Sharon parked at the mall and took a pushchair out of the trunk. She lifted Trevor out and strapped him into the pushchair. Trevor was just going with the flow now, he knew there was not much point in resisting. With Trevor securely strapped in she headed into the mall. Trevor was enjoying the ride, watching all the people that they passed. He got lots of smiles from any adults that caught his eye, particularly the women. They all seemed drawn to him, seeing him as a cute baby girl. When Sharon walked past a group of teenage boys Trevor felt jealousy. They were just standing around chatting and enjoying the opportunity to look at the teenage girls in the mall. They paid no attention to the baby in the pushchair. Trevor didn't know these boys but they were behaving exactly how he remembered behaving himself, carefree and a little bit horny due to their teenage hormones. Trevor would love to be hanging out with his friends the same way but sadly he realized they'd want nothing to do with him now, nor would they even understand him. And as for the teenage girls they were admiring, they would be far more likely to want to pick Trevor up and cuddle him rather than want to do anything sexual.
Trevor was lost in thought at this when Sharon started speaking to him. He didn't hear what she had said, not that it would matter. It's not like she was expecting an answer. But looking up he saw they had entered a diner and were being lead to a table. A high chair was produced and Trevor was placed into it. Sharon ordered food for herself and a bowl of oatmeal for Trevor. She was trying to wean him onto solid foods and oatmeal seemed like a good place to start. Trevor sat observing the busy diner. Sharon was chatting away to him and giving him her undivided attention. He didn't mind the attention but not being able to have a proper conversation was getting a bit boring. Fairly soon, their food arrived. Sharon ignored her own food for now, instead concentrating on feeding Trevor. She picked up a spoon of oatmeal and blew on it a bit to cool it down before offering it to him. Trevor opened his mouth to allow her to put the spoon in and he started to chew the oatmeal. He hadn't had any solid food since dinner in Biff and Jon's house so he was a bit nervous. He chewed and chewed and started to try to swallow it. It worked, he was finally able to eat, even if it was just oatmeal. He grabbed the spoon but Sharon had a good grip on it and he was unable to take it from her. She insisted on feeding him, despite his protests. "For God's sake Mommy, I'm a grown boy. I can feed myself. Just let me try." He said to her, a little bit annoyed. Sharon seemed a little bit amused by the tone of his voice and looking at her own breakfast which must be going a little cold she let Trevor take the spoon to see what he would do. Before he had a chance to use it, she pulled a bib out of her bag and quickly attached the velcro straps behind his neck. It was bright pink with some writing on it that Trevor couldn't decipher. He was a bit embarrassed to be wearing a bib and so he tried to pull it off but he didn't have the strength to do so. He started to feel a bit silly for caring about the bib. Here he was, out in public wearing a puffy dress, diaper and baby trainers and yet he felt the bib was a step too far. He soon realized the bib was the least of his problems so he tried to forget about it. He focused on eating now and grabbed the spoon in his hand. He couldn't quite remember how to hold it properly and so just kind of wrapped his fist around the handle. It felt a bit awkward but he was determined. He scooped up some oatmeal on the spoon and lifted it to his mouth. This proved much harder than it should have and half of the oatmeal fell onto his bib before the spoon reached his mouth. Trevor decided to not let it bother him and repeated the steps a few times. He had eaten about half the bowl now but had also made quite the miss. His bib had a lot of oatmeal on it and his face around his mouth was caked in it. Sharon was having a good laugh at his expense . She took out her phone and snapped a quick photo of him. She turned the phone to show him what he looked like and he couldn't help but giggle. He couldn't deny that it was him in the photo but something about it just screamed "cute baby" at the same time. It was bizarre. He stared at the photo, he looked similar to how he always looked, teenage face, same size body but the longer he looked at the photo the less he could deny that it was a photo of a cute baby girl, with her hair tied up and oatmeal all over her face and very girly bib that she was wearing. A few of the other customers had noticed how adorable he looked and they were smiling at him too. Sharon put her phone away and started to wipe Trevor's face clean. She was glad she had put the bib on him otherwise his dress would have been ruined. She had finished her meal and now that Trevor was clean the only thing left to do was pay the bill.
A young waitress brought the bill over and while Sharon was paying, the waitress was admiring Trevor and trying to get a laugh out of him. She was chatting to Sharon and he heard some words describing him that he would have to get used to. Words like, adorable, cutie, little angel. Trevor couldn't deny he enjoyed the attention and hamming it up a bit he smiled and giggled for the waitress. Sharon took him out of the seat and put him back in the pushchair before heading back out to the mall.
The next hour or so was spent with Trevor being wheeled around from store to store as Sharon was shopping for some clothes for herself. He tried to keep himself entertained but was growing a bit restless. He had peed in his diaper a little bit and was aware that it was feeling a bit clammy. All the clothes shops looked the same to him, they were full of women around Sharon's age, browsing through rails and rails of clothes. In one store, Trevor saw a woman pushing a pushchair towards him. There was a baby girl in the pushchair. "She's probably not much older than people think I am now," he thought to himself. She was even dressed similar to him, wearing a puffy dress, with the ruffled bunched between her legs just giving the slightest hint of a diaper underneath the dress. The baby had her hair tied up and she was smiling a big smile at Trevor just like the one he was flashing at her. Trevor's pushchair came to a stop as did the pushchair opposite him. The baby girl was just staring directly at Trevor and he was staring back at her, enamored by her cuteness. He went to wave to her and noticed that she waved at him at the exact same time. It was then that everything clicked for Trevor. He wasn't looking at another baby. He was looking at his reflection in one of the many mirrors in the store. Now that he realized it was actually his reflection, he could look at it a bit more objectively, he was still physically himself, a teenage boy with long hair but something about what he saw made him think "baby girl" when he looked at the whole picture. This felt so bizarre to Trevor. He wondered if this was the way everyone saw him or did they genuinely see him as a little baby? He tried to see the reflection as a teenager but it was difficult. "Maybe if I wasn't wearing such a cute dress?", he wondered out loud. He grabbed his dress and pulled it up a little bit, his reflection flashing a clear view of the diaper he was wearing underneath. He focused on the diaper, trying to remember what it felt like to not wear one but he reluctantly had to admit he was glad to be wearing it. He couldn't control his bladder at all anymore so the diaper was a necessity. As if on cue, as he stared at the diaper he felt it growing warm between his legs and he realized he was using it right now, soaking it. He felt his tummy rumble a little bit and grimaced, knowing what was next. He tried to remember what muscles to use to save himself from pooping in his diaper but it was useless. He felt the back of the diaper becoming as warm as the front and he felt it filling up a bit. The smell was the next thing he noticed and not wanting to spend another second in a dirty diaper he cried out for his Mommy. Sharon was over to him in a second and knew exactly what had happened. She dropped the clothes she was holing and made a bee line for the bathroom.
