You open your eyes to see an office with papers on the wall and a large old school computer. You try to sit up but you feel too weak. You yawn and feel the pacifier in your mouth.
“Good morning, sleepyhead. How are you feeling?” Says a woman as she walks in. She is wearing a button up shirt and a black skirt with nice flats, and her hair is tied back. She approaches you and picks you up. You look down and see the small foldable crib that you had been in. “Oh my, I think someone needs her diaper changed.” The woman coos. She carries you over to a different room and lays you on a changing mat. Looking around, this is probably a temporary nursery for babies getting adopted.
“No, please, let me go.” You protest from behind the pacifier. The woman smiles down at you.
“We can’t let you leave until your new mommy or daddy comes to adopt you. For now, you’re going to stay here. Now let’s get you out of this yucky thing.” She says. She removes the old diaper and wipes you clean with a baby wipe before putting some rash cream on you and sprinkling baby powder on you. She then puts a new diaper on you and pulls the front up, taping it down.
While you don’t appreciate being in a diaper, it does feel better to be in a clean one than a dirty one. The woman picks you up and carries you back into the office. She plops you back down in the foldable crib and hands you a rattle.
“Play with that while I make your lunch, little one.” She says, walking out of the office. You shake the plastic toy once before abandoning it, standing in the crib, pulling yourself up with the bars. You lift one leg up and pull yourself over the bars, then swing your other leg over, dropping softly to the floor. The scratchy carpet tickles your feet as you walk, slowly but surely. It feels weird to walk around in only a diaper and a baby tee, but you need to get out of here.
You get to the doorway and peek into the hall. It’s empty and the building is quiet. You sneak out into the hall and shiver at the cold tile under your feet. As you walk down the hall, you pass other offices and small nursery’s with other caretakers and young adults.
You can see that there is a boy around your age in one nursery. He is laying on his back on a playmat, batting at the toys above him. You see him roll his eyes up and he sees you. He babbles and you panic, thinking you’ll get caught. You don’t know if theees a caregiver in there, but you don’t want to find out. You run down the hall, struggling to find the office you were in. Feeling your heartbeat quicken, you turn circles for a second, before falling onto your bottom, crying.
“There you are, kimmy. I’ve been looking for you.” Says the voice of your caregiver. She has a bottle in her hand and she picks you up, carrying you to the office. You stop crying as you realize how close you were to it. You scold yourself mentally for having such an overreaction.
Your caregiver sits you down in the foldable crib and puts the bottle on her desk. “It’s okay sweetie, you’re back wher you belong. You were so upset that you couldn’t find this room, weren’t you?” She asks. You nod. Wait, was this some sort of trap?
“Well, I think somebody needs a punishment for being naughty. What does baby think?” She asks. You start crying. She smiles sympatheticly. “I know, it’s no fun to be in trouble, but you need to learn to behave.” Your caregiver coos as she picks you up. She carries you into a small white room with a white carpet. The only thing in the room is a light, but no light switch. She sets you on the floor and you look up at her.
“You’re in time out for 10 minutes. I’ll come get you when your punishment is over.” She says. She walks out of the room and closes the door. You just sit there, crying softly.
Ten minutes later, the door opens and your caregiver walks back in. She picks you up and wipes your tears away.
“There there Kimmy, it’s okay. Let’s go get you fed.” She says, carrying you out of the small room, back to her office. She sits down in the desk chair and rests you in her lap. She picks up the bottle and holds it for you. You drink, not wanting more trouble.
A knock on the door draws your attention, and you stop drinking the bottle. Another caregiver walks in and your caregiver greats him.
“Come on sweetie, drink up.” She tells you. She looks back at the other caregiver. “What’s up, Ron?” She asks.
“I have the sleep suit that you asked for for her.” Ron says. He hands your caregiver what looks like a wearable sleeping bag.
“Thank you.” She says.
“You’re welcome, Carla.” Ron says. He walks out of the room and Carla looks down at you.
“Drink your bottle, Kimmy. After you’re done, you’re going to get to meet some of the other babies.” Carla tells you. You reach out to grab the bottle. “If I let you hold your bottle, will you drink it?” She asks. You nod. Carla hands you the bottle and you drink the milk.
When the bottle is empty, Carla burps you and carries you into a playroom. There are five other teenagers in there, all dressed as babies. Carla sits you down in a baby bouncer next to them and then leaves. You look around and see Ron sitting at a table in the corner, watching over you all.
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