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I scribbled furiously in my journal.  There was no way to deny it.  Every night, mocking me with her glee, Luanne was turning me into an infant.  But it was far more than just being dressed in a diaper, a baby romper with sleeves and mittens, booties, binky and a bonnet.  That would absolutely be humiliating enough to just LOOK like a baby.  What made it truly humiliating was the way that the outfit made me ACT like an infant.  The painful booties meant I had to crawl.  The padded mittens made me awkward and unable to pick up things or manipulate things.  The diaper made me sit like an infant, pushing my legs out with the padding, and with th