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"Are you sure this will work?" I inquired as I bent down to look at the tiny machine.

"You can never be a 100% sure. Only hope that missing 1% doesn´t come to haunt you later." Thomas replied. He picked up a battery and gazed upon it for a moment, before putting it into the silvery hair-drier. It was a relatively easy to conceal machine, if you could explain why you were going around with a hair-drier. He grinned, and raised the machine. That piece of high-tech really contrasted with his dirtied shirt and brace overalls and his freshly grown chin hair. Not something you´d expect from a man in 2047. "Are you ready Alice?"

I sighed.

"There´s no other way, right? Of escaping those guys?" Almost instinctively, Alice looked over her shoulder to make sure nobody was coming. Thomas did the same, just in case.

"They will keep chasing you forever, you know? You´re the protagonist here." The poor boy explained.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, in the old movies, the protagonist usually was the person who could "save or destroy" whatever."

"So, pretty much me."

"Yeah. And that´s why they´ll chase you forever. And so, we need you to not be you. And it has to be in a way they could never imagine."

I looked down and stared at my hands. My father had always taught me a woman´s hands should be thin and delicate, but it still hurt to see all my hard work carved on me by the form of that roughed skin go away so easily. So...lightly.

"I should probably ask again: Are you sure you´re ready?" Thomas placed his hand on my shoulder, and I turned to him with a grin of my own.

"You can never be a 100% sure."

The boy gave me a tender smile.

"Ok, close your eyes and put your arms behind your back. Pull up your shirt and hold it with your chin." I did as told. It was surprisingly difficult to do such a simple gesture as holding my ripped target practice shirt up with only my chin. I resisted the urge to shiver as I felt this cold sensation pressed right above my cleavage, and the flow of the electrical current accumulating within the would-be-hair-drier. Yet, it was even harder to resist the urge to flee when my lips were pressured by something that tasted awful but felt amazing despite the embarrassment. I didn´t open my eyes, or protest, I had no idea how what we were about to do even worked.

"Sweet dreams Alice." Thomas told me as he released my lips. I felt something of a push on my chest, as if Clancy, a street fighter I used to mess with, had just punched me right on. My breathing was hard, every gulp felt like I was struggling with it. NOW I wanted to open my eyes, but I couldn´t. My body wouldn´t respond, it was just hoping desperately on the ground like a fish out of water. Everything in was as if simultaneously being shredded in a factory blender and compressed into an inch-long cube by a dump storage machine.

"Alice? Alice? Are you ok?" A voice echoed in the distance. No, it was much closer. It was...familiar. Was it...Thomas? My eyes finally dared to open. The boy sighed with relief and grinned at me. "My, my. It seems it worked."

"Gagdada?" I mumbled, staring at him. I wanted to cover my mouth, but my arms didn´t respond to that.

"And I just got proof. Just need to make sure of one more thing. I´m sorry." The boy picked up his iPhone e32M and stared at it for a moment to look through the photos. He then showed me the screen, with myself happily hugging my father in the old bar we used to go to.

Tears fled to my face and I began shouting and bawling like a baby. Exactly like that. Or maybe not like that. Because I wasn´t just LIKE a baby. My body WAS a baby now. I didn´t even need to look in the mirror, I knew this was what we were aiming for. Still, I expected something different. I expected to feel weird, or young, or cute or some other crap. I expected to have to act out my entire life from here on, but I couldn´t even raise a finger consciously.

Two enormous arms were placed beneath mine and raised me to the height of Thoma´s chest. He held me in a hug with one of the arms while the other hand patted my back.

"There, there. It´s alright. It really worked. Your body is a baby now, but you wouldn´t remember your father´s death if you didn´t have your memories." I slowly stopped crying. Instead, in a moment I noticed my own hand slowly drifting closer to my face, until I had a whole thumb between my lips. The same lips that moments ago had been pressed against by another for the first time, the same lips with which I had said goodbye to so many people, with which I had proclaimed I would never surrender to the people chasing me, with which I had agreed to have to grow up all over again, just to escape, the lips with which I had promised to save our nation...Those were now the lips that were gently pulling the skin of my chubby thumb back and forth, soothing my unresponsive body little by little.

Every step Thomas gave as he began to walk away was like a car running something over. Somehthing big. I didn´t mind too much, it was almost comforting. As if those announced his continuous presence and his willingness to carry be around and support me while I was like this.

We arrived at the nearest changing cabin, and he swipped his card on it. As pressed the code, the machine opened in that computer smiley made from the old "emoticons", whatever those were supposed to be, on the screen. There was a tickling sensation, and the holograms with the clothes appeared in front of me. With the lights flashing in front of me, my hands flung at them, but they vanished before I could reach them. Instead, a screen opened with a cartoon playing.

