When I woke up nothing had changed yet.
It was still the same room; bare walls, somehow clean cradle, and disgusting diaper.
My Motherly thing had decided that exactly after I have been awake for a minute and a half, she would show up to rid me of my waste.
She would come with a mask, some gloves, and a fresh diaper for my baby bum.
There was nothing wrong with it, but it unsettled me.
It reminded me of the nursing hospital that I had just recently come from, and that was definitely not a happy memory.
After she had changed my diaper, she left to go get something.
My new favorite thing; The Juice.
It was a bottle filled with this creamy, white solution that seemed to give me all the necessary nutrients and more.
She softly put the bottle to my lips, lifted it up careful just enough for it to run down the bottle and into my mouth.
The Juice glided smoothlly into my mouth and I tried my hardest to chug every last drop.
It tasted wonderful.
There was no actual way to convey the bliss this drink gave me.
The closest thing I can say is it felt like home.
Home for me was a blend of soda and chocolate, but that is besides the point.
This drink was anything, but chocolate.
It had a unique salty taste that I hadn't found in any form of salt from back on Earth.
The Juice wasn't something to drink, it was something to chug, and I chugged all of it.
There wasn't nothing stopping me from filling my stomach on such a divine drink, except for its absence.
You see, I had set world records for fastest liter drank in my past life, but now I was here barely getting 500ml.
I was running out before it even got good.
I quickly called out to my Mother figure for some more, but I looked at her, and she just chuckled because a baby was crying for more juice.
Instead of feeding me more juice she just set me down on the floor and started staring at me.
Her blue eyes shined through the brunette bangs on her forehead, and bore holes where they pointed.
I felt like an animal looking at a predator, and I didn't like that.
So I cried.
In reality I was just calling her an assortment of naughty words, but she couldn't tell because it came out like a baby's cry.
Suddenly my body hurt like crazy.
My arms felt like they were on fire, and my legs felt like they were breaking.
The organs started to feel suffocated, and my cry had been cut short.
There was no warning.
My body felt like some weird form of rubber, or molten metal.
The Mother watching me decided to take advantage of that, and picked me up and hopefully save me.
She carefully put me down in her lap, and started to pull my arms.
The way she so delicately dragged my arm out was nothing like the feelings of my body's destruction.
Luckily the rest of my body stopped hurting because my arms felt like they were burning alive.
She yanked it carefully, but it went past its normal length with no resistance.
I didn't know that was even possible.
I had my puny not even 20cm arms stretch out into somewhere bordering 35cm
My clay arms felt like they had become pottery because the clay hardened like it was put in a kiln.
They didn't stretch and they didn't fall, instead they acted, and felt like normal arms with only the feeling of pain remaining.
Unfortunately the pain had come back everywhere else.
She seemed to have noticed that because I was turned upside down in less than a second.
My back didn't melt all the way, but I was held by my feet and my legs started to stretch.
My spine seemed to flow out of me like I was a coiled up snake.
My legs fell like a slinky, and felt like I was being dropped into a woodchiper.
I looked like a toy, but felt l punched a window.
The equivalent of glass shards just digging into my hand, and the remainders just falling into my feet.
The pain was mind-breaking.
After she had played with my legs enough my mother felt like it was a good idea to mess with my head.
She started by plopping me right side up on her lap.
Then she smashed my head in.
I can swear my head genuinely caved in.
My head quickly swallowed her hand up.
I felt like a pumpkin before Halloween.
She looked at me with a confused face, and brought out a knife.
It wasn't anything more than a kitchen knife, but I didn't fear what she was about to do.
I had felt her hand push my brains, but it hadn't hurt like everything else.
I also wasn't thinking, but who cares.
She interrupted my thought process by cutting into my head.
She carefully stuck a hand into my head, and dragged my head out.
My neck grew a little, but what she did with her hand next felt the weirdest.
Her inside hand found my cheek, and her other hand brought a flat piece of metal from somewhere and smashed it against her hand.
She proceeded to do that to everyone other side of my head until I looked like a cube.
It slightly stung where the metal pressed into my head, but it was most certainly the nicest of this whole process.
After making me cubism in real life, she started to smooth out my head.
She rounded out the rough edges, and gave me curve.
It felt like she was giving me some pets, and I must say that her soft hands didn't ruin the experience.
I think she had sown up my head because I wasn't leaking anything, but when she was done I knew that I needed a nap.
I don't know what had caused this to happen, but I knew that I had no say in it.
After I had that traumatic experience I was taken out of my room, and across the hall into a new room.
There was something different about the room.
It had an actual bed.
It was the size on would give to an 8 year old, but who cares.
I could finally get some good sleep.
My Mother thing placed me into the bed, and left me there for a little bit.
She tucked me in with a soft smile.
I couldn't tell what she was reading, but I could swear she was on something.
No body just stretches out and cuts into their baby without something affecting their thought process.
She gave me a quick kiss, and slowly left me to my own dreams.