✅ The Baby Makers

Accidents Can Happen

"Aren't you clever, trying so hard on your picture?" Phil asked, and Stacie beamed in delight. "Would you like to be littler, so you don't need to think so hard? I bet you'd be even cuter." Phil asked, and Stacie nodded, not taking her eyes off the picture this time. "That's good. But as you get any littler, you'll only be able to grasp crayons in your fist, and you won't be able to make the lines go where you want."

The giant room was getting even bigger as Stacie felt herself getting even smaller. The desk felt like it was getting bigger around her as well, so she had to stretch to reach the other side of her piece of paper. She tried to colour in the grass, but just like Phil had said she couldn't hold onto the crayon any more. Her fingers were too clumsy, and the green went skittering away over the desktop and fell on the floor. She tried again, picking up a different one. And this time, she managed to wrap her hand around it. But when she moved it towards the pages, the blue-green lines weren't where she wanted them to be. She started to pout at the page, worried that Phil might not be able to tell what the picture was. She wanted to be littler, because that was what Doctor Phil wanted to happen, but she needed to do a picture for him.

"Don't worry, little one," his hands were on her shoulders, gently reassuring. "As you get younger, you'll find that you're so excited and proud of being able to make colours on the page, it doesn't matter if it's a picture or a scribble, you'll be so happy that you can draw and you'll know it's perfect."

Stacie nodded, but there were too many words there for her to take in. She only had a little head, she couldn't think about complicated things. But she could feel herself getting smaller, and Phil's hands seemed like he was a giant now. A wonderful, clever giant to look after her and make sure she was happy. She wanted to draw the best picture ever for him, to show him how much she loved him.

She'd already made a good start, with blue bits and green bits and red bits on the paper. There was a yellow bit too, for the sun, but that was only a little bit. The picture needed more sun, she thought, so she grabbed the yellow crayon between her hands and, after a couple of tries, put some yellow swirls around the two stick figures. It was so bright and colourful, she couldn't help smiling. And she knew those stick figures would be happy And then she picked up a different colour that she couldn't remember the name of now, like bright flowers.

She liked flowers, and she liked how the paper smelled like flowers when she drew them. She took a deep breath, and then scrawled a big spiral over the picture, an extra large flower to make it extra sweet. It was so easy to put these bright colours on the page, and she knew it looked beautiful. Then she picked up a different crayon in each hand, and tried to get on as much colour as she could onto the page. In a few minutes, the page was almost full with a wonderful swirl of bright colours. There were shapes that could be flowers everywhere, and a big man and a little girl in the middle.

Stacie turned and held the page out to show Phil, and she could see the joy in his eyes when he looked at it.

"Oh wow," he grinned, "You really are a brilliant artist! Do you want to do another one, or is there something else you'd like to try?"

"Oh yeah!" Stacie babbled with a grin, and hopped down from her seat. "Can I..." and then she stopped just as quickly ask she'd started, the sudden movement bringing something else to her attention. This time she blushed, embarrassed to ask, but "Umm... where's the little girls room?"

"Everywhere here is for little girls. Or, do you need the bathroom?" Stacie blushed as he asked. Even if she was that little now, she wasn't used to having to ask anymore. But she nodded, and Phile continued: "Well, I can show you the way. Can you go like a big girl, or do you need help?"

"No!" Now the blush was a crimson fire spreading across her face. "I'm not that little, I can go by myself. You don't need to..." Stacie mumbled, not knowing how to put her feelings into words. She didn't want to always be asking Phil to help her, she wanted to make him happy.

"Oh, you're so cute. Don't worry, Stacie, you don't need to pretend to be a big girl anymore. If you want, you can be the sweetest little baby for me and forget about all the scary grown-up stuff. Do you want to keep on feeling littler for me, Stacie?"

"Yeah!" she answered instantly, and nodded faster than ever. She had no doubts about anything, especially about wanting to be a good little girl and make Doctor Phil proud of her. "But... but I'm a big girl, I got to ..."

"You don't have to do everything, Stacie. You don't have to do anything, you can just let me take care of everything, because you're a sweet little girl and I'm your babysitter today. You're so cute, and I can help you be even littler and cuter if you want. You'd love to be a perfect little one for me, wouldn't you Stacie? So, do you want me to help you go to the bathroom?"

"I..." she started, and then giggled and blushed a little. Even hearing her name was reassuring, a reminder that she could do anything Phil wanted. But she knew that even if she was littler, even if it was harder, she wanted to prove just how big she was. Hoping that Phil wouldn't mind, she mumbled: "I can be cuter? But I still wanna try. I can do it myself. Is that okay?"

"Are you sure? Because you look like an adorable toddler who's only just old enough to use the potty." Phil paused for a smile, and Stacie looked down at her hands. She couldn't stop smiling when Phil called her adorable, or when he said anything nice about her. She was happy to be called adorable if it made him smile, and excited to find out what else he wanted to show her. Then he continued: "You might try to go by yourself, but if you get any littler you're going to have a little accident."

Just like that, Stacie's confused, blushing excitement was replaced by too many things for her mind to keep track of. The moment of dizziness as the room got bigger around her; the sight of her hands getting even smaller; the sweet-smelling pink fog blowing through her mind to take away a few more grown-up worries; and the feeling of leggings clinging to her legs, soaked with hot pee.