Baby For a Day

[Baby Bobby]

Davey was woken by Marissa pulling the pink drapes back from the window.

"And how did mommy's little bedwetter sleep?" she asked sweetly.

Sure enough, once Davey had slipped into slumberland, the floodgates had opened and as usual, he had completely soaked his diapers.

"Good, Miss Marissa," he replied sleepily.

Lowering the side of the crib, Marissa handed Davey a bottle of warm milk and helped him over to the changing table. In moments, his soggy, wet diapers were unpinned and his legs were being held in the air as Marissa coated his bottom with another layer of Desitin cream. This was followed by lots of baby powder and soon, he was swaddled back into another thick set of soft, fluffy diapers.

"Hmm, I think these cute polka dot baby panties will go perfect with that top you're wearing," she announced as she began snaking the waterproof panties up his legs.

Davey whimpered a little, especially as he caught a waft of stale pee from the panties she was fitting around his fat diapers. It was embarrassing to think he would be wearing baby panties that someone else had wet in previously and it served as a further reminder of his childish lack of control.

"And guess what?" she said brightly, "Now it's time for you to go outside and play."
 
Davey became visibly happier and he was excited at the prospect of finally doing activities closer to his real age in the back yard.

Putting his pink Mary Janes over his anklet covered feet, Marissa led him down the hallway and towards the front door.

"A-aren't we going outside to the b-back yard?" he quaked, suddenly nervous.

"Oh no, baby--I've got a stroller I'm going to put you in to take you down to the park. But don't worry--I've got your diaper bag for when you wet yourself again," she assured him.

Sure enough, just as she opened the front door, he felt a wild squirt of panic-induced pee spray into his fresh diapers.

"N-no!" he cried weakly but deep inside, he already knew he was going. His bottom was still sore from his earlier spanking.

"Come along baby girl," Marissa said as she ignored his protest, grabbed his wrist and led him outside. On her sidewalk, was a large stroller and a diaper bag slung over the handle. Easing him into the babyish contraption, she handed him a Disney Princess doll to comfort him and off they went.

Although the stroller had a smocked rain cover, Marissa had pulled it back so Davey could enjoy the sunshine. Unfortunately, everyone they passed by looked down at him and either smiled or shook their heads at his diapered condition. Marissa had given him a baby bottle to nurse from and he felt all the more infantile as they made their way to the park.

They were almost there when they passed a young teenager that stopped to say hi to Marissa.

"Hi Mrs. Rosen," she said brightly.

"Well hello, Cindy," she replied, "How is school going for you?"

"Almost done and then summer is about to start," she said, "That isn't little Timmy, is it?"

"Oh no--this is a little bedwetter I'm babysitting today--his name is Davey," she said as she smiled down on the blushing boy.

"Aww, he's a cute little one--and it looks like you're very well protected today, Davey," she said in a voice meant for toddlers.

Davey blushed furiously and felt another strong stream of pee flow out of control. With his little pen-is having been locked in chastity, he wet back between his legs like a girl, peeing helplessly into the thick seat of his diapers.

"I've got him triple diapered. He really needs it for all the wetting he does," Marissa told her.

"Well, have fun, sissykins," Cindy said gaily as she waved him goodbye.

After they parted ways, Marissa took a pathway into the park that led to a play area for small children. There were two girls and boy there already, looking about 5 to 7, although it was apparent that none shared Davey's need for diapers. Their mothers were chatting amongst themselves and they greeted Mrs. Rosen when she came their way.

After explaining her charge to the curious women, she helped him get out of the stroller.

"Go ahead--play with the other children," she encouraged him.

Davey could feel the warm, clammy cloth of his diapers clinging to his bottom and he cringed as he looked around at the faces now staring at him. Unfortunately, that brought yet another stream of hot pee into his already wet diaper and he blushed all the way from his ears to his chest.

"Why are you wearing diapers?" the little blonde girl asked as she pointed at his infantile underwear.

Davey was on the verge of crying and he looked around anxiously at Marissa to save him.

"Davey can't control his wetting, so he needs diapers and plastic panties for protection," she said kindly.

Leading him over to a sandy area with some toys, Marissa encouraged him to play with the others. With his sissy top, Mary Janes, and his fat, shiny diapers, Davey felt extremely conscious of his appearance. He could barely concentrate and he felt everyone's eyes staring at him.

