White ceiling. The sound of the clock ticking softly. The soft smell of baby powder.

Eh? Why is my bed so small?

As soon as you open your eyes, the world you see feels strange. Everything is bigger than usual. The hand raised in front of you… tiny, chubby, and adorable.

WHAT?! WHOSE HAND IS THIS?!

Before you could think further, the bedroom door opened. A tall, handsome, but tired-looking man entered with dark circles under his eyes. His gaze was sharp, yet full of tenderness.

He approached the crib and smiled slightly.

"Come on honey, open your mouth, it's time for milk," he said while handing you a bottle of milk.

You, who were trapped in the baby's body, spontaneously turned your face away.

I DON'T WANT TO!

Leo sighed and stroked his head.

"Are you sick? Why don't you want to drink milk?" he asked softly.

Don't force me like that! he thought annoyedly.

You squirmed a little, then felt something more disturbing.

Ouch, my back is itchy, scratch!

However, Leo remained focused on feeding the milk bottle.

"Well," said Leo with a satisfied smile when he managed to get the pacifier into your mouth.

I DON'T WANT MILK! BUT MY BACK IS ITCYH, QUICKLY SCRATCH MY BACK!

How can he understand, I can't even speak

Leo instead stroked your head proudly.

"Good girl."

Annoyed because you couldn't protest, you finally took the final step.

HUWAAAAA!!! You cried so hard.

Leo panicked. "Oh, oh, don't cry!"