You decide that being your brother might not be so bad - it was good the first time, and you know you would be able to change back at any time. So you go back to your baby brother, press 'Cut' - with the now-familiar feeling of being sucked into the remote - and are pasted into his body. The diaper you are now wearing is fresh, warm and very soft.
Your old body gives you the remote and leaves. Now you are alone in your brother's light blue room, a stack of diapers to the right on the baby-print dresser next to a changing table; your new crib to the left - mobile hanging; brightly coloured plastic toys and blocks covering the distance between. Excited, you try to go over to the toys, but to your dismay, find you can't walk any more.
You decide to crawl instead, but when you make it your mother comes back in. She sees you with the remote, which you had been holding, and asks, non-witholding the childish voice, 'Sweetie, where'd you get that? Is that your brother's?' Your mother takes the remote off you - you try to protest, but are unable to make an impression - and leaves the room momentarily, returning without it - you're now effectively trapped as your baby brother.
She picks you up and, as you are lifted, a distinct rumbling come from your bowels. That's on its way, you're stuck as your baby brother, possibly indefinitely, and your mother's taking you to...
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