He was bent down on all fours, pushing a Tonka truck when one of the older of the girls came up behind him unexpectedly and squeezed his diapered bottom.

"Mommy! His diapers are wet," she bluntly announced, to Davey's utter shame.

"Come along, Davey," Marissa beckoned him as she began opening her diaper bag, "Time for another change."

The shame-faced sissy bit his lip as he tried desperately for a way to dissuade her from humiliating him further. Unfortunately, she simply came over, scooped him up like a toddler and carried him over to the changing pad she'd laid out.

The other women were buzzing with interest as they watched the helpless youth have his pee-soaked diapers summarily pulled down, revealing the pink chastity device around his tiny genitals.

"May I ask what that is?" a curious mother inquired.

"Oh yes," she responded, "Naughty boys like Davey here can be easily tempted to play with themselves if left unsupervised. Especially when he's wearing soft, fluffy diapers all the time. This device makes sure that's no longer possible, and he can't even get an erection now, which is something a bedwetter has no business having anyway."

The others giggled and nodded their agreement as Davey's face burned with embarrassment.

After depositing his wet diapers in a separate bag, Marissa carefully cleaned his damp area and then grasping his ankles, she lifted his Mary Janes over his head. The children all gathered around, clearly amused to see this much older boy getting a diaper change like a baby.
Davey tried to look away, but everywhere he looked, a mother or her child was gazing back at him, smiling as Marissa smeared Desitin across his pink bottom.

"Looks like someone got his bottom spanked," one of the mothers observed with a smile.

"Yes, Davey got fussy about taking his nap today, which ended with him taking a trip over my lap. I'm pretty sure we won't be having any more trouble like that in the future," she said as she eased a baby bottle of warm milk into his trembling mouth.

Davey was so humiliated, a tear trickled down his cheek as he tied to close his eyes and ears from the conversation.

After a thorough powdering, Marissa pulled the thick cloth up between his legs and pinned the sides snugly in place. Colorful pink nursery print plastic panties followed and soon, Davey was once again, pampered, safe, and protected.

Marissa began putting her diapering supplies away when she glanced at her watch.

"Oh---will you look at the time? I had no idea it was so late!" she exclaimed, "We better get going--you have an important appointment to meet."

Although Davey was vastly relieved to be leaving this humiliating company, he couldn't help but have reservations for what was coming next. He was just about to inquire when Marissa suddenly pushed his pacifier into his open mouth, effectively ending any discussion before it began.
Davey squealed and shook his fists helplessly as the other mothers giggled at him.

"Come on, baby, it's time for us to be going," Marissa said as she helped Davey climb back into the stroller.
As soon as he was safely settled, Marissa said her goodbyes as the women all waved to Davey like he was a baby and with that, she briskly left the park.
Before long, they had arrived back at the house and Marissa led him inside where they found Megan nursing Timmy with a baby bottle of milk.

"Hi, we just came back so I could change Davey's outfit. How has my little Timmy been?" she asked.

"A perfect angel--I was just about to check his diapers and then put him down for his nap."

Davey felt some small consolation that at least Timmy was getting the same babyish treatment as himself.

Marissa led him back to the nursery where she removed his sissy top and brought over a fancy satin, pink and white baby dress. Like the one he wore earlier, it had a stiff petticoat to flare out its lacey hem. With short, puffy sleeves and a cute bunny and building blocks appliqué on the bodice, it screamed little toddler baby girl as she lowered it over his head.
Davey squirmed nervously as she did up the row of small buttons up the back.

Going over to the dresser, she retrieved a silky item and returned, removing his lacy anklets and Mary Janes. Gathering the white tights in her hands, she fed Davey's legs into them, working the hosiery up his smooth, girlish legs and then laboriously around the fat, imposing bulk of his big diapers.

"Every little girl loves dressing up fancy," she exclaimed as she ran her nails around the wide, stretchy elastic waistband, "And I'm sure you're going to make quite the impression to the ladies down at the salon."

Davey shook his head and tried to protest but the fat rubber pacifier only muffled his words of angst.

Putting his Mary Janes back on, she stood him before the full-length mirror so he could see himself.
Davey blushed a deep red as he took in the short, ruffled baby dress, and his girlish tights that were stretched tightly over his big, fat diapers, doing nothing to mask the pink nursery print of his plastic panties. He couldn't imagine a more humiliating outfit to wear.

