, she was not the happy little baby I left David in charge of," Mother informed her. "Poor little thing," Mrs. West said sympathetically. "Do you know David cleaned her up, he even put all the dirty clothes in the washer for me," Mother carried on, glad of someone to talk to. "I know it's hard to believe, usually David will not pick up his own clothes, never mind Susie's." "He's growing up that boy of your's, I hear he did particularly well at school," Mrs. West commented. "Yes we're very proud of him, he passed the entrance exam for the University too, he's going to study Archaeology," mother told her proudly. "Like father like son," Mrs. West nodded. "Frank say's he's going to take him to Egypt during the summer holidays, get him into an archaeology dig," mother announced something that was even news to me. Ever since I can remember I have wanted to follow in Dad's footsteps, my bedroom is full of artefacts that he has brought back, for years he has been promising to take me to Egypt with him, When your old enough son he would say. Now I was old enough, only it wouldn't be me flying to foreign lands with him, it would be Susie. "IT'S NOT FAIR, IT'S NOT FAIR I WANT TO GO TO EGYPT I WANT TO GO TO EGYPT," I screamed erupting into another fit of self pity my shoes hammering on my buggy in utter frustration at being totally helpless to prevent this course of events that I myself had started. "Awwww. Don't cry Susie," Caroline cooeed. "Do you want to come and play house with us Susie?" Samantha asked brightly. "You can be our baby, you'd like that wouldn't you?" The last thing in the world I would like is to be the real life baby doll of two six year old little girls, but I knew if I wasn't turned back into my real body by tomorrow that's one of the fates that awaited me. I felt like a condemned prisoner whose execution was tomorrow afternoon, with no chance of clemency. Tomorrow I would be executed, cut off from my real life for ever, with no chance of reversing the life sentence I had condemned myself too. "I'm afraid Susie is far too cranky to play today girls, perhaps later in the week when she's calmed down, besides she has a dirty nappy and needs changing," mother informed them. A paroxysm of shame ran through me as the girls looked at me and grimaced. "YUK!!!" Samantha grimaced. "I'm glad I don't have to wear nappies like Susie." "Susie is just a baby," their mother smiled, "she can't help herself. Come on girls, let Susie go and get her nappy changed." "Byeeee Susie," they called as mother set off again. Later, Mother picked me off the changing table and lowered me into the cot. "Let's see if a good sleep can straighten you out young lady," she smiled pushing my dummy into my quivering lips. She raised the cot side surrounding me with bars, she picked one of Susie's dolls from the playpen and pushed her into my arms and without another word left the room and closed the door after her. So here I was back in the cot where my nightmare started just a few short hours ago. Looking through the bars that I knew to my cost were strong enough and high enough to keep me safely within their confines, my mind started to drift back to when I first saw the rings that father had brought home with him. I recalled the excitement I felt when I spied on my unsuspecting parents as they slipped the rings on their fingers and transferred minds. I heard my father telling my mother in her voice the origins of the rings and how only a handful of people knew the real power that they possessed. I slipped away as they held each other and began to make love in each others body, and as they continued their lovemaking, I lay in my bed formulating the plans that were going to condemn me to a lifetime of babyhood, although I didn't know that at the time. The feeling I got as I realised I now had the means to try Susie's clothes to see how I looked in them and how it felt to wear them was a distant memory, as was the orgasm I had when I thought of myself in Susie's body. I remembered clearly the plans I set for my experience of a lifetime, which has now turned out to be an experience for a lifetime, I picked the clothes Susie would wear today, I even dressed her in them, tingling in nervous anticipation at the thought of actually wearing them myself, my manhood stirring in my jeans. It was that rise in sexual feeling that quelled the little voice in the back of my head that warned against this adventure. "What if