Jiji was brought inside, squirming wildly, not wanting to be anyone’s baby. She was easily held onto, though, as she was taken to the side room, which had been worked on through the night. When she was brought in, it had a large playpen set up. As Don set her in it, he left the room, closing the door behind him.
Jiji just sat in the pen, contemplating everything. It’s not like she could get out. Her diaper was too thick to allow her to get a leg over the side. Even if she could get her leg over the side, again, the diaper would muck it up for her by catching on the playpen. To be honest, she was totally trapped.
She sighed, as a look of confused thought came onto her face… Babies live like prisoners… granted, pampered prisoners… but they are still prisoners. Thoughts like that kept coming across her mind. It was true, in one sense… But it was obvious that Jiji was truly was looking only for the downside of the whole situation. She stayed in there for about an hour, just finding random things to keep her interest—the abacus, some of the kids’ handheld games… whatever they had placed in the playpen. They didn’t allow her the remote for the HoloTV, but she hadn’t really expected them to.
When the hour was up, the door opened up to a much kinder looking Jean. She didn’t have that no-nonsense look she usually took up with Jiji. Taken aback by this, Jiji moved over to the other side of the playpen. Jean simply managed to chase Jiji to the other side, and caught her quickly. Holding her up, Jean tossed Jiji into the air, and caught her, twirling around and holding her pet close, before taking her out into the living room.
Jean walked out with a smile, and sat on the couch. She pets Jiji’s head gently, as Don sat down next to them. Don was the first to speak up. “Jiji, me and jean have decided on a few base rules for you, with your new class reassignment. So, all the old rules? Forget ‘em.” He smiled, as he pulled out a handwritten list, and read off all the rules, like Jiji couldn’t read. “Rule one. You’ll always be in diapers. If you remember correctly, when we shrunk you before, you almost pissed yourself twice due to the different size of all your parts… so we know you’re gonna loose it here.” The loss of bodily function after size change was more on a pet-to-pet basis, and unfortunately, Jiji was very susceptible to the aftereffects, where some pets like Robby barely show any effect.
Smiling her loving smile, Jean stated the second rule, and explained it in a similar fashion to Don. “Rule two. You can watch TV and play all you want—in fact, we encourage it… except when we want cuddle time, or we’re out in public. At that point, you can do what’s appropriate. Play with other pets, just sit where you are… In other words, do what’s natural.” Jiji had to say this was a damn good rule.
Don looks down, wetting his lips. “Third rule, dear… You’re not allowed in any room with yellow on the door. This will get you caster oil and half an hour in the punishment pen. I doubt you’ll do that, but just remember that.”
Jiji sighs. Nodding, she agrees. This action only prompts wild laughter from Jean. “You thought you had a choice? Dear child, whether or not you decide to follow our rules doesn’t make a difference. We would have done it to you anyway.” She lightly ruffled her hair, before she gently kissed Jiji’s cheek. “But it’s nice to know you want to comply… I guess I never really welcomed you to the family before… but… well, welcome. She smiled widely, as she held Jiji over her shoulder and patted her back lightly, to help calm her down. “Welcome to my family, Jiji.”
The next few days were uneventful. Jean took over the housework, while Jiji tried to get used to walking in a diaper. It was difficult, granted, but it was very comforting. Of course, Jiji continued nursing on Jean, but she actually started to enjoy it now. The milk was starting to develop a good taste to Jiji.
Every day, Jiji was allowed to play with all sorts of toys. And even though in the five years previous that she had been in the house and wanted to play with the children’s toys, she was never allowed to… she was happy that they started to let her play with them. She was beyond happy.
Of course, now every day she sat down with Jean and watched the soap operas, and filled in Jean what happened whenever she had to leave and change Neni—the two older ones were at a summer camp, and had been for about a week and half. They weren’t due back home for a couple of weeks.
Jiji was just a little too large to place in a high chair just yet, but she was quite able to use one of the elder sibling’s booster seats—she didn’t mind. Every night, she sat at the table. Don fed her food, cutting it up into bite-sized pieces. She really didn’t mind, but she was still capable of feeding herself. Jean usually put Neni in a playpen in the kitchen, because she was still too little to do anything but drink from a bottle.
Every night, Jiji was put to bed with Neni—a fresh diaper and a full bottle. And every morning, they two items had reversed roles. A full diaper and an empty bottle. Jiji didn’t mind, it meant more attention….
Three days had passed, and it was now time for her to become a baby, perhaps irreversibly….
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