Marissa grabbed another set of diapers, putting his wet ones into the pail, and then she led him outside and back into the stroller.

"Come along, Davey--we mustn't be late for your appointment."

The diapered pantywaist whimpered but dutifully climbed in and Marissa briskly pushed him down the sidewalk.
Ten minutes later, they arrived at their destination, Jamie's Salon--Styles for beautiful little girls.

[patticakes]

Sarah P, If you go to my post on this story, you can read the remaining parts.  I think Baby Bobby also added
the rest on his post.

[Baby Bobby]

Opening the glass door, Marissa grinned broadly as she pushed the stroller inside and was immediately greeted by a number of young women. She let Davey out and allowed him to stand before them as they smiled down on him, remarking about his state of dress.

"What a cutie you are!"

"Who's this little darling?"

"Looks like this little one has a wetting problem."

"You're a precious little sweetie!"

All this intense attention from the group of pretty women was too much for Davey and predictably, he immediately began nervously wetting himself like the big baby he was dressed up as. He bit his lip and cringed as warm pee began spreading throughout his diaper, seeping up into his generously padded seat as his bladder helplessly let go in panic.

The manager of the salon, a gorgeous brunette, bent down and smiled prettily at Davey's quivering form. She had full, luscious lips, twinkling eyes, and a generous bosom barely contained by her snug uniform.

"And what's your name, little girl?" she asked cheerfully.

Davey was suc-king feverishly on his pacifier, his eyes misting with tears of humiliation.

"--Priscilla," Marissa suddenly announced for him. She hadn't thought about it until just this moment, but it seemed the perfect name for her little diapered sissy.

"Well Priscilla, we're going to make you just as pretty as we can," the beautiful woman assured him as she took his trembling hand and led him to one of the salon's pink chairs. Davey waddled over and was soon lifted into the chair by strong, female arms. He had never been in a women's salon and he assumed they would just cut his hair, which tended to be on the long side anyways.

Draping a big pink smock over him to protect his baby dress, they tied it behind his neck and two of the younger girls began working on his hair.

Marissa whispered some instructions to the manager who smiled and looked knowingly at Davey.

"Oh yes--that will look wonderful," she agreed.

Walking over to the two girls working on Davey, she spoke shortly with them under her breath and they giggled and nodded their heads in response.
Davey could only hope for the best as the they pulled and twisted his hair, putting it in small curlers. As it began to dawn on him that this was going to be more than a usual haircut, he grew concerned and tried to voice his objections but once again, the pacifier ensured everything came out babyishly muffled. The girls ignored him, chattering amongst themselves as they continued to work on his hair.

Sitting there squirming, it was only then that he realized he had wet himself as he felt the soggy cotton squishing between his legs and against his seat. He blushed at the thought that he seemed to have so little control over his wetting anymore and it made him feel all the more childish.

The girls finally finished with the curls and they wrapped his head in a plastic bonnet of sorts, gently putting him under a hair dryer. Davey hoped the smell of the chemicals would mask that of his pee-soaked pampers so he could avoid another humiliating public diaper change.

While he was waiting, Marissa pulled out his pacifier and handed him a baby bottle which he began nursing from, if for no other reason, than because he was bored.

At last, one of the cute young girls came over and turned off the hair dryer, checking the condition of his hair.

"I think you're ready, sweetie," she said brightly.

Davey was happy to have this over at last, so they could finally go home.
Taking him back over to one of the chairs, the two girls began taking his curlers out, placing them in a large bowl until they were all removed. Merrily, the two of them worked on Davey, styling his hair and applying spray to it until they were satisfied with the final result.

"Viola!" one of them exclaimed.

The pretty manager and Marissa gathered around to look at her diapered charge as they beheld the mass of babyish curls now adorning his cherubic face.

"Perfect!" Marissa exclaimed as she clapped her hands in joy, "Absolutely perfect!"

As they turned his chair so he could finally look at his own reflection, Davey gasped in shock as he stared dumbfounded at himself and his new girlish locks. He had no idea this was what Marissa had intended and his cheeks suddenly flushed with anger.

"What did you do!?!" he shouted.

"Just gave you an age-appropriate hairdo, sweetie-pie," she said with a smug smirk.

Davey leaped out of his seat and he shook his fists in fury at her. Needless to say, in his short baby dress and diapers he looked absolutely ridiculous.

