It had been only several months since Steffy had "bounced" at the age of seventeen months. So now at the ripe old age of nineteen months, Steffy was content with her new life. At first the usually happy all the time Steffy had been not herself. Literally of course this was somewhat true, the difference between a baby and a Fifty-something adult was huge. But more to the point, Steffy had not been happy. She was cranky and crying constantly. Nothing appeased the newly born toddler. She was a real pill to everyone.

This slowly changed, she adapted and began to enjoy the new life she was stuck with. She learned the pleasures of the diapered set. In short: the lack of responsibilities, even towards taking care of your own poop. The making a mess and not having to clean it up and running around naked. And when all else failed to make her happy, there was always a warm bottle of milk, or a soft plush teddy bear or being held by her mommy. When these weren't around, then she relied on her binky to do the trick of soothing her temperament.

So, as Steffy sat content within her crib, drinking a bottle of milk before bed. Secure within her fleece sleeper, right down to her toes and with a firm though loving grip on good ol' teddy. She did not expect or desire anything to change.

But,...

The first thing she noticed was that her diaper felt a little tight against her pee-pee. She heard the tapes pop open and watched as her sleeper began to rip as she was starting to be to big to fit into the garment any longer.

She dropped her bottle in shock and proceeded to wet herself for the final time. The pee puddled under her tushie and soaked into her fleece sleeper and the open diaper she once wore.

Meanwhile her body was gaining mass and her baby fat was leaving her as her body became ever more grown-up. Now her hair was growing, thickening and lengthening, until it reached her shoulders.

The process was quick. She grew-up again in a mere two or three minutes compared to the months it had taken for her to regress to babyhood.

Soon, she was full grown again, reaching the age of twenty-three. Sitting there she realized that her mental age had not yet caught up with her pretty young adult body. This realization was less a conscious thought then it was a response to her uncomfortable and scary situation. She did what any nineteen month old might do when confronted with something they did not understand or like. She cried her eyes out.

Her cries for: "MOMMMY! MOMMMMY!" Quickly brought her teenage daughter, Angie. When Angie reached the doorway, she nearly fell down in shock. The tiny toddler she expected was gone, replaced by a giant. A very upset one at that. She didn't know what to do except to push down the side of the crib so her "Mother" could get out. Which was easier said than done. Steffy was reluctant to leave the familiarity of her crib and screamed all the more at Angie's attempts to remove her.

Twenty minutes later, Steffy was convinced after having calmed down enough to notice the wetness under her tushie, which had grown cold. She awkwardly stepped down from the crib and allowed herself to be led to the bathroom. Angie as quick as possible drew a bath and put her "Mother" in the water. The hot water was very soothing and relaxing and the last of Steffy's tears disappeared soon afterwards.

She stayed in the tub for nearly two hours. By the end her mind had more or less returned to its adult state. Within another two days Steffy was fifty something again and growing happier about that by the day. Though there was one side effect of her time as a baby. From that day forward she was never quite as happy a person as before. Her friends and family theorized that she missed being a baby, even though she never would talk about it. They believed this so strongly because she thereafter always carried a binky in her pocket or purse and sometimes would take it out and stick it in her mouth, once in a while even in public.