One Saturday morning, Barbara Leto woke to find that her eldest daughter, Dawn, had made breakfast. Dawn had made eggs, toast, bacon, home fries, orange juice, and coffee, Barbara’s favorite type of breakfast. Barbara and Dawn eat breakfast together. Dawn told Barbara to sit, read the newspaper, while she cleaned up the dishes. After cleaning up, Dawn announced that she had drawn Barbara’s bath for her. Barbara never took baths in the morning, but thanked her daughter anyway. Barbara entered the bathroom and found that Dawn had drawn her a bubble bath. Gratefully, Barbara removed her robe and night gown, sank into the warm, soapy water. Dawn stood outside of the bathroom, waiting.

Finally, she heard her mother cry out with kaughter, “What the hell is this?”

When Dawn entered the bathroom, she saw Barbara holding a yellow, rubber duck in her hand.

Smiling, Dawn said, “That’s something for you to play with while you take your bath.”

“But Dawn,” replied Barbara, “I gave that to you to entertain you while I bathed you when you were just a baby.”

Kneeling down next to the tub, Dawn responded, “That’s right, Sweetie. Now you can play with it while I bath you.”

Dawn picked up a wash cloth and began to rub soap on it.

“You’re not going to wash me!” said Barbara, getting a little angry at her daughter. “Now get out before I er...before I spank you.” ordered Barbara has she started to stand.

“You sit down babykins, before I spank you.” commanded Dawn.

Barbara started to get out of the tub. The soapy water running down her body. “Like hell you’re going to spank me.”

“That’s it.” Dawn said as she grabbed Barbara’s ear.

Before Barbara knew it, Dawn was dragging her out of the tub and into her own bedroom. Dawn sat down on the queen-size bed and pulled her naked mother over her lap. Using just the palm of her hand, Dawn proceeded to spank her mother’s bare, wet bottom. Barbara’s bottom was bright red by the third slap and she was cursing her daughter. By the seventh slap, Barbara was crying and begging Dawn to stop. Dawn spanked Barbara for a full minute. Finally, she stopped and Barbara rolled off her lap and onto the floor. She knelt in front of her daughter, rubbing her bottom with one hand and trying in vain to stop the flood of tears with the other.

Shaking her finger at her mother, Dawn said, “I’m going to bath you. If you misbehave again, babykins, you’ll get another spanking. Do you understand? Now, get into the bathroom.”

Feeling defeated, Barbara stood and started to walked towards the bathroom. She only walked two steps before she found herself being hauled over Dawn’s lap again.

Beginning to spank her mother’ sore red bottom again, Dawn said angrily, “”Babies crawl and you are a baby!”

Barbara cried and said, “All right, I’ll crawl! Stop spanking me Dawn!”

Dawn continued the spanking as she commanded, “”Babies speak baby-talk. And you will call me ‘Mommy’.”

“I won’t talk like a baby! And I definitely won’t call you ‘Mommy’!” wailed Barbara.

Barbara refusal lasted for a few more slaps to her already sore bottom. In moments Barbara cried out, “Pleeze ‘Mommy’, stop spanking baby! I’ll er...me be good baby!”

Dawn stopped the spanking. Barbara got down on all fours and crawled to the bathroom. Dawn sat her into the soapy water and began to bath her. Barbara sat there, holding onto the rubber duck, feeling totally humiliated. Dawn bathed her mother with Ivory baby soap, and did her hair with baby shampoo. When the bath was done, Dawn dried her and then had her crawl to Barbara’s bedroom. Laying her on the bed, Dawn put a large towel under her bottom.

Shaking her finger at Barbara, Dawn ordered, “Don’t you dare move, Baby Barbie. Mommy will be right back.”

Barbara turned bright red being referred to as “Baby Barbie”. It was so humiliating.

Dawn left the room only to return minutes later. Barbara was to scared to move off the bed. She laid there waiting for her daughter’s return.

Dawn stood over Barbara holding a pair of scissors and said, pointing to Barbara’s pubic hair, “That will haveta go.”

Barbara cried out, “No! you’re not going to shave me!”

“Does Baby Barbie wantum Mommy to spank baby again?”

Barbara just shook her head, “No.” She laid there sobbing as Dawn slowly clipped away all of Barbara’s pubic hair, leaving a stubble. Once reduced to a stubble, Dawn smeared shaving cream on it and shaved the remaining hair away. When Barbara looked at her pubic area, she was as hairless as a newborn baby.

“Dere,” cooed Dawn, “Mommy take all dat nasty hair away from Baby Barbie.”

Barbara continued her sobbing as Dawn prepared to dress her. Taking baby lotion and baby powder, Dawn rubbed it all over her mother’s bottom and pubic area. Rolling Barbara onto her stomach, Dawn inserted two suppositories into Barbara’s bottom.

“What’s that for? I don’t need that!” wailed Barbara.