something goes wrong, what if Susie wakes up while she is in your body, what will happen?" "Nothing will happen," my sexual libido voice laughed as it grew stronger pushing caution further back into the recess of my mind. "Susie will be so tired she will be out for hours, you are only going to change places with her for a few minutes, what can happen?" "You could end up as Susie for the rest of your life," caution warned, "that's what could happen." "Impossible," Libido laughed. "Susie will be asleep, nothing can happen, oh just think how you will look in that pretty dress. Go on David go and get the rings," Libido urged. "Nothing will happen go on hurry, your mother will be back and you'll never get the chance again." "Go on David take the risk you know you really want to," Libido urged as I set off on course to my own destruction. I could see myself now, searching desperately for those rings, as if I was in a hurry to ruin my life, I could see myself sneaking into the nursery, looking down into this very cot, slipping the rings on my own and little Susie's fingers. The change from boy to baby girl was fresh in my mind, as was the horror of feeling the ring slip from my finger. I could clearly see the ring slipping down in slow motion, the instinctive reaction to try to catch it, the flash of gold as the ring spun in the air as it flipped off my tiny hand, through the bars and onto the floor. The fear of losing that precious ring still laid heavily on me, the panic I felt as I realised the implications of not getting that ring back on my finger welled up inside me again as I laid there. The look on my former face as I stood before the cot will be with me for the rest of my life. My former eyes lit up as Susie realised she was no longer surrounded by bars, she was no longer wearing a dress or nappy, she was now a boy, me, and the only thing that could make her go back to her former life was in her possession. It was the look of someone who had been given a life sentence in severely restricted babyhood then being released 70 years early. I knew then that my fate was sealed, I knew then that Susie would ever swap our minds back, the unthinkable had happened I was a baby for the rest of my life. "I DON'T WANT TO BE A BABY," I sobbed loudly in my baby talk. "NOTHING CAN SAVE YOU NOW, IT'S YOUR OWN FAULT YOU SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO ME!!!" Caution was back his voice loud and clear. "THERE IS NO WAY OUT, YOU ARE TRAPPED AS A BABY GIRL FOREVER," it scoffed. "I WARNED YOU, NOW LOOK AT YOURSELF," it sneered. "I HOPE THAT WEARING THESE DRESSES IS WORTH GIVING YOUR LIFE UP FOR," it sniggered. I shut my eyes tightly forcing the tears to run onto my pillow. Sleep was the only escape from these mocking voices. The sedative that mother had put in my bottle was working, I felt myself drifting off to sleep. Sometime later mother entered the room, she was all ready for her night out with father, she looked curiously at me. "David?" she said. As I began to wake up I realised she called me by my real name. "David, why are you in Susie's cot? Why are you wearing Susie's clothes?" she asked with a concerned look on her face. I looked down at myself, my body was back to normal, I was the same tall youth as I was before I had changed minds with Susie, but she was right I was wearing Susie's dress, frilly knickers and even a nappy. Mother was lowering the cot side. "Get out of there young man, that is a babies cot, 16 year old boys do not sleep in cots," she said angrily. "Now tell me why are you wearing Susie's clothes?" "Please mum, I can explain," I said in surprise at hearing my own voice. I could talk again, the elation at being able to communicate again was indescribable. "Please do young man," she spoke sternly. "Well I just wanted to see how Susie's clothes looked on me and how it felt to be surrounded by bars in her cot," I told her, my face blushing with embarrassment at my confession. "Is that so David, well come over here," mother ordered. She produced a set of Susie's baby reins and fitted them to me, but instead of buckling them on she fixed them in place with locks. "There, now you won't be able to get your reins off, or your pretty clothes David," she laughed. "If you want to wear Susie's clothes that's fine by me. Now let's go downstairs, Jennifer is waiting." "NO....MUM," I shouted. "DON'T LET JENNIFER SEE ME LIKE THIS." She took no notice, she just laughed and