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Mr. Fluffles Daycare

It’s Robert’s fifth day when he says something.

“Help.”

The daycare worker, a bubbly blonde called Ashley who can’t be older than twenty, pauses as she pulls down the zipper of Robert’s footed pajamas.

She stares, and then she smiles. Because there’s no way the baby just asked for help.

Help. Hep. “Did Bobby just have a burp?” she asks brightly. She pats her own chest. “Are you all burpy?” She pulls the zipper the rest of the way, and then un-tapes Robert’s diaper. She lifts his legs and pulls the diaper away. “You’re all wet, sugar plum! Gonna get you all nice and dry.”

Robert watches the woman work for a few seconds. After a week of this condition, he is used to being handled and he is used to being seen naked. This is the life of a baby. Besides, what is there to hide?

Still, he has business to discuss. Once he is clean and in a fresh diaper, Robert says it again. “Help.” And then he adds some context.

“My girlfriend turned me into a baby.”

Robert’s diction is far from perfect. His tongue is heavy, and he only has a couple of bottom teeth, but it’s clear from Ashley’s wide eyes that the message has gotten through.

Her hand goes back to her chest again. “Oh, wow.” She looks around, but no one else has heard. Amid the other babies, making all their baby noises, this conversation is a private one.

Ashley looks as though she wants to pinch herself. Rub her eyes, wake up from a fantastic dream.

“This is real,” Robert says. “I need your help.”

The woman gives him a pained look, her eyes ready to stop looking so astonished and move onto outright panic. She glances around the nursery, as if she’s about to call for a supervisor. Robert doesn’t blame her; this is definitely above her paygrade. But having heard how the managers talk, he doesn’t trust them as far as his adult self could have thrown them.

He pats her hand, brings her attention back to him. “Zip me up,” says Robert, reaching clumsily for the zipper on his pajamas. “Then take me someplace we can talk. I’ve got a plan.”