“Hush, Baby Barbie. Mommy knows best.” cooed her daughter.

Barbara laid there as Dawn inserted the suppositories. Barbara let out a yip at the invasion. Next, Dawn rolled Barbara onto her back. Then she lifted an item and showed it to her mother. Barbara started to cry, for Dawn was holding an adult size pamper. She intended to have Barbara wear this!

Barbara shook her head and cried out, “No!, Please don’t make me wear that!”

Smiling, Dawn replied, “But Baby Barbie, all babies wear diapers. that’s because they’re not potty-trained. And you being a baby, you’re not potty-trained now, are you.” It was a statement, not a question.

Barbara shook at the thought, Dawn wanted her not only to wear the pamper, but to use it like a baby too. Dawn lifted Barbara’s bottom off the mattress and slid the pamper under her. Gently she laid Barbara on it, spread her legs apart, pulled the front up between her legs, and taped the ends together. Barbara was encased in a baby pamper. The thickness of the pamper prevented Barbara from closing her legs, so she laid there with her legs spread apart. Next, Dawn put on her mother a white tee-shirt and red shorts, covering the pampers. White ankle high socks and sneakers were put on. A little red, plastic baby bow was placed in the center of her short blonde hair, completing her ensemble.

The pampers made the shorts look inflated. And if Barbara bent a little, the pamper could be seen sticking out the leg opening in the back.

“You look so sweet, babykins.” cooed Dawn as she took Barbara’s wrists and stood her up.

Barbara felt foolish being dressed this way.

“Baby looks so sweet this way, that ‘Mommy’ will just haveta take pictures of baby.” cooed Dawn.

Dawn took several Polaroid pictures of Barbara dressed as a baby. Barbara stood there crying as Dawn took the pictures. When she showed Barbara the photos, Barbara started to cry louder.

“We’re going shopping now, Baby Barbie.” announced Dawn.

Barbara shook her head “No”. and replied, “Dawn,” but a look from Dawn, Barbara quickly changed her mind and said, “I mean ‘Mommy’, I don’t wanta go shopping dressed this way. Please.”

Dawn just smiled and took Barbara’s wrist. She led her mother to the pick-up truck. Opening the passenger side door, Dawn sat her in the seat and secured the safety belt on her. Once in the driver seat, Dawn pulled from her purse a baby’s pacifier. Without hesitating, she inserted it into Barbara’s mouth.

“Suck, Baby Barbie unless you want ‘Mommy’ to spank baby again.” ordered Dawn.

Barbara crouched down in the seat as she started to suck on the baby pacifier. Dawn back out of the driveway and started to drive down the street.

Dawn drove to a supermarket several miles away, one that she or Barbara never went to. After parking, Dawn exited from the truck and went to the passenger side. Once there, she discovered that Barbara had undid her safety belt.

Slapping her hand, Dawn said angrily, “You naughty baby. Babies no touch the safety belt.” Shaking her finger at her, Dawn continued, “Baby Barbie, that’s a No-No.”

Dawn took Barbara’s wrist and helped her out of the truck. Once she was out, Dawn slipped on her mother a baby harness, complete with a leash that attached in the back.

“Take that offa me.’ ordered Barbara.

“But Baby Barbie,” cooed Dawn, “that’s so baby no gets lost in store without Mommy.”

Dawn walked over to the carts. “If baby no wantum to wear this,” she said hold up the harness, “ then Baby Barbie will just haveta get into cart so her no gets lost.”

With tears started rolling down her cheeks, Barbara cried, “Alright Dawn, er...I mean ‘Mommy, I’ll wear the harness.”

Dawn carefully attached the harness to Barbara with the leash in her back. Barbara walked close to her daughter and slumped a little, reducing her height so people would not see the harness.

As they entered the store, Barbara was getting stares from people on how she was dressed. Barbara was sure that everyone could see her pampers. Dawn took Barbara into the baby aisle where she placed into the cart a variety of baby foods. Stained and mush baby foods. She even bought baby formula.

Cooing to Barbara, Dawn said “This is what Baby Barbie gonna eat. Grown-up food would upset baby’s tummy.”

Barbara’s bottom lip began to quiver. Dawn expected her to eat this baby food. Actually, Dawn told her mother that she was to young to fed herself and that Dawn would fed her.

Dawn also purchased plastic baby bibs, baby bottles, baby bowels, baby spoons, some squeaky baby toys, and baby pacifiers. Not to mention a baby Fleet’s enema kit and a rectal thermonitor. She also bought a large box of Attends - adults size pampers for Barbara to wear.

At the check-out counter, the teenage girl ask how old Dawn’s baby was.

Smiling, Dawn replied, “This is my widdle baby.” pointing to Barbara, “Aren’t you, babykins.”

Barbara lowered her head and turned bright red from embarrassment. People looked at Barbara some shocked, some amused.