"Sorry about that Alice, but I had to set in on children mode. I´m afraid it´ll be years before your brain and the rest of your body are completely reconnected. Well, you might as well get used to cartoons again. In this state, you will likely be watching a lot of them." Thomas stated, chuckling. I managed to get my face to frown at that, while he picked my attire among the holograms (which had now appeared in front of him). I felt that tickling sensation again, and my body was covered in fresh clothes. Namely, a frilly pink dress with tiny black shoes and blue socks with printed white bunnies. And to complement all of it, my butt was covered by something thick that reached up into my chest. I could pretty much guess what it was, especially considering there was also a bow on my head and pacifier on my mouth, which I instinctively began to suck on.

"bebabutihn!" I mumbled in an attempt to protest. I could get the diaper and the overall baby clothes. Heck, stretching my patience and understanding, I could even accept the pacifier and the frilly dress or the socks. But a bow? Really?

"I think you look cute in that." Thomas said. It was probably not too hard to guess what I was trying to say, huh? He picked me up again. "C´mon, let´s get you something to fill that tummy of yours."

I didn´t offer resistance as he brought me to the nearest fast food restaurant and opened his bag.

"Say "aaaah!" " He said, and I did. My pacifier dropped, and immediately was replaced by the nipple of a baby bottle. Both my hands were drawn to it, pressing tightly on the plastic as the milk flooded in packets down my throat. I blushed when I noticed the people passing past us, staring down at Thomas feeding me a baby bottle. For a second, I struggled inside, forgetting by body had in fact, been regressed. It was a mess, but my mind remainded intact at least.

"You seem to be having fun." A deep voice announced. It couldn´t be...

"So you´ve come." Thomas replied in a tone colder than any I had ever heard before.

"Yes. I see it went well."

"It´s almost finished."

This time I actually struggled. I pushed the bottle aside, I tried crawling away, but Thomas just picked me up. Why? Why were THOSE people here? Why was Thomas talking like that, with them? I wanted to scream, cry at least, but only a yawn made it´s way out of me. My vision was getting blurry.

"Was it really necessary to drug her?" The tall man in sunglasses whispered, bending down near Thomas.

"I don´t want her hurt." The boy explained. "She´s been going through a lot."

"Ghaghaber..." I mumbled again´, turning. My frown dropped as I saw the tear rolling down Thomas`s face.

"I´m sorry. You were so sure everything was fine. But, I told you right? Sometimes that 1% does come back to haunt you. I´d explain more, but..." He raised the machine, and placed on my forehead. I wanted to resist but my body wouldn´t move in the slightest. "It´s not like you´re gonna remember it anyway."

Pain bursted in my head.

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"Are you sure this will work?" I inquired as I bent down to look at the tiny machine.

"You can never be a 100% sure. Only hope that missing 1% doesn´t come to haunt you later." Thomas replied. He picked up a battery and gazed upon it for a moment, before putting it into the silvery hair-drier. It was a relatively easy to conceal machine, if you could explain why you were going around with a hair-drier. He grinned, and raised the machine. That piece of high-tech really contrasted with his dirtied shirt and brace overalls and his freshly grown chin hair. Not something you´d expect from a man in 2047. "Are you ready Alice?"

I sighed.

"There´s no other way, right? Of escaping those guys?" Almost instinctively, Alice looked over her shoulder to make sure nobody was coming. Thomas did the same, just in case.

"They will keep chasing you forever, you know? You´re the protagonist here." The poor boy explained.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, in the old movies, the protagonist usually was the person who could "save or destroy" whatever."

"So, pretty much me."

"Yeah. And that´s why they´ll chase you forever. And so, we need you to not be you. And it has to be in a way they could never imagine."

I looked down and stared at my hands. My father had always taught me a woman´s hands should be thin and delicate, but it still hurt to see all my hard work carved on me by the form of that roughed skin go away so easily. So...lightly.

"I should probably ask again: Are you sure you´re ready?" Thomas placed his hand on my shoulder, and I turned to him with a grin of my own.

"You can never be a 100% sure."

The boy gave me a tender smile.

"Ok, close your eyes and put your arms behind your back. Pull up your shirt and hold it with your chin." I did as told. It was surprisingly difficult to do such a simple gesture as holding my ripped target practice shirt up with only my chin. I resisted the urge to shiver as I felt this cold sensation pressed right above my cleavage, and the flow of the electrical current accumulating within the would-be-hair-drier. Yet, it was even harder to resist the urge to flee when my lips were pressured by something that tasted awful but felt amazing despite the embarrassment. I didn´t open my eyes, or protest, I had no idea how what we were about to do even worked.

"Sweet dreams Alice." Thomas told me as he released my lips. I felt something of a push on my chest, as if Clancy, a street fighter I used to mess with, had just punched me right on. My breathing was hard, every gulp felt like I was struggling with it. NOW I wanted to open my eyes, but I couldn´t. My body wouldn´t respond, it was just hoping desperately on the ground like a fish out of water. Everything in was as if simultaneously being shredded in a factory blender and compressed into an inch-long cube by a dump storage machine.