"I'm telling my mom on you!" he shouted threateningly in his shrill voice.

Marissa crossed her arms over her substantial chest with cool confidence as she looked down on him condescendingly.

"And just where do you think I got the idea from? It was your mommy's suggestion."

Davey felt a shiver of fear run down his spine to learn that his own mother was conspiring to turn him into a babyish toddler.

"I hate you! I hate you!!" he screamed, lacking any other sort of argument.

Marissa spied a wide backed wooden hairbrush on the counter and she picked it up, grasping Davey by his arm.

"Girls, I've got some business I have to attend to--do you have a back room here I can use?"

The girls giggled again as the manager happily led the two of them to the break room in back. Davey kicked and tried to escape but he was no match for Marissa's strong grip.
Leaving the door open, Marissa sat down on a stool and began tugging Davey's tights down off his diapers.

"Stop it! Stop it!" he wailed.

"It's time you received a lesson in manners, you little sissy," she said firmly.

With several sharp tugs, she yanked his pink nursery print plastic panties down past his knees, exposing his sagging, pee-soaked diapers.

"Wet again, I see," she observed dryly, "Now you're going to find out what it's like to get a spanking with a damp bottom."

Davey burst into tears and he stamped his feet in frustration but in moments, she was lifting him over her lap, placing him in the vulnerable position where his Mary Janes could only kick the air helplessly. Marissa swiftly unpinned his diapers and pushed the soggy wet cloth back between his legs. His bottom was still pink from his earlier spanking but she didn't hesitate for a moment. Raising the hairbrush over her shoulder, she brought it down with a deafening swat, landing it squarely across the delightful curve of his fanny.

Davey howled in agony and he kicked wildly, shaking his fists impotently before him. Two blistering swats immediately followed, one on each of his soft, sissy cheeks, flattening them and delivering an impact of a hundred wasp stings. Hot, salty tears streamed down his cheeks as Davey cried like a baby.

The girls gathered around the open doorway, smiling eagerly as they watched the spectacle of the diapered pantywaist getting his just reward. Again and again, Marissa smacked his bottom harshly, delivering the childish punishment that all sissies truly deserve. Davey bawled at the top of his lungs, his damp cheeks quickly returning to a shade of angry, candy apple red.
For several minutes, she continued to slap each of his swollen cheeks ferociously, bringing fresh torrents of tears from the crying youth until at last Marissa finally stopped, setting the hairbrush down on the nearby counter with a clatter.

Standing the sobbing youth on his shaky feet, his stern babysitter looked him squarely in the eye.

"That was exactly what you needed," she said as she wagged her finger at his crying face, "Your mommy knows best and she knows a little bedwetter like you should be treated like the baby you've been acting like.
"And when you get sassy with me--you can be sure of taking another trip over my lap for a good, hard spanking. Do you understand me?"

Davey sobbed loudly and submissively nodded his head as he tenderly stroked the twin fireballs of his bottom. A quick glance over her shoulder revealed that the other girls were still gathered at the doorway, a rapt audience to his humiliating scolding.

Turning towards them, Marissa beckoned for their assistance.

"Would one of you girls be so kind as to get my diaper bag--I'm afraid Priscilla wet herself again."

"Sure thing," the blond one chuckled as she turned and went to get it.

In moments, everyone gathered around attentively as Davey was once again being positioned on the changing pad over a thick trio of his bunny soft diapers. His tights and damp plastic panties were still gathered around his calves and now everyone could clearly see the tiny pink chastity device encasing his little loins. The girls pointed at it and giggled, vastly amused with his situation.

Davey was given another bottle to nurse from as Marissa slathered Desitin across his swollen, stinging bottom. The crying sissy howled out anew as her hands rubbed his blazing cheeks, even though the cream was cool to his hot skin. Taking her time, Marissa sprinkled baby powder over his front, humming to herself as the girls looked down on the punished, humiliated boy.
Pulling the fluffy soft cloth up between his thighs, she pinned the sides tightly together around his hips.

As Davey felt the damp plastic panties being drawn up his legs, he got fussy again and protested.

"Th-those are still wet!" he whined between sobs.

"Sissies don't always get a complete change," she explained simply as she pulled them up and tugged them over the fat cotton surrounding his hips. He could feel the cool, damp elastic bands around his thighs but there was nothing he could do about it.
Davey whimpered and pouted but nevertheless resumed his nursing from the bottle.

