Makes Sarah take a bath.

My gut dropped in my stomach as I heard this words. I could not, would not, be Lidia's baby doll again. I just didn't know what I could do about it. I knew that as I sat there, my mom was likely calling the governmental Demotion Bureau and reporting that I was now legally to be viewed as a 10-year-old girl. In the eyes of the world, I was suddenly nothing more than a 10-year-old. Actually, no, it was worse. I was viewed as an adult who couldn't be trusted to act more mature than a 10-year-old. I knew from my experience witnessing what other demotees went through, people treated demotees much harsher and with much less trust than children who were the same age. And, frankly, who could blame them, children couldn't help their immaturity whereas demotees had earned their treatment.

Coming back to the present, I shivered as I felt the puddle of urine I was sitting in drying. I looked up at Lidia and almost cried at her sadistic grin. What was I going to do?

"Alright Little Miss Piddle Pants, first things first, let's get you cleaned up. Get off the bed and let Miss Lidia take off your clothes," Lidia instructed me. I knew resisting at this point would only make it worse, so I complied.

I got up off the bed and spread my legs and Lidia beant down and pulled down my wet panties.

"Oh, I see we have a little big girl hair down here. We'll have to take care of that this morning too!" Lidia announced. I just turned red with shame. "Alright baby, arms up!"

I lifted my arms and allowed Lidia to take the nightshirt off of me, over my head. As the bottom hem of the shirt passed my face, I felt the fabric, wet from where it had soaked up my urine, touch the skin of my cheek. I grimaced at the feel.

"Good girl! So obedient, just like I remember! Now, Sarah, I need you to keep doing what I am saying. You see, I have a few friends that were demoted, just like you, and they go to the same demotee school and daycare I am SURE your Mommy is going to be sending you to soon. If I talk to them, I am sure I can convince them to make your life a living hell. Fuck, I bet I can even get you demoted further if I tried," Lidia said with a disarmingly friendly tone.

I gritted my teeth, but I knew that Lidia was right. She was popular, and she had power. Just like when I was really a kid, it would not be hard for her to ruin my life. Plus, based on the fact that Mom already had supplies to demote me, I was certain she wouldn't complain if Lidia found a way to justify treating me even younger.

"Yes, Miss Lidia, I understand," I said as I stood in front of my tormentor, my small naked frame on display as I tried to cover my exposed breasts and groin as best I could.

"With that in mind, this is what we are going to do. You need a bath. I am going to get you a bubble bath going, and you are going to get yourself clean while I get the boxes from the attic your mom talked about. Are you a big enough girl I can trust you to clean yourself?" Lidia asked.

I responded quickly, "Of course I am!"

"Good. Then, when you are nice and clean, you will meet me in your room, and we will talk about what the rest of our weekend looks like. Don't worry, we are going to have tons of fun together!" Lidia said as she ruffled my hair like a child.. I couldn't help but hear something menacing in her tone as she said it. "Good, let's go then."

I followed Lidia to the bathroom and stood behind her like the good little girl she wanted to be as she drew a bubble bath with all of the skill of and experienced babysitter. I held her hand as she helped guide my naked body into the warm water, then laid down in the tub and closed my eyes.

"I know the warm water feels good after a stressful morning, baby girl, but, remember you are in there to get clean. Scrub all of that icky potty off your body first, then you can play in the tub," Lidia directed, handing me a damp wash cloth and tear free soap.

Lidia left the room, and I did as she asked. I washed my whole body and hair, letting the soap and warm water wash over me. When I was done, I leaned back in the tub and closed my eyes. The water felt good. It felt good to be clean. For a moment, I could still pretend I was the capable 18 year old woman going off the college instead of the adult child that my mom and Lidia were going to reduce me to.

As I laid in the tub, I could hear Lidia moving around the house. I tried my best to ignore the sound of heavy objects moving and cardboard boxes opening. However, with ever slam of a heavy object hitting the ground and every laugh from Lidia, I became more and more concerned about what I would be walking into when I finally got out of the bath.

I didn't have to wait long. After about 30 minutes in the bath, Lidia walked through the bathroom door.

"Alright, bath time is over! Did you get yourself all clean like a big girl?" Lidia asked.

I sighed, "Yes, Miss Lidia."

Lidia walked over and helped me stand up in the bath. She inspected me like a babysitter would a child who she didn't trust to clean herself. It was such a jarring and frustrating transition from her treating nome as an adult just the night before.

"Good job! You got yourself all nice and clean! I'm proud of you! Now, let's get you dried off and we can go see your new room! Are you excited?" Lidia asked as she helped me step out of the tub and wrapped me in the towel.

"No," I said truthfully and Lidia through the towel over my head and started aggressively drying me off like a toddler.

"Oh, don't be fussy! You're the naughty one who couldn't keep her bed dry. Why don't you just embrace your new life? Think about it? You get to be a little girl again. No big girl school, no big girl bills, no big girl responsibilities? You get to play ALL of the fun kid games you want! It's great," Lidia said as she continued to dry me off. I choose not to dignify her lecture with a response.

Once I was deemed acceptably dry by Lidia, she wrapped me in the towel and beckoned me to follow her to my room. When I stepped into my room, I was shocked. Gone was my mature room, decorated with my academic trophies, posters of my college, and photos of my few friends. Instead, I walked into an oasis for a grade school girl.

Instead of my plain white comforter and matching pillowcases, my bed was now covered with a My Little Pony duvet. My walls were covered with posters of everything from My Little Pony to Barbie to Bratz dolls. Where my laptop once sat on my desk was a sketchbook with cartoon kittens on it next to boxes of crayons, colored pencils, and markers. In one corner of my room, where once a disused guitar sat, there was instead a large doll house. Another corner was filled with stuffed animals and dolls. I couldn't see inside my closet, but, given the sudden, drastic change Lidia had made to my room, I was horrified about what had happened to my wardrobe.

All I could think to myself was why was my mom so prepared to demote me?

I didn't have long to dwell on that thought though before my eyes drifted to my bed again, and I noticed something I hadn't before. Laying on my bed was a large diaper, clearly meant for a person my size, with the word 'BABY' written across the butt. Next to it was a pastel pink onesie, also, clearly large enough to fit me, and a large pacifier.

I turned to Lidia, almost certain I knew what she was going to say next. She had a huge grin on her face.

"I know 10-year-old girls just LOVE to play house, and, being a good babysitter, I figured I'd agree to play house with you," Lidia stated, "But, obviously, if we are playing house this weekend, I am going to be the Mommy and you'll be the baby. I even found you a costume! Isn't that great?"