The girl picked up the squeaky baby toy and looked questioningly at Dawn.

“That’s for Baby Barbie when I give her her bath.” said Dawn. “She made such a fuss about getting it, didn’t you Baby Barbie.”

Turning to Barbara, Dawn cooed, “Does Baby Barbie wantum her binkie?”

The girl looked at Barbara, who quickly shook her head “No”.

Once in the pick-up, Dawn opened the can of baby formula and poured it into a baby bottle. “Baby Barbie must be hungry, ‘Mommy’ will fed you.”

Dawn handed the baby bottle filled with baby formula, “Drink baby, or ‘Mommy’ spank baby right here,” ordered Dawn.

Barbara could imagine Dawn pulling down her pants and giving her a bare bottom spanking right here in the parking lot. She spanked her before with little effort. Slowly, Barbara lifted the nipple to her lips and began to suck on the bottle. Barbara still could not understand why she was docile with Dawn and her treatment.

“Baby better have all her formula gone by the time we get home.” stated Dawn.

At a traffic light, a group of teenage girls pulled up next to Barbara. Barbara quickly pulled the bottle down and tried to hide it. Seeing this, Dawn shoved it back into Barbara’s mouth and ordered her to suck. With tears beginning to swell in her eyes, Barbara did as she was told.

The girls stared and started to laugh at Barbara.

“What a big baby she is.” laughed one of the girls.

“”And how old are you, baby?” giggled another girl.

“Is she potty-trained?” asked a third girl.

Smiling, Dawn said, “No, the baby’s not. She has to wear diapers all the time.”

The girls laughed at Barbara’s predicament.

“Can the baby wave ‘bye-bye’?’ asked the first girl.

Dawn took Barbara’s wrist and waved, saying, “Say ‘Bye-bye’ to the nice girls.”

Tears rolling down her cheeks, Barbara wimpered, “Bye-bye.”

The three girls waved and yelled Bye-bye” to Barbara and Dawn as they drove off.

When they got home, Dawn carried the bags and held onto Barbara’s leash as they entered he house.

Pointing her finger at Barbara, Dawn cooed, “Now that we’re home, baby you can crawl.”

Barbara got down on all fours and began to crawl. Dawn leaned over and stuck a pacifier into her mouth. Barbara knew not to remove it. She followed Dawn into the kitchen and watched as Dawn removed all the items from the bags.

After putting everything away, Dawn announced that they were going out again.

Barbara started to wail, “I don’t wanna go out!”

“Mommy needs to go shopping. I’ll get Margie to baby-sit you and I’ll go myself.”

Margie was a 15 year old who lived down the street. The way that Dawn was acting, she was sure that she get Margie to baby-sit her and Barbara did not want to be baby-sat by anyone especially a 15 year old child. Crying, she said, “Alright, I’ll go.”

Once again, Barbara found herself strapped into the passenger seat of the pick-up. As they were driving, Dawn gave Barbara her pacifier to suck on. Soon they arrived at the mall. Attaching the leash to Barbara, Dawn led her into Sears.

In Sears, Dawn went to the maternity department and purchased several maternity smocks. All of the smocks had a babyish look to them.

Holding each one of them up to Barbara, Dawn exclaimed, “Oh, how cute Baby Barbie will look in her little baby dresses.”

From the maternity department, they went to the young women’s department where Dawn bought several pairs of colored, ankle-high socks with lace. Then they went to the shoe department where Dawn bought a pair of low-heel shoes with straps going across the instep, one white patent and one black patent, a pair of saddle shoes, and a pair of white ankle high sneakers.

“These looked like baby booties!” exclaimed Dawn holding up the sneakers.

From the shoe department, Dawn took Barbara to the infant department. Knowing that the baby bonnets would be to small to fit Barbara’s head, Dawn took a few of them anyway. Alone, in the back of the store, Dawn tied a baby bonnet on Barbara.

“Ah,” cooed Dawn, “doesn’t Baby Barbie look sweet. But I won’t buy any, cause Mommy has baby bonnets at home for Baby Barbie.”

Barbara wanted to sob. She did not want to be treated like a baby anymore.

Dawn drove Barbara home. Once there, she had Barbara crawl up to Dawn’s bedroom.

“This is gonna be Baby Barbie’s nursery room.” cooed Dawn.

Barbara crawled in and was shocked. All of Dawn’s “grown-up” furniture was gone and replaced with baby nursery furniture. The bed was gone and in its place was a metal, hospital baby’s crib. There was a changing table and a play-pen. Not to mention a rocker. There were shelves on the wall. Some were filled with stuffed baby animal toys. Above the changing table was shelves filled with diapers, and bottles of baby oil and baby powder. Next to the changing table was a diaper pail. On the outside of it was stenciled, “BABY BARBIE’S DIAPER PAIL.”

“Dawn must have done this during the week while I was in work.” thought Barbara.