It was midnight and Alex was rummaging though the refrigerator. He pulls out the milk to pour it into a glass.
"Honey, milk will give you nightmares if you drink it before you sleep." His mother warned him.
"That's nothing but a myth, mom." Alex replied as he took a chug from the glass.
"Ok, but don't say I did'n warn you. Good night, Alex." his mother told him as she headed out the kitchen.
"Good night, mom." Alex put the glass in the sink and milk back in the refrigerator. He went up to his room and slipped into his bed.
That night he had strange dreams of himself in diapers playing with baby toys. He was still his age and height, but everyone talked to him as if he was a baby. No one we talk to would believe that he was really seventeen. Alex woke with a shock. He felt his face covered in cold sweat.
"What a nightmare! Glad that's over." He told himself. Then Alex noticed what seemed to be his own room, but soon realized that several things are wrong.
First, he was wearing a powder blue footed sleeper and thick diaper underneath. He was in a large crib with baby blankets that had yellow duck patterns on them. He tries to get out, but the crib is locked. Alex looks outside his crib and sees a changing table, a toy box, and a rocking chair.
"What is going on? Why is my room like this?" Shouted Alex. Just then.....
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