dragged me downstairs, I obviously hadn't regained my strength from being Susie as she easily pulled me into the lounge. "Look who I found sleeping in Susie's cot," mother laughed holding tightly to my reins. My father stood in front of me dressed in his suit ready to go out for the evening, Susie was in her playpen and Jennifer was sat on the sofa. "Why are you wearing baby girls clothes David?" father asked. I was too ashamed to tell him, I just hung my head in shame. "He said he wanted to know what it felt like to wear Susie's clothes," sneered mother. "He said he wanted to sleep in her cot. So I've put him in reins and locked them on him, here are the keys Frank, put them in the safe will you." "OH NO!!!!" I cried now something else that was trapping me in baby clothes was being locked away. "Oh yes David," mother laughed. "If you want to be a baby then a baby you will be." "I thought you were growing into a man," father sneered. "Look at yourself in a baby dress and wearing nappies, you don't deserve to come to Cairo with me, in fact you won't be coming now, you can spend the summer holidays in baby clothes instead," he laughed. "NO DAD PLEASE DON'T SAY THAT, PLEASE TAKE ME TO EGYPT WITH YOU, I DON'T WANT TO WEAR BABY CLOTHES ALL SUMMER," I screamed. "Too late David, my mind is made up," he laughed. "It seems you have two babies to mind Jennifer," mother said picking her coat up. "Yes it does, doesn't it," Jennifer giggled. "Do you think you could lock him into Susie's buggy?" she asked father. "I think I'll take him to the cafe to show him off in his pretty clothes." "NO...NO...NO PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO ME," I wailed as father forced me into Susie's buggy and locked me in with two large padlocks. "There, now baby is all safe and sound in his buggy," Jennifer laughed. "PLEASE DON'T TAKE ME OUTSIDE LIKE THIS JENNIFER," I begged as she pushed me towards the door, Susie walking beside us giggling at me in her clothes and in her buggy. The first people we met were Mrs. West and the twins. How they howled at me as I sat there looking up at them, strapped in like a baby. "Can we play house with him?" giggled Samantha. "He can be the baby," Caroline joined in. "Yes girls you can, I'll bring him round tomorrow, don't forget to tell all your friends to come and play too," Jennifer howled. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS JENNIFER?" I whined loudly as we approached the caf?. I could see it was full of all my friends from school. "Why?" she sneered. "Do you think I want to date a boy that wants to dress up as a baby girl?" she spat the words in my face. "Any 16 year old boy that dresses in baby clothes deserves to be shown off to all his friends in them. And remember David it was you that wanted to wear them." "BUT NOT ALL THE TIME!!!" I shouted pathetically. "You should have thought about that before you dressed up in Susie's clothes. You knew the risks, you knew if you were caught you would be humiliated for the rest of your life. You knew all of that yet you still did it, just so you could play with yourself while wearing one of Susie's nappies," she scoffed. "So don't blame me David, you wanted to play at being Susie, I'm just making your dream come true," she howled as she opened the cafe door. Ignoring my protests she pushed me inside. I cursed the strength of these baby reins as I struggled in vain to get out of Susie's pushchair. I could not believe what was happening to me, Mother must have used the rings while I slept, but she could have taken Susie's clothes off me, instead she left me in her cot, now everyone I knew was going to see me in a baby dress, I would never be able to hold my head up in public again. I might have been better off staying in Susie's body, I had never known such humiliating shame. Everyone I knew seemed to be in the cafe, they all crowded around me laughing and pointing at me calling me a baby. "LEAVE ME ALONE I'M NOT A BABY," I screamed bursting into tears which only served to increase their amusement. "He's a cry baby, take him home and put him back in his cot," someone suggested. Jennifer agreed that that was a good idea and with great delight she wheeled me home. "I'm going to suggest that you are kept in baby clothes for the rest of your life David," Jennifer announced as she led me into the nursery. "I'm sure your mother and father will agree." "NO PLEASE JENNIFER DON'T PUT ME BACK IN THE COT I