Marissa began working his stretchy pink tights up his legs and then fitted them over his fat diapers, tugging them aggressively to get the waistband above his waterproof baby panties. Standing him up, she positioned him before the smiling audience of girls.

"Now I want you to thank these nice girls for doing such a wonderful job on your hair," she commanded him.

Davey could barely utter the words to thank them for transforming his look into that of a toddler girl but his bottom was still on fire inside his diapers.

"Th-thank you," he bleated weakly.

"Thank you for what?" Marissa prodded him.

"Thank you...f-for doing my hair."

"Thank you for making me look like a pretty little baby girl," Marissa corrected him.

"Th-thank you for making me look like a-a pretty little baby girl," he repeated as everyone clapped and grinned. Davey's face blushed a bright red and the manager bent down to give him a wet kiss on his crimson cheek. He looked so completely babyish now, with his girly blond curls and dress.

"Well--I want to thank everyone for taking such good care of my little Priss--I think you've done a wonderful job with her," Marissa said appreciatively.

Grasping the pansy's hand, she led him to the register where she paid for his permanent, tipping the girls as they left.

Putting him back into his stroller, Marissa took the overwhelmed and distraught sissy back home, where they found Davey's mom pulling into the driveway. Seeing another opportunity to humiliate her young charge, Marissa helped Davey out of the stroller and stood him up, so anyone in the neighborhood walking by would also be witness to his babyish appearance.
As Mrs. Rosen closed the door of her car, Marissa pushed Davey's pacifier into his mouth, adding the piece-de-resistance to his toddler look.

His mom stopped where she stood, her hand going up to cover her mouth which quickly became a wide grin.

"Oh...My!" she exclaimed, "It's...perfect! I love it!"

Marissa smiled proudly as Mrs. Rosen approached slowly, taking in all the details, from his glossy Mary Janes, to his shimmering tights and their see-thru look, allowing his colorful baby panties and thick, bulging diapers to be clearly seen. Davey's short ruffled dress flared out widely and the short, puffy sleeves emphasized his skinny little arms. The mass of girlish curls around his face gave him a distinctively toddler appearance and the pacifier stuffed in his mouth completed the look.
To be sure--he no longer looked like a ten year-old boy but a five year-old girl, still very much in need of diapers.

Mrs. Rosen threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly.

"Oh sweetie, you're my precious little baby girl!" she gushed.

As she stood back and smiled down on him, a sudden gust of wind blew the back of his dress up, fully exposing his fat, diapered bottom. Davey squealed and wrestled to hold the light, wispy layers of his dress and petticoats down but alas, the damage was already done. He glanced over to see the next door neighbor, an older woman watering her lawn, who was staring back at the diapered sissy in his dress.
He tried to urge the two mothers to go inside but of course, no one could understand his muffled whining with his rubber pacifier lodged in his mouth.

Instead, they stood where they were, Marissa discussing the day's events as Mrs. Rosen smiled with each humiliating revelation. At last, his babysitter took them inside and they sat down at the sofa together, Marissa arranging Davey across her lap and positioning his head for another breastfeeding session.

"Okay, sweetie--you know what comes next," she said as he opened her blouse to reveal her big mammaries struggling to escape the confines of her silky bra.
Davey squirmed on her lap but in moments, his lips were soon wrapped around a milky areole and he was nursing contentedly like a little baby.

"Tell me--how did Davey take his enema this morning?" Mrs. Rosen asked as she smiled down on her transformed sissy boy.

"Oh---I forgot to mention--your little one prefers to be called Priscilla now--she came up with it all on her own," Marissa told her, wildly stretching the truth.

His mom giggled, not indicating whether she believed her or not but clearly delighted with the name nevertheless.

"But to answer your question--she was fussy at first, but you'd be surprised at the effect a nice, long soapy enema has on a little pantywaist like Priscilla. It leaves her submissive, compliant, and much more receptive to further babyish treatment.
"I strongly recommend you start every day by taking her over your lap and giving her a full two quarts."

"Can he really take that much?" Mrs. Rosen asked in amazement.

