I love the feeling of a heavy, soggy diaper. I wish I could get picked up and carried to the changing table. Once you’re done changing me, I’d wrap my arms and legs around you and lay my head on your shoulder as you took me over to my crib. The feeling of the incredibly soft mattress and stuffies makes me feel so small. Laying down and looking up at you, I can’t help but giggle as you tickle me and blow raspberries on my stomach. Before you leave me for the night, I feel you put cuffs on my wrists and ankles. A frightened, concerned look washes over my face and you slip my paci into my mouth. It has a strange taste to it I managed to mutter a few words before you slip my paci between my lips. “Why da cuffs?” As soon as my tongue and lips meet the nipple of my paci, I notice it has a strange taste. Just a few minutes ago I could speak clearly but now I’m mumbling like a toddler. Through my paci, I try to say… “what’s happening to me”?