DON'T WANT TO BE A BABY," I screamed. She just laughed at me. "I think it would serve you right if you could only talk like a baby," she grinned, "then you would sound like Susie and we wouldn't have to put up with your pathetic voice." "NO.......NO......I DO....GOO-GOO GA-GA GOO-GOO-GOO," I wailed as my words turned to baby gurgle. "That is much better SUSIE she mocked now here's your dummy," she laughed pushing against my lips. "GOO-GOO GA-GA," I gurgled loudly in protest, shaking my head refusing to take my dummy. "Come on Susie take your dummy.......Come on Susie take your dummy......" Jennifer's voice was insistent and the latex teat pressed against my lips. "Come on Susie......" I opened my eyes to see Jennifer standing over me trying to give me my dummy, she was huge. "I AM BACK AS SUSIE," I screamed in terror, waking fully, the nightmare I just had was just a bad dream, this was reality, mother hadn't changed me back into my real body, I had dreamt the whole thing. Jennifer lifted me up to comfort me. "There there baby, Jennifer is here," she cooeed. "Please Jennifer, you must realise it's me David," I sobbed in unintelligible baby talk, my head on her shoulders. Here I was in my girlfriends arms, but not as her boyfriend as I should have been, but as my little sister Susie. Jennifer continued to pat my frilly bottom and coo her soothing words. She walked around the nursery for a while and I hugged her tightly my head swimming with the smell of her sweet perfume. "There, there, baby," she repeated over and over again, patting my frilly padded bottom as she moved around the nursery. She laid me on the changing table and proceeded to undress me. I felt a paroxysm of shame as she removed my dress, I had had erotic dreams at the thought of Jennifer seeing me in baby clothes, but this was anything but erotic, this was humiliation in the extreme as my girlfriend removed every stitch of my clothing. "You don't know how lucky you are Susie," she smiled as she slipped a fresh soft nappy under my bottom. "LUCKY!!!" I sobbed "HOW IS BEING TURNED INTO A BABY LUCKY?" She unwittingly answered my baby gurgled question. "You get to wear these lovely frilly baby dresses, you get looked after and loved by your family, you don't have to worry about anything. Growing up, having periods, getting a job, getting pregnant, getting married you are soooo lucky." She smiled pinning my nappy together. "Sometimes I wish we could swap places." "If she only knew," I thought, "she would never put herself in this position." She pulled a pair of plain pink plastic baby pants over my nappy, then began threading my feet into one of Susie's all-in-one bed time suits. These were specially made for Susie and I had often wondered what it would be like to wear one, now I was going to find out. The sleep suit was made from soft fluffy pink cotton, the feet had little pads underneath so the material wouldn't be damaged when Susie walked about in it, it completely covered my legs in soft warm cotton. She pulled it over my be-nappied bottom and threaded my hands into sleeves. At the end of the sleeves were shapeless mittens that were elasticated at the wrist. When Jennifer pushed my hand into them the elastic gripped my wrists tightly, they had been made that way so Susie did not scratch her self while she slept. Jennifer turned me on my stomach and proceeded to fasten the row of poppers running from my bottom to my neck. I was swaddled in thick fluffy pink cotton, looking every inch an 18 month old baby. Jennifer picked me up and carried me over to the mirror and I saw myself blush at my reflection. I WAS A BABY. She took my arm and forced me to wave at myself. "Hewo baby-waby," she cooeed. I burst into tears. "Oh dear," she said in sympathy, carried me over to my cot, picked up my dummy and pushed it in my mouth. "There, there, baby," she comforted me. I heaved great sobs as she took me out of the nursery and into my old room trying to find Susie who was now her boyfriend. "Where's that big brother of yours?" she asked. "He was in here a minute ago, look he's left his computer on." COMPUTER!!!!...COMPUTER!!!!! That was it, my computer, that was how I could tell Jennifer who I really was. I looked around to see the computer, Susie had left it on a word processing programme. My luck was turning, all I had to do was get to that key board. I reached out for it and gurgled excitedly. "Oh! Does baby want to play on the computer," she