I could see a light. I could hear agonizing screaming… A woman? Is it me? No, sounds to old. What makes a woman scream like that? I've never screamed like that my entire life, she sounds like she's being ripped apart or something, hell she sounds like one of those home birthing videos… hold on a mo… this isn't~ no, I'm being silly…
That demon turned me into a BABY!!!
I could feel tightness around me.... And wetness.... EWWWWWW!!!! This is so gross! Then I began to feel really cold. I opened my eyes to see a masked face, then i was handed to a person with a white hat, Doctor? No, nurse. She laid me down and cleaned me off then wrapped me in a white blanket. The nurse handed me off to a tired, worn-out, lady. She had chocolate brown hair and beautiful green eyes that seemed to light up when she saw me. I guess this is my new mother. Then a man walked in. He had red hair, but darker than my orange-red, and blue eyes. He smiled a goofy smile and came over to me and my new mom. He laughed and said,"how are you doing baby Daigo, my little boy"
Hold up.... BOY!!! that DEAMON turned me into a BOY!!!! That son of a biscuit eater! I guess the news made me cry, because next thing i knew my mom was rocking me, trying to calm me down. Then i grew sleepy, hey, being a baby is tiring, and I fell asleep.
I woke up to find one of those spinning things people put above a cradled for a baby. I looked around the room as much as my chubby body allowed and saw the room painted a forest green color with trees painted on the walls. There was a rocking chair in one corner, a changing table in another. There was a dresser across from me and a box next to it. I looked out the window to find that it was dark outside, but it was gaining light, so I guess it was pretty early.
I guess this gave me time to think. So I died at the age of 15, made a deal with a demon, then was born again, and turned into a boy. How am I going to be a BOY!!! I mean I like BOYS!!! Well I guess I'll be a gay baby, and my parents will have to deal with it, because I am not pretending to like girls just for society.
While I was having my little mind rant the door opened and in came my father. He came over to my crib and picked me up out of it. I wanted to protest, but all that came out was a wine. He started cooing at me and cradle me in his arms. He took me over to the changing table and unbutton my onesie.
Is he doing what I think he's doing? He is going to change my diaper! No, I won't allow it! If I am going to be a baby I will be a devil's baby, muahahaha!!!
I squirmed as much as I could when he went for the diaper, kicking as much as my little body could, which wasn't much since as I was born yesterday. He succeed in getting my diaper off, but then I remembered what baby boys are known for. I peed in his face. Yes, you read that sentence correctly, I peed in his face. He shouted in alarm as he held the diaper up blocking the projection. Giggling, I heard rushed steps down the hall and then saw my mom poke her head in through the door. when she saw the situation, she busted out laughing at her husband's problem. When I couldn't go no more my father put the now useless diaper down and glared playfully at me. And me being the innocent baby I am, laughed. My mother came cover and ushered her husband out of the room telling him to go take a shower, and that she'll finish up. My dad grumbled and walked out of the room, and my mom came over to me. She played with my feet, laughed at me, and called me her little trouble maker. I like my mother and father. I never had one in my other world. I was a foster.. my mom was a druggie and my dad.... let's just say his hands are not the cleanest and he had to pay for his crimes. Never met my grandparents, and they didn't want to meet me and all of the foster parents I had were just in it for the money the government gives, so yeah. Here with these people I felt loved, I'm happy.
My mom wiped my bottom, put on powder and did all the necessaries on changing me and putting me into an outfit that she thought was cute. It was a light blue onsie with a knife on the front in the shape of a diamond. It kind of looks like a kunai off of Naruto. Wait... Could.... Naw, I could have.
My mom took me into the living room and put me on the floor with a blanket underneath me. She left the room and soon came back with a bottle. A BOTTLE! I am so glad she isn't breastfeeding. Yes, I may like her, but I am not sucking someone's tit. She picked me up and sat down on the rocking chair that was in the corner of the room. She cradled me in her arms and put the bottle to my lips. The warm liquid of the baby formula rushed into my mouth as I had just realized how hungry I was. I don't know when my father had come into the room, but when he did, he took me from my mother's arms and sat down on the couch as my mother left for what I had assumed was the kitchen.
My father cooed saying how he was going to get back at me when I was older in a baby voice.
Haha challenge accepted.
