Bubbles Utonium woozily awoke to the soft chirps of birds and the morning sun's beams of rays hitting her eyelids. Her eyes slowly fluttered opened, but Bubbles knew something was different. 'Bars? What are bars doing in my bed?' Bubbles thought. Indeed, large, blue wooden bars surrounded Bubbles and her bed.
Bubbles quickly sat up in bed and heard a strange noise. It sounded like plastic…Like, a crinkling noise of some sort. Bubbles looked down and found herself clad in a baby blue sleeper. Looking farther down below her lower abdomen, an odd bulkiness around her waist made Bubbles awfully curious. Bubbles also noticed that everything around her was much, much, MUCH more bigger than they were the previous night. Bubbles gazed around the room and was utterly shocked at what she was seeing.
The room was now painted a pale blue shade, and where Bubbles' dresser was stood a changing table, complete with diapers, wipes, powder, and baby clothes. Bubbles' mouth was agape and she was unaware of the dribble that was oozing out of her mouth.
"W-what happened to my ROOM?!" Bubbles cried. However, only an incoherent mishmash of baby gibberish emerged from her mouth and Bubbles clamped her hands over her mouth.
'I can't speak?' Bubbles thought. Bubbles felt hot tears quickly well up in her eyes and she couldn't help but wail piercingly. She continued to weep uncontrollably before she heard her bedroom door creak open. Someone was in her room!
In stepped Blossom, Bubbles' older pink-eyed, carrot-red-haired sister. She ran over to baby Bubbles and gingerly scooped her into her arms.
"Hush now, Bubby," Blossom cooed to her now baby sister. Bubbles looked up at Blossom quizzingly, tears still flowing from her eyes and down her plump, pink little cheeks.
Bubbles whimpered. 'How did this all happen?' Something then caught Bubbles' attention. She fixed her eyes on Blossom for a second time and noticed something…different…about her. Blossom looked much, much older than she previously was. Her hair had grown alot longer, she had grown very much taller, and her posture seemed rather dignified. Bubbles also noted that Blossom's giant red bow had shrunk to a tiny flower hairclip, which greatly surprised Bubbles.
"Heh, that's the Bubbles I know," Blossom smiled softly at her baby sister and kissed her forehead warmly. Bubbles couldn't help but smiled, though she was still questioning about what had happened while she slept last night.
"Are you hungry, Bubbly?" Blossom gracefully asked Bubbles. Bubbles nodded, a slight frown growing on her lips. Blossom frowned back,
"Bubbles, why are your frowning? What happened to my cheerful and happy little sister?" Blossom asked. A wide smirk quickly stretched across Blossom's face and she lightly tickled baby Bubbles' sides. Bubbles giggled wildly and clasped onto Blossom's claret-red tanktop.
"Come on, Bubbles. Let's go get some breakfast." Blossom and baby Bubbles then headed downstairs into the kitchen, where Bubbles saw some rather familiar faces.
One of them was an old man with salt-and-pepper hair and an aging face. Several lines and wrinkles adorned his face, yet he had a glad smiled on his face. The man, now known as the Professor, or in Blossom's case, 'Dad', even had a beard and goatee, which made his current age more and more apparent.
Another was a smaller little toddler with bright lime-green eyes and ebony-black hair that was very much ruffled and fuzzy, as if the little tyke's hair hadn't been brushed in ages. The young tot, around two or three years of age, wobbled around the room, touching and getting into things that the Professor warned that she shouldn't, even though she did anyway. It suddenly hit Bubbles like a ton of bricks: This toddler was Buttercup!
"Now Buttercup," The Professor ran his fingers through his hair and massaged his temples. "Please settle down, darling." The Professor lifted Buttercup into the air and kissed her cheek before he set her down in a nearby highchair.
"Dad, I think Bubbles is hungry, so would you like me to feed her for you?" Blossom asked the Prof. with pleading eyes.
"Well, I'm not sure, Blossom…" Professor Utonium sighed, an unsettled expression plastered on his face.
"Aw, but Professor, I'm fifteen!" 'FIFTEEN?!' Bubbles thought.
"Oh…alright. But please be careful, Blossom. Bubbles is very delicate and fragile." The Professor eventually gave in as he shoved a spoonful of eggplant purée into Buttercup's open mouth. Blossom then immediately zipped over to the fridge and grabbed a full bottle out of it, then proceeded to warm it up with her heat vision. Blossom soon returned with the bottle, which Bubbles at first refused. She couldn't, she wasn't really a baby! Regardless how she fought, Blossom was a lot stronger, and she grabbed her, cradling her on her back and putting the rubber amber nipple to her mouth. Against all will, Bubbles let it through and began to suckle, the warm liquid calming her down immensely.
"There, doesn't that make you feel better? You were getting very fussy, Bubby. Yes you were, yes you were." Blossom cooed at her baby sister. This somewhat made Bubbles calm down and relax. Bubbles felt so content and tranquil, it stunned her. She wondered how this happen, when it happened, and how things would return normal again….if they did.
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