giggled taking me over to it. This was so easy, my nightmare would soon be over, just let me get to those keys I gurgled reaching out for the keyboard as she sat at the computer desk. She leant forward to allow me to reach, I smiled for the first time since I had used the rings, I was saved. "Go on Susie," she encouraged me by getting me as close to the keyboard as she could. I studied the keys as I wrote, I had developed quite a fast typing speed over the years, but only if I concentrated on the keys and not the screen. Without looking up I began to type, I was going to put who I really was, how I'd used the rings, how Susie was really ME and finish with the sentence "YOU MUST HELP ME." Once she saw the words on the screen she would know that the toddler on her knee had her boyfriends mind. But to my absolute frustration and horror I found that as my be-mittened hand tried to press the selected key, several others went down with it, the mittens were so thick I could not press one key down at a time no matter how slow I typed. I looked at the screen to see lines of gobbledy- gook. "OH NO PLEASE DON'T LET THIS HAPPEN" I wailed hammering the keys in utter frustration, once again a means of communication was denied me, this time due to these thick baby mittens. Instead of showing Jennifer that I was a grown boy trapped in a little girls body, all I managed to do was give a show of childish petulance as Jennifer took my frustrated actions as just another one of Susie's tantrums. "Don't cry Susie, here let me help," Jennifer smiled. Jenniffer took each of my little mittened hands in hers. "Now what shall we write?" she mused. "M..Y..N..A..M..E.." she read each letter out aloud as she pushed her fingers down on the keys, my hands forced to follow. "I..S..S..U..S..I...E. My name is Susie," she read the sentence out. "Who's a clever girl then." Try as I might I could not release my hands, I had to try to write her a rescue note somehow. "PLEASE JENNIFER LET ME GO, TAKE THESE MITTENS OFF, I HAVE TO TELL YOU WHO I REALLY AM," I gurgled loudly. "What's going on," I heard my former voice say. I turned sharply to see Susie stood at the door, what used to be my face pale as Susie looked at us as using my computer. She knew that I could use it given the chance, and if I did her new found freedom would be over. "Look what Susie has written David," Jennifer called Susie over. He was visibly shaking as he approached, expecting the worst. "Isn't she a clever baby," Jennifer gushed showing him what she had helped me to write. "D....d....did she actually write that?" Susie stammered nervously. "No stupid, how could she have written it, she's a baby, I wrote it. But clever little Susie helped me didn't she?" Jennifer cooeed standing up, to allow Susan to take our place, Jennifer taking me further from my source of salvation. "NO NO LET ME GO!!!" I screamed, writhing in her arms to try to break free. "Shush, shush, baby," Jennifer bounced me up and down, holding me tightly. "What's wrong David, you look rather pale?" Jennifer as he sat down. "I thought you had deleted some of my files," Susie replied with a sickly smile. "We wouldn't do that would we Susie?" she cooeed. "We only wanted to write your name didn't we baby? Are you sure that's all that's wrong David? You still look very pale. I hope you're going to be all right for later," she giggled. "I'll be fine don't you worry." Susie recovered her composure and I watched the computer screen went black as she pulled the plug and put it out of my reach. Once again my hopes were dashed. I buried my face into Jennifer's bosom and broke my heart. "She is out of sorts isn't she?" Jennifer addressed David. "Yes she's been acting up all day, we just don't know what's wrong with her," Susie lied, she knew exactly what was wrong with me. "I AM A BOY TRAPPED IN HER BABY BODY," I wailed. "Mum thinks it's a virus or something, she's taking her to the doctor tomorrow," Susie continued. "A DOCTOR CAN'T HELP ME," I sobbed. "Once we have seen Dad off at the airport," Susie finished. Another wave of anguish washed over me at the reminder that Dad was leaving the country with the rings. "I hope it's nothing serious," Jennifer said in a concerned tone. "SERIOUS...." I sobbed "BEING LEFT AS A BABY FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE WAS A LITTLE MORE THAN SERIOUS......IT WAS TRAGIC." "Hopefully it will be all over tomorrow," suggested Susie, the