Roy entered the bathroom and found that water had already been drawn in the tub. His girlfriend Jean had invited him to take a bath with her, so he doffed his clothes and climbed in. The warm water, he thought, felt rejuvenating.
A minute later, Roy smiled as he saw a naked little baby girl toddle into the bathroom. 'Who are you?' he grinned. 'It's me, Jean,' the baby said in a squeaky voice. 'How come?' Roy asked. 'It's a wong stowy,' Jean replied.
Roy suddenly found the situation funny. His stacked girlfriend had lost her 40-24-36 figure and was now an infant. 'You're not half the woman I thought you were,' Roy giggled. 'Not funny,' Jean protested. 'Looks like you could use a padded bra,' Roy snickered. 'Stop that,' Jean whined.
'I can see it now. I take you to dinner. I tell the waiter, 'I'll have the chateaubriand and my date will have Gerber's chicken goop with a side of strained carrots.' And then the sommelier will ask me to approve your afterdinner drink, suggesting, 'Emfamil 1999. A very good year!' Roy said, as he began to laugh uncontrollably. 'But...' Jean protested with a tear in her eye.
'I wonder if Fredrick's of Hollywood makes pink lace training pants,' Roy guffawed, sliding deeper into the water in the tub.
Baby Jean crossed her arms over what was left of her
12-month-old
chest. 'Vewy funny. I fiwwed the tub with water and added this
new bath salt and cwimbed in. And soon, I shwunk into a baby.
So I went to warn you,' Jean explained. 'But since you think tuwning
into a baby is so funny, weww...'