You may have reluctantly agreed to accept a job babysitting your neighbor, but that doesn’t mean that you have to be nice to me! Not only will you not play with me, you won’t even change me! You tell me to wait until my Step-Mommy comes home. Then you just straight up start picking on me—you even take my bottle! I warn you not to. I swear that you will regret it if you drink it, but you do it anyway. Then we both start to feel a little...odd.

My clothes start getting smaller and smaller. My overalls start popping off and my diaper gets too tight . Am I getting taller or are you get... Show more