double meaning in the statement was lost on Jennifer. Jennifer carried me downstairs into the kitchen, she placed me in Susie's highchair, securely strapped me in, then dropped the plastic tray into place. My legs swung uselessly as there was no foot rest as I watched Jennifer through my tears prepare some food. She place a pink spouted toddlers beaker on the tray, fitted a full bib around my neck and put a plastic dish of food in the micro-wave oven. Waves of nausea welled up inside my small stomach as the realisation that I would not escape from my predicament before Dad left with the rings reared it's head, so I was not thirsty or hungry, even though my stomach was empty. Then an idea struck me all of a sudden, if I showed them that I could do things that the real Susie could not do they would become curious, ever since Susie had refused to use the rings the only thing I'd done is bawl like a baby, Susie had acted similarly on many occasions, why should they think there was anything wrong. What I should have been be doing was acting completely different to how they would expect the real Susie to behave. That was the key to getting out of this mess, I had been playing into Susie's hands with my temper tantrums as mum had called them. Act like a 16 year old boy in a babies body, they're bound to notice something's wrong. I had very little time to convince them that I wasn't Susie. My eyes dropped on the two handled beaker, I reached for the handle with one hand attempting to drink like an older child, but once again these thick mittens thwarted me, all I managed to do was push the beaker around the tray, until it eventually fell to the floor. Jennifer smiled condescendingly as she waited for the micro-wave to warm my food. She picked the beaker up and put it on the tray, put both my hands on to the handles and raised the spout to my lips. "I just love the way Susie drinks her juice, she's so cute," she smiled talking over my head. "Yes Susie is cute, everyone says so." Mother smiled appearing at my side, she ruffled my hair. "How's my little munchkin? Any better baby?" "She had a bit of a tantrum after she got up, but she seems to have settled down a bit," Jennifer told her. Another aspect of babyhood was being demonstrated to me, the way they talked about me as if I didn't have an opinion, which as a baby I didn't. "That's because her favourite baby-sitter is here. Susie loves her Auntie Jen-Jen doesn't she?" Mother cooeed holding my beaker up to my lips ensuring I had a good drink. "And I love Susie," Jennifer grinned. "You look sooo cute in your pink baby grow. How could this sweet little baby be actually sixteen years old, it's impossible to tell." "I know," mother agreed. "Susie's my pretty wittle baby-waby forever and ever," mother gushed in baby talk. DING. The micro-wave announced my food was ready. Jennifer dipped her finger in the bowl to ensure it wasn't too hot, drew up a seat and proceeded to try and feed me. I shook my head, I wanted to demonstrate that I could actually feed myself, I needed to show them I wasn't a baby. I shook my head from side to side and gurgled loudly trying to ask for the spoon. Jennifer attempted to put the blended dinner into my mouth, all I managed to do was get food all around my cheeks, down my chin and down my bib. Instead of making them think I was a grown boy trapped in Susie's body, all I did was present them with a picture of babyhood. Frustration welled up inside me again and I felt my lip quivering as I was about to burst into tears. I had to stop crying I told myself, that was another sure sign of babyhood. "She may still be off her food, Jennifer," mother said noticing my reluctance to eat. "There's a bottle in the fridge, she can have that later, I've put something in it to make her sleep." "Fine Mrs. W." Jennifer nodded taking the food and beaker from my tray, wiping my face with a cloth, then wiping the tray clean. Mother and Jennifer continued to chat away, both looking at me, as I desperately thought of someway of demonstrating I wasn't Susie. But being strapped in a highchair, wearing a pink baby grow made it impossible to present anything but a perfect double of Susie. I admonished myself for not thinking of this idea sooner, if I hadn't been wallowing in self-pity and despair I might have brought my plight to mothers attention before now. Time was ticking away, those rings would leave this house, indeed this country for good