"Hello, Danny. I see you noticed my bracelet. I guess you can call it that." Allison told her big brother.

What Danny saw strapped to Allison's wrist was a circular band with three buttons: a red one, a yellow one, and a green one, like the colors of a traffic light.

"Allison, get out of here. I'm busy." Danny didn't care a bit about his little sister's jewelry.

Allison continued to talk, ignoring Danny's interruption. "It's not jewelry at all. It's a device. It allows me to control things. More accurately, it allows me to control people. When I press any of the buttons, I can put thoughts or commands right into their head..."

"Go away. I have better things to do than listen to your nonsense."

"You see when I press the green one, the thoughts would go into your head, but you wouldn't know anything is wrong or has changed."

"I'm not buying anything you are saying."

Danny was mad, but he didn't think to get up out of his bed to force Allison out of his room.

"Using the green button is amusing. Watching you do all sorts of things without knowing what you're doing is so much fun. With the yellow button, you know something is wrong, but you can't tell what. The red button is the worst. With the red button, not only would you do as I demand, but you would know what is happening as you do it."

"Doing what?"

"Do you always dress yourself.'

Danny thought what she asked was a particularly odd question. He looked at what he was wearing If looked fine, although it seemed a little tight on him.

"I do," Danny told her tentatively.

"So you always wear lacy crop tops with a scalloped hem and Capri-length floral leggings in pastel colors?"

"Not always."

"You know you are wearing a sports bra and a pair of panties."

"I know, so what?"

"Those were my clothes."

"No, they weren't."

Allison giggled. "What type of clothes do you keep in your drawers." "Normal stuff."

"Let's look, shall we."

Allison walked over to Danny's drawer and opened up the top one. She pulled out a couple of pairs of men's briefs. "Isn't this what you wear?"

"NO!" Despite arguing with Allison and wanting her out of his room, Danny never stood up. "How about these T-shirts?"

"I wear T-shirts sometimes."

"I guess you do, but not like these. You don't have to worry about any of these things. You won't be wearing my panties anymore."

"These aren't yours."

"Suit yourself."

"I sent Mom out to get you new stuff. She'll get everything you need."

"Let me make a few changes." Allison pressed the red button and then started to speak. "Danny, you will act like a happy baby. One that is nine months old. The only sounds you will make will be baby babble. You will have difficulty walking. You're not potty trained. You will know what is going on but you won't be able to do anything about it. As you are a happy baby, you won't cry very often, only if your baby's needs are not being met, such as when your diaper is flooded, or you are very hungry, or you hurt yourself."

Allison released the button. "Let's see did I forget anything?"

"BAAAA HOOOOO GAAAA HEEEEHHHH" was Danny's response. The effect of the button was immediate.

"Mom will be home with everything you need. She thinks it's normal for you, a nineteen-year-old man, to be treated like a baby. As far as she knows, she has always treated you like this. "WAAAA HOOO FAAAA"

"What was that?"

"I guess you are saying you don't like that."

"Couldn't you wait for Mom to get here, look at what you did? You wet yourself. I can't change you. Mom's still out. I'll sit with you until she gets back."