I have the phone in my hand, now who should I call? What should I say?
I'll call my girlfriend. I punch in the number with my tiny fingers and wait for what seems an eternity for her to pick up the phone.
"Hello?" She answers. Her voice sounds so good to me. I must stay calm. My tongue is thick and the more excited I get, the more difficult it is to speak. I try desperately to come up with the words to efficiently convey my situation, before SHE steps back into the room.
I need to tell her that I've somehow been transformed into a baby, a baby girl of all things! A woman I met in a bar on the weekend has held me captive for 3 days. But what in the world can I say to make her believe the unbelievable?
"Lisa, I need your help...." In a whisper the words tumble from my mouth, but they were clear and I silently prayed that she could understand me.
"Who is this?" She asked, after a long pause.
"It's Sam," I croaked. "You're not going to believe this..."
"Didn't your mommy ever tell you shouldn't play with the phone?" Lisa interrupts.
Suddenly SHE is above me. She reaches down and pulls the phone from my hands, giving me a look of disapproval that I know will soon be followed by punishment. Her frown is replaced by a bright smile as she raises the phone to speak.
"Hello, can I help you?" HER smile broadens when she recognizes the voice on the other end of the line. "Yes, that was Samantha. She found my phone in my purse, the little devil! Well at least she called you, so there's no damage done!" SHE pauses, listening to Lisa, then nods her head vigorously up and down. "I couldn't agree with you more, if she were just a few months younger then we wouldn't have to worry about this type of thing. I'll take care of it tonight." Another long pause. "She's adjusting perfectly. Of course, taking away another 3 or 4 months is going to restrict her mobility and she won't be able to talk. She's not gong to be too happy about that. But I still think that I can deliver her to you on Friday." She looks at me while listening to Lisa, give me another angry look, and silently shakes her finger at me. "Yes, I'll bring a couple of outfits that fit her. You can go shopping this weekend...just have lots of diapers."
SHE hangs up. Turns her back to me, she walks from the room, only to quickly return with the paddle. It is a ping-pong paddle I think, and she's lightly tapping it against the palm of her free hand.
"I leave you alone for just a minute to get your pajamas and you get into mischief, baby girl," she grins. "You're in for a spanking. You should know my rules by now." She steps toward the bed, and effortlessly flips me to my stomach. "I think in the morning you'll find it much easier to be a good girl." For just an instant I thought about what she said and her conversation with Lisa just minutes ago. Then the paddle slaps my tender skin and all I can think about is the pain.