ou look around your room, trying to figure out what it is that Sara wants to show you. Then, you notice something that definitely wasn't there before - a crib. What is going on? Why is there a crib in your room?
You start to feel uneasy as Sara looks at you with a wicked grin on her face. "Do you like your new bed, little brother?" she says, emphasizing the last two words.
"What are you talking about?" you ask, not sure if you want to know the answer.
"The crib, silly!" Sara says, pointing to the new addition in your room. "It's perfect for you, don't you think?"
You feel yourself shrinking again as she speaks, and you realize that this was her plan all along - to shrink you and put you in a crib like a baby. You try to back away, but Sara grabs you by the arm and pulls you closer to the crib.
"Come on, it'll be fun!" she says, practically dragging you towards the crib. "We can play baby together!"
You shake your head, trying to resist her grip. "No, I don't want to play baby," you say, struggling to break free.
Sara just laughs and shrinks you again, making it even harder for you to resist. "Oh, come on, it's just a little game," she says, her tone playful but also condescending. "You'll love it, I promise."
You glance around the room, looking for a way out. You spot the window, but it's too high up to reach. Then, you see the door and realize that you might have a chance to escape. You take a deep breath, brace yourself, and make a run for it.
You manage to break free from Sara's grip and sprint towards the door. She tries to grab you again, but you're too quick for her. You reach the door and turn the handle, but it's locked.
"Ha! Nice try, little brother," Sara says, catching up to you. "But you're not going anywhere."
You turn around to face her, trying to think of a way out of this situation. You notice that she's holding something in her hand - a pacifier.
"Open wide," she says, holding the pacifier in front of you. "It's time for your nap."
You shake your head, but she's already shrunken you again, making it easier for her to put the pacifier in your mouth. You try to spit it out, but she holds it firmly in place.
"Good boy," she says, patting you on the head. "Now, let's get you into your crib."
You try to resist, but you're too small and weak to fight back. Sara easily lifts you up and places you in the crib, pulling the rail up to keep you inside. You feel humiliated and trapped, but you don't know what to do.
Sara stands there for a moment, admiring her handiwork. "You look so cute in there," she says, giggling. "I should do this more often."
You try to protest, but the pacifier muffles your voice. You feel helpless and alone, trapped in your own room by your own family.
Sara then
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