I am in the backseat of Aunt Cheryl's car. The day finally arrived. I'm going to my old house. I hope I can finally return to normal. I don't know how much time had passed since I swapped lives with my baby cousin Emily But now I am treated like Cheryl's little baby and Emily is living my life. I don't know how she is handling the swap.

I don't think there have been any changes to me. I am just forced to live by the rules of Emily's life. That means if a baby, a little over a year old, can't do a thing, I can't be seen doing it either. My life has become a frustrating mess. I am fully able to walk and talk and think just like any other fourteen-year-old boy, but I am seen and treated like a fourteen-month-old baby girl.

How did I get into this predicament? I received a power that allowed me to swap any trait with anyone else as long as they agreed to the swap. I didn't intend to swap with the baby, but before I knew it, I wasn't a teen any longer. I was for all intents and purposes a baby.

Looking down at myself, I know what I am wearing. I saw it when Aunt Cheryl (who thinks she is my mom) put it on me. It's a ruffly sleeved t-shirt with an oval neck and a picture of two cherries hugging each other paired with soft ruffle shorts with elasticized waist and leg holes and no fly opening. Under that, I am wearing a thick diaper although I know perfectly well how to 'potty', not that I'm allowed to potty. There are baby sandals on my feet, earring studs in my ears, and hair clips in my hair.

"Are we there yet?" I ask. But I know that no one can make out my words clearly. Mommy knows her baby as well as anyone and can usually decipher what I am saying, but not always.

Aunt Cheryl ignores what I am asking as if it's just baby babble.

Aunt Cheryl pulls into the driveway and gets out. I am strapped into the baby seat in the back. At this stage of development, I'm not allowed to unfasten the restraints. She opens the door closest to me and let's me out. She gives me my teddy bear to hold. I have to take it. Then she lifts me out of the car and carries me to the door. I don't know how this is possible as I'm still 14, but due to the magic, she manages it. I can't see the door, as I am positioned over her shoulder. I can only see the car as we walk away from it.

***KNOCK KNOCK***

I can hear the door open and we walk in.

"Hellwap Aanna Seryl," I hear. But I know it's Emily greeting Aunt Cheryl at the door as I would have, if I was in her place. The place that should be mine. I can see her as I am still looking over Aunt Cheryl's shoulder.

"Emily, you have to swap back with me!" I shout. Aunt Cheryl didn't understand a word I said. I should not be capable of speaking so coherently.

I don't know if Emily heard me or not. But nothing happened. I need to talk to her more directly.

Aunt Cheryl sat on the couch next to Sharon, the woman who should be my mom. I am positioned on her lap. I can see the room. "Where did Emily go?" It didn't matter if I said the words or just thought it, no one can understand me anyway. The life of a baby is very frustrating. It's even worse in my position where I understand everything that is going on and can't do anything about it.

"Down," I say.

That was one word and direction that everyone should be able to understand at my age. Trying to say something like, "Please, put me on the floor," is useless. Sticking to single words or maybe a couple of words strung together is my best hope.

"You want to explore?" Aunt Cheryl asked.

"No Shit Sherlock," is what I said as I nod. I knew she wouldn't understand me exactly. But it should do the trick. That is if Aunt Cheryl wants to. Just because I ask, doesn't mean Aunt Cheryl is going to do what I want. I'm totally in her control. As far as anyone knows, I'm just her adorable little baby. She loves me, but what I want doesn't matter too much.

Thankfully, Aunt Cheryl puts me on the floor after removing my shoes. My real mom doesn't like people walking on the floors inside her house in shoes. Not even little babies.

I walk around the room. I can't see Emily anywhere. I look into the kitchen (which can be seen from the living room.) She isn't there. She must be in my old room. I start heading in that direction, but I am immediately grabbed by the arm by Aunt Cheryl and dragged back to the couch.

"Mustn't leave Mommy's sight," she tells me.

"OK," I told her. She seemed satisfied to let me roam again as long as I stayed 'close'.

I wish Emily would come around, so I can 'talk' with her. I have no idea how she is handling being a teenager. I wonder if it's harder for her than it is for me. I guess I should just be happy that she hasn't already walked into traffic. She is still a baby. I really don't know at this point who is the real baby, me or Emily.

While walking aimlessly, just waiting for Emily to show her head, a feeling came over me. I knew what it was. I had to go. It has happened before. Instead of doing what I wanted to do. What I was quite capable of doing, I was compelled to stop my pacing, stand in place and squat a little bit. I had already let my bladder loose. There wasn't any point in resisting. But for number two, I had to actively push it into my diaper. I didn't want to do it, but I had to. The magic was too strong. I always knew it was. After all, everyone was treating me like a baby. I clearly wasn't, that didn't matter. If the magic could do that, forcing me to do 'what comes naturally' couldn't be prevented.