Not only was your bed wet, but your boxers were soggy too! Wait. Those weren't boxers. We're you wearing a diaper. What was going on? Why were you wearing a diaper? These questions overwhelmed you. You burst into tears, unable to control your sniveling face, or puffy, red eyes. Your mother came rushing in, and picked you up with incredible strength. How did she do that? Why was she treating you like a baby? These questions only added on to the pressure.
"Shhh. Miles, it's okay. It's okay to cry. It'll all be over soon. You'll be my baby girl. It's okay. Don't try to resist. It's going to happen. Okay? Good." She put you back onto your bed, which had become a crib. You didn't understand what your mother had said. You didn't understand English anymore. But the way she said it was so soothing. It had calmed you down.
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