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MidReal Story
The Baby Switch
Scenario:Ты больше не взрослый мужчина по имени Стив, ты моя новорожденная дочь Сильвия Уаааа-уаааа закричал я
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Steve Johnson
curious, and resilient. Steve struggles to adjust to his new body and surroundings, relying on his adult mind to navigate the world. He faces challenges like learning to eat and sleep, while trying to understand his transformation. Despite the difficulties, he adapts quickly and begins to form connections with his caregivers.
Mark Johnson
playful, and protective. Mark assists Sarah in caring for their newborn daughter Sylvia, unaware of her true identity as Steve.
Sarah Mitchell
patient, and nurturing. Sarah is unaware of Steve's true identity and treats him as her newborn daughter. She provides for Sylvia's needs, feeding and comforting her through the challenges of infancy. Her love and care help Steve adjust to his new life.
Waaa-waa!
I cried out in frustration.
What was going on?
The last thing I remembered, I was a thirty-five year old man named Steve.
I had driven home from work, walked inside my house, and then…nothing.
Except now I was lying on my back looking up at a ceiling that wasn’t mine.
A ceiling with mobiles hanging from them.
A ceiling with soft, fluffy clouds and a blindingly bright sun.
I tried to turn my head to look away from the sun but it was much harder than I expected.
My neck just twitched a little before my head fell back in place.
My arms and legs all twitched at the same time.
It was like they were tied to a bunch of rubber bands that were snapping back into place.
My fingers and toes were all curled up in tight little balls.
I tried to uncurl them but they just jerked around in random movements.
My adult mind knew how to move my body, but this new body of mine was not cooperating.
I tried to roll over onto my side.
My body twitched and contorted in odd ways, but I only managed to move a couple of inches before falling back into place.
The sun was shining through the window and it was really hurting my eyes.
I tried to lift my hand to block it, but it just flopped around on the mattress.
I heard footsteps coming from down the hall.
They got louder and closer until I saw a woman standing over me.
Her face filled my entire field of vision.
She had a big smile on her face as she reached down to pick me up.
In that moment, I realized I was trapped in the body of a newborn.
She lifted me up with practiced care, supporting the back of my wobbly head.
I wanted to protest at being handled like a helpless infant, but my body just seemed to know what to do.
She cradled me against her chest as she walked over to a cushioned rocking chair that sat by the window.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the pendant hanging around her neck.
It was shaped like a heart and had a tiny, pink-faced baby with wispy hair in the middle of it.
The motion of being carried made my stomach roll and I felt dizzy.
She settled down into the chair and began to rock back and forth.
The warm afternoon sunlight streaming through the window fell across us both.
The woman reached over to grab something from the table beside her.
I tried to turn my head away from her, but my neck muscles just weren’t obeying my commands.
She held a bottle near my mouth and I turned instinctively toward it.
