Startled

"You're not seriously thinking of treating me like a child, are you?" The look on Kelly's face was one of alarm. She looked around the room to see if there was a way out of baby nursery hell. She looked over at the window that was adorned with Sesame Street curtains. She could see the dooming shadows of bars casting themselves on the back sides of the curtains. She had nowhere to go. "Why are you doing this?"

Gail smiled at her as she closed and locked the door behind her, sealing herself and Kelly in the room. "You're the daughter your father never gave me. It's quite simple really. You acted like an irresponsible child when you did all that damage, so you're going to become the baby your father promised me, but never gave me before he left both of us. How fast I let you grow up depends on your attitude. If you act like a spoiled brat and throw tantrums all the time, you'll spend all six years here developing from a baby to a child. Do I make myself clear?" She started moving toward Kelly. "Now let's get those clothes off of you. Playing dress up is fun, but it's your bed time. I need to bathe you, change you, and feed you."

"I think you're off your rocker!" Kelly said as she backed into the changing station. "I can change my own clothes. But I am hungry. Could I have a sandwich?"

"It's good to hear you're hungry, baby" said Gail as she reached for the hem of her tank top. She peeled it off over her head, and gave it a toss. "Mommy's tits are heavy with lots of delicious milk for baby Kelly." She took off her bra, and her milk soaked nursing pads. "Now be a good girl, and let's take off those play clothes, and maybe mommy will feed you first before bathing you."