You are upset because you've been good to me, hoping I will grow up and start acting like a responsible, grown man. You've finally come to the conclusion that it isn't going to happen. Frustrated, you tell me, “You know, it probably isn't really your fault- you were raised wrong... I think you need to be put in your place!” You tell me that I am acting like an immature, irresponsible and you decided the best thing for me would be to start over. So, you are going to turn me into a little babie.

You start casting your spell and I start to get younger. I get scared and ...

You are upset because you've been good to me, hoping I will grow up and start acting like a responsible, grown man. You've finally come to the conclusion that it isn't going to happen. Frustrated, you tell me, “You know, it probably isn't really your fault- you were raised wrong... I think you need to be put in your place!” You tell me that I am acting like an immature, irresponsible and you decided the best thing for me would be to start over. So, you are going to turn me into a little babie.

You start casting your spell and I start to get younger. I get scared and I beg you to STOP, but you tell me, "Oh, I'm not going to stop! I'm not stopping until you're back in diapers!" I look terrified, but you continue. "Yes, that's right- you're going to be a littlebabie in diapers!" Then you can tease me about how I'll soon be small and helpless. I won't even be able to go to the bathroom on my own. You laugh, “Yes, that's right- big macho man is going to become a drooling babbling babie in diapers! You think those cheap tramps are going to give you a second look, once you're a little in DIAPERS?”

I keep getting younger, and soon, I'm a naked little tanding in front of you. You laugh, “Ha ha! Look at your little dick! You used to be so proud of your manhood. Funny, you'll NEVER have sex with a woman again!” You tell me, "Okay, let's get you in your diapers!" With a wave of your hand, I am suddenly dressed in thick, padded diapers. You laugh, because you see I am struggling to keep my balance and try to walk. I'm screaming at you in a high-pitched, baby voice, saying, “No! No! No!”

You respond, “What do you mean ‘No?' I won't have any more back talk from you! In fact, you're not going to be able to talk at all! No more sass from you, . We're going back to a time when you can only babble like a little baby!” You mock me in baby talk. “Aww, wassa matter? Is the widdle BAA-BEEE too young to talk? That the way it's going to be! You brought this on yourself, so GET USED TO IT! Get used to crawling too,! You're going to be too young to walk.” You wave your hand, and I get younger and smaller. Now you're so little you can barely sit up by yourself! Aww... Why are you crying? You should be happy- you don't have to do ANYTHING for yourself now."

Then you explain how my new life is going to be. You tell me you still love me, but you couldn't stand the immature, irresponsible asshole I had become. You tell me that my “old life” is over- the adult I will soon be gone. You tell me you are going to give me the mind of a tiny baby, but before you do, you wanted me to know something. You are going to be my Step-Mommy and I'll be a babie forever.

I will be your Step-Mommy and I am going to raise you all over again