I looked on in horror as the giant woman showed me a baby pink dress. I tried to protest but the woman shoved the pacifier back into my mouth before I could utter a word. "There, there, little one." cooing me, she said. "I know you are not a girl but its all I have at the moment."
A sigh of relief escaped my lips. "At least she knows the difference between genders." blushing brightly, I thought. "Maybe she'll get me something more suitable later."
I did not struggle as she placed the pink dress onto me but I could not help blush at how cute it made me look. As she stood me up to straighten the dress out, she looked into my eyes with a curious expression on her face. "You seem very intelligent for a baby." thoughtful, she said. "Can you tell me how old you are?"
I nodded, though I did not speak her language, and tapped my foot fifteen times. Fortunately for me, the woman understood what I was trying to convey. "You are fifteen?" surprised, the woman asked. she blushed, raising a hand to her mouth, stifling a giggle. "Oh my! You are so small, I just assumed you were a baby!" her giggles turned into laughter. "This is so embarrassing! My first contact with an alien and I mortify him by confusing him for a baby!"
I could not help laugh myself, through the pacifier. The situation I was in was funny, now that I had a chance to really think about it. Finally, she and I managed to compose ourselves and she looked at me rather lovingly. "Well, young man, we'll just have to find a universal translator." smiling, she said. "Until then, you will just have to endure being my baby girl."
I gulped at that but, assuming everything on this world was giant sized, I would not last long on my own so I nodded my approval. The woman smiled. "Good girl." giggling, she said. "You're so cute." then she turned serious. "My name is Tracey, by the way. Universal translators are hard to come by so it may take a while, is that fine by you?"
Sighing, I gave Tracey a nod and she smiled. "I think we better start with something to eat." lifting me out of the crib, she said. "Now, I know you are fifteen. However, due to your tiny size, I doubt you would be able to digest anything short of what we consider to be baby food." she then giggled. "Maybe I can find something easier for you to take down."
Although I shuddered at the thought, I could not deny Tracey's logic and I merely nodded. "This is going to be a loon day." sighing, I thought. "I hope the baby food here tastes good."
With that, Tracey sat down in a chair with me in her lap and produced....
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