"Oh yes--you'd be astounded to how much a little sissy can take, so long as you take it slowly and patiently," she explained, "Of course, she'll whine and squirm, telling you she can't take any more but just be firm with her--you need to make sure she gets every drop so she'll be a good little girl in her diapers.
"Isn't that right, sugarplum?" she asked Davey in a sweet, syrupy voice.

The hapless sissy whimpered helplessly as he continued nursing from her immense, milk-filled breast.

"I just can't thank you enough for everything you've done...I knew his wetting problem was getting worse but I just wasn't sure which direction to go with it."

"When I saw your little sweetie, I just knew there was a delicate little sissy inside, just bursting to get out. Her constant wetting was simply her way of telling you she doesn't want to be a big boy, but instead--wants to live the life of a helpless baby again," Marissa explained sagely as Mrs. Rosen nodded in agreement.

"You're certainly going to get that and more," his mom told him, "This week, I'll be converting your bedroom into a proper nursery for a little baby girl--I'm adding to your cozy pink crib and I'm getting a netted playpen to join it. I've already boxed up all your clothes and I've started ordering lots of cute baby dresses and rompers from eBay.
"It will take me a few days, but when you come home this weekend, your new life as mommy's precious little toddler girl will officially begin. Now you can wet your diapers all you want and be the big baby you've been acting like. All your meals will be served to you in your new highchair and I'll tuck you into your crib for your daily naps.
"--Oh, and you can count on a much earlier bedtime too.
"What do you think--7 pm for my little princess?" she asked Marissa.

"Oh yes, babies don't need to be up any later than that," she agreed.
"By the way--I've taken the precaution of locking her little package into a secure chastity device. It's the perfect solution for sissies who wear soft, fluffy diapers all the time. You'll find it puts a stop--once and for all, to any naughty behavior she might be tempted with."

Mrs. Rosen beamed with great admiration at her new friend.

"You've really thought of everything, haven't you?"

"I just like to see these sissies get everything that's coming to them," she said with firm resolve.
"In just a few years, she'll be going through puberty and her hormones will be raging. Instead of getting erections like most little boys do--the chastity device will make sure this pantywaist remains sissy soft in her diapers, unable to ever get hard or experience an orgasm. It will be very frustrating for her but that's alright--sissies don't need orgasms like most males do."

"Do I need to worry about semen building up inside her?" Mrs. Rosen inquired.

"No--I recommend you get a nice, thick dil-do nozzle for your enema kit. You'll find it drains her prostate of any built up semen, while depriving her of the tremendous climax she desperately wants."

"I'll be sure to get one," she replied.

Davey whimpered desperately as he heard of these nefarious plans for him but Marissa smiled down on him knowingly.

"You just keep nursing, little princess--I've got plenty of milk for you still."

His brow furrowed but he knew better than to defy her.

"Oh--while you're shopping for her, you may also want to pick up a nice butt plug or two. I like the ones made of the softer jelly material. They can be an excellent tool to help her stay focused on the matter at hand or just when she's being fussy."

"Thanks--I'll be sure to get a couple--anything else you can think of?"

"Yes--a good, stout wooden paddle, if you don't already have one. All sissies--and your little pansy is certainly no exception--need to be taken over mommy's lap and given a good, hard spanking from time to time. And you'll find it's all the more effective lesson when it's done in front of others.
"That will keep your little pantywaist on the straight and narrow."

Mrs. Rosen nodded in agreement.

"Sissies need strict, unforgiving discipline with a daily fare of humiliation and emasculation--I'm happy to provide it for your little one while you're getting things ready at home," Marissa assured her.

Davey, his innocent face framed by his new girlish curls, was listening to all this with growing concern as he nursed steadily on her other breast. And yet, he also knew that the life of a baby girl awaited him whether he liked it or not. In one day, Marissa had changed his life forever and he had been completely helpless in the face of her implacable will.
At the same time, a familiar warm wetness began to seep back between his thighs and into the thick seat of his diapers, embracing his recently spanked cheeks with his incontinence. Somehow, it seemed natural now to the pampered sissy, and he let his pee flow uninterrupted as the thick cotton cloth swaddling him happily absorbed it.

"Thank you again. I'll let you know how things progress," Mrs. Rosen said as she got up to leave, "Just think sweetie--by this time next week, you'll have your very own baby nursery to play in--no more big boy toys, just lots of stuffed animals and dolls to amuse you.
"It's wet diapers and nursery nights for you, from now on."


THE END