tomorrow and I would be trapped as Susie forever, every second counted. "Are you ready honey?" Dad called from the hall. "Coming Frank," mother answered. "We will be quite late, tell David not to wait up." Mother turned to Jennifer. "And don't do anything you might regret later," she added. "Whatever do you mean?" Jennifer blushed. "You know what I mean Jennifer, I was once young too remember. Sometimes taking risks go wrong, when they do it can ruin your life forever," mother lectured her, but she turned back to look at me, as if lecturing me. "I'm just saying make sure you take ALL the precautions you can, you don't want to let one minute of foolishness cause you regret for the rest of your life do you?" I certainly would do if I didn't convince them I wasn't Susie. "No Mrs. W," Jennifer answered contritely. "Nighty-nite baby, be good for Auntie Jen-Jen," mother cooed, shaking her head for some reason, a smirk across her face, and was gone. Jennifer removed my bib, replaced my dummy in my mouth and took me out of the highchair. I ejected the dummy, that would only add to my baby appearance, but ejecting it did too. "WAS THERE NOTHING I COULD DO THAT DID NOT LOOK BABYISH," I screamed loudly in baby talk, again only adding to my baby appearance. Jennifer put me in the playpen in the lounge, poured baby toys in from a big box and went to find Susie. "THIS IS HOPELESS," I cried. How could I not look anything like a baby, I was in a playpen, I was wearing a pink baby-grow, I was surrounded by baby toys, there was nothing for me to demonstrate my real identity. Then I spotted the alphabet bricks. Hope rose in my small heart as I crawled over and began sorting through the dolls, balls, rattles and other baby toys to get to the bricks. The mittens forced me to use two hands for each operation, I realised how babyish this looked as I sat straight legged picking up baby toys with both hands, but I didn't care, the alphabet bricks were my route to freedom. "AWWWWW doesn't she look cute playing with her toys," Jennifer gushed walking back into the room holding on to Susie's hand. Susie looked a little surprised to see me acting so babyish. My former face raised its eyebrows, I knew I had to be careful. If Susie spotted the bricks she would remove them, I couldn't risk that so I picked a doll from the pile of toys and hugged it to me, forcing a little smile. "I know someone that's cuter," Susie responded to Jennifer's statement and threw what used to be my arms around Jennifer's waist and embraced her, kissing her passionately on the lips. A pang of jealousy pierced my heart like a knife as I saw my former self kissing my girlfriend. "It should be me!!!! It should be me!!!" I gurgled quietly to myself. Susie watched me intently as he kissed Jennifer, his tongue entering her mouth, hers responding in similar fashion, Susie winked at me. "WOW," Jennifer gasped as they broke for air. "You have certainly got the hang of french kissing now," she smiled. "I was a little worried this afternoon, you kissed me like it was the first time you had ever kissed someone, you felt like a different person," Jennifer told him. "Did I," Susie smiled kissing her deeply again and manoeuvring her to the sofa. As they caressed, I surreptitiously sorted the bricks to a clear space in the front of the playpen. Susie removed Jennifer's blouse exposing her lacy bra and budding breasts, his hands all over them, Jennifer responded by removing Susie's polo shirt. I turned each brick over in my hands reading each letter. I had to figure what words I could spell with the letters before me, it was like doing an anagram with baby bricks, only this anagram would save my life. As I concentrated, Jennifer's bra hit the floor, followed by her skirt and her panty-hose. Susie had kicked off her shoes, Jennifer removed Susie's socks and slacks. They entered into a heavy petting session. I set about putting the bricks together to form the words I had decided on, I had a little smile to myself as Susie was falling into the same trap as I had done, her sexual libido had risen in my former body, while he was petting with Jenifer he wouldn't notice what I was doing, just as my libido had urged me into my current plight, Susie's would reverse the situation. "I AM NOT A BABY." I proudly sat back to see the words I put together, they were the most important words I had ever spelt. I turned to call to Jennifer in my baby talk, once I had got her at