"Alice? Alice? Are you ok?" A voice echoed in the distance. No, it was much closer. It was...familiar. Was it...Thomas? My eyes finally dared to open. The boy sighed with relief and grinned at me. "My, my. It seems it worked."

"Gagdada?" I mumbled, staring at him. I wanted to cover my mouth, but my arms didn´t respond to that.

"And I just got proof. Just need to make sure of one more thing. I´m sorry." The boy picked up his iPhone e32M and stared at it for a moment to look through the photos. He then showed me the screen, with myself happily hugging my father in the old bar we used to go to.

Tears fled to my face and I began shouting and bawling like a baby. Exactly like that. Or maybe not like that. Because I wasn´t just LIKE a baby. My body WAS a baby now. I didn´t even need to look in the mirror, I knew this was what we were aiming for. Still, I expected something different. I expected to feel weird, or young, or cute or some other crap. I expected to have to act out my entire life from here on, but I couldn´t even raise a finger consciously.

Two enormous arms were placed beneath mine and raised me to the height of Thoma´s chest. He held me in a hug with one of the arms while the other hand patted my back.

"There, there. It´s alright. It really worked. Your body is a baby now, but you wouldn´t remember your father´s death if you didn´t have your memories." I slowly stopped crying. Instead, in a moment I noticed my own hand slowly drifting closer to my face, until I had a whole thumb between my lips. The same lips that moments ago had been pressed against by another for the first time, the same lips with which I had said goodbye to so many people, with which I had proclaimed I would never surrender to the people chasing me, with which I had agreed to have to grow up all over again, just to escape, the lips with which I had promised to save our nation...Those were now the lips that were gently pulling the skin of my chubby thumb back and forth, soothing my unresponsive body little by little.

Every step Thomas gave as he began to walk away was like a car running something over. Somehthing big. I didn´t mind too much, it was almost comforting. As if those announced his continuous presence and his willingness to carry be around and support me while I was like this.

We arrived at the nearest changing cabin, and he swipped his card on it. As pressed the code, the machine opened in that computer smiley made from the old "emoticons", whatever those were supposed to be, on the screen. There was a tickling sensation, and the holograms with the clothes appeared in front of me. With the lights flashing in front of me, my hands flung at them, but they vanished before I could reach them. Instead, a screen opened with a cartoon playing.

"Sorry about that Alice, but I had to set in on children mode. I´m afraid it´ll be years before your brain and the rest of your body are completely reconnected. Well, you might as well get used to cartoons again. In this state, you will likely be watching a lot of them." Thomas stated, chuckling. I managed to get my face to frown at that, while he picked my attire among the holograms (which had now appeared in front of him). I felt that tickling sensation again, and my body was covered in fresh clothes. Namely, a frilly pink dress with tiny black shoes and blue socks with printed white bunnies. And to complement all of it, my butt was covered by something thick that reached up into my chest. I could pretty much guess what it was, especially considering there was also a bow on my head and pacifier on my mouth, which I instinctively began to suck on.

"bebabutihn!" I mumbled in an attempt to protest. I could get the diaper and the overall baby clothes. Heck, stretching my patience and understanding, I could even accept the pacifier and the frilly dress or the socks. But a bow? Really?

"I think you look cute in that." Thomas said. It was probably not too hard to guess what I was trying to say, huh? He picked me up again. "C´mon, let´s get you something to fill that tummy of yours."

I didn´t offer resistance as he brought me to the nearest fast food restaurant and opened his bag.

"Say "aaaah!" " He said, and I did. My pacifier dropped, and immediately was replaced by the nipple of a baby bottle. Both my hands were drawn to it, pressing tightly on the plastic as the milk flooded in packets down my throat. I blushed when I noticed the people passing past us, staring down at Thomas feeding me a baby bottle. For a second, I struggled inside, forgetting by body had in fact, been regressed. It was a mess, but my mind remainded intact at least.

"You seem to be having fun." A deep voice announced. It couldn´t be...

"So you´ve come." Thomas replied in a tone colder than any I had ever heard before.

"Yes. I see it went well."

"It´s almost finished."

This time I actually struggled. I pushed the bottle aside, I tried crawling away, but Thomas just picked me up. Why? Why were THOSE people here? Why was Thomas talking like that, with them? I wanted to scream, cry at least, but only a yawn made it´s way out of me. My vision was getting blurry.

"Was it really necessary to drug her?" The tall man in sunglasses whispered, bending down near Thomas.

"I don´t want her hurt." The boy explained. "She´s been going through a lot."

"Ghaghaber..." I mumbled again´, turning. My frown dropped as I saw the tear rolling down Thomas`s face.

"I´m sorry. You were so sure everything was fine. But, I told you right? Sometimes that 1% does come back to haunt you. I´d explain more, but..." He raised the machine, and placed on my forehead. I wanted to resist but my body wouldn´t move in the slightest. "It´s not like you´re gonna remember it anyway."

Pain bursted in my head.