Amelia behaved admirably towards Kitty for the next several weeks. However, much as she might respect the powerful teenage girl, deep inside herself, she resented her, and thought she did not like her at all.
Amelia most resented the fact that Kitty wielded control of her life… and for someone used to giving commands all her life, this chafed her rather the wrong way.
It was a day later that something occurred. Something that Amelia would regret ever after.
"What exactly do you mean that you aren't going to train today?" Kitty asked heatedly. Amelia's ire was up, and she returned the girl's glare with a blazing one of her own.
"Come now, you're hardly that stupid. What do you think I mean?" Amelia asked scathingly. "I have been training every single day for three solid weeks. I am now of the opinion that I deserve a break," she declared, sitting herself down before her TV.
Kitty's eyes blazed anew, and she grit her teeth in fury. She made a twisting gesture with one hand, and the TV then showed a picture of the Dopplers. "Look. Let me spell it out for you. Slowly, so you can understand me," Kitty said, a smile appearing on her face when Amelia flushed at her jibe. "The sooner you complete your training, the sooner you can see them all again. Got it?"
Amelia growled in impotent fury, her hands clenching into fists; her knuckles whitening.
"Because you do want that, don´t you?" Kitty asked. She watched Amelia, who glanced to her family with an expression of longing, then back to her with an expression of abject loathing. The indecision played over Amelia's face a moment, and then she hung her head in acceptance of her fate.
"Good. Now… get to your feet, Amelia," Kitty commanded, her voice brooking no further argument.
Her tone set Amelia's teeth on edge, and her defiance flared again within her breast. "No. I'd rather not, thank you," Amelia said, her green eyes gleaming with her ire.
Kitty sighed, knowing that this moment had finally come. She had hoped that Amelia wouldn't force her hand, but now she had no choice. "Very well. If that's the way you feel about it," she declared softly.
She snapped her fingers, her eyes hard, and a white and black felinid-looking fellow glimmered into being behind her.
"Ah, Alonzo. Would you be a dear and take Amelia here down to Room 34 for me? I'm afraid I've an appointment with a certain friend of mine just now," Kitty said.
Alonzo bowed his head in agreement. "Of course, Kitty," Alonzo said, smiling.
"Well, Amelia… you enjoy your first day of your vacation, okay?" Kitty said, rather sweetly.
Amelia was clearly surprised. "You mean to tell me that you're giving me one?" Amelia asked, looking suspiciously at Kitty.
"Why, sure! Well, in all fairness, you can hardly expect to enjoy it very much when you're only three months old now, can you?" Kitty replied, smiling, and closed the door with nary a sound.
Amelia gasped as she realized just what Kitty had said to her.
"Oh dear," she said, then looked over at this Alonzo fellow.
"I just want you to know that I really regret having to perform this function. But you've given Kitty no other choice, I'm afraid. Orders are orders, you know," he said and jumped forward toward Amelia.
Amelia scrambled to her feet, and jumped away. She would at least go down fighting.
Alonzo however proved quicker and stronger than she had thought, and quickly subdued her. "Let´s see," Alonzo then said, working hard to keep down the wildly struggling Amelia. Before he could say a single word, a pair of handcuffs appeared right before him, floating in the air.
Amelia raged in impotent fury as Alonzo easily rolled her over and nimbly cuffed her hands behind her back. Alonzo then got to his feet, scooped up the still struggling Amelia, and threw her over his shoulder like some sack of grain. "Okay, then," he commented to her. "Time to go visit Room 34."
This is it, Amelia thought. Now I'm going to catch it hot. Alonzo opened the door to Room 34, and walked---with Amelia over his shoulder---to the back of the room, and lowered Amelia back to her feet. He then unlocked her handcuffs, and then pressed her back to the wall.
Amelia gasped as she heard five loud clicks, and struggled as there were now restraints secured at each wrist, each ankle and around her small waist.
"Comfortable, are we?" Alonzo asked with a grin.
"No," Amelia replied, tugging at her restraints. "Actually, I'm not."
"Good," Alonzo said, crossing his arms before his chest. The door to the room opened a moment later, and Alonzo turned his head to see Kitty and Silver come inside.
"Ah, here's our little vacationer now," Kitty said and smiled at Amelia. She reached into her pant's pocket, and retrieved a bottle containing some amber liquid.
"So," Kitty declared, holding the bottle up for Amelia to see. "We can do this two ways: the easy way---the way I prefer, mind you; and the hard way---which I hope you don't force me to use."
Amelia said nothing, just glared daggers at Kitty, her teeth clenched together tightly and slightly bared.
"The easy way is where you take this of your own free will," Kitty explained. "Feel like being accomodating today, Amelia?"
Amelia continued her silent treatment.
"No, I suppose you weren't going to be. But… I had to try now, didn't I?" Kitty said, and sighed. She unscrewed the bottle's top and approached Amelia.
Amelia's eyes widened a moment, then she closed her mouth tightly.
Kitty smiled, shook her head sadly, and pinched Amelia´s nose shut.
Amelia held her breath as long as she could, but as stars began to appear in her peripheral vision, she was forced to breath, and had to open her mouth.
Kitty acted quickly and dumped the entire contents of the bottle into Amelia's mouth. Kitty then put her hand beneath Amelia's jaw, and pressed her mouth firmly closed, forcing her to swallow. Amelia choked and coughed, still struggling. Her struggles got progressively weaker and weaker.
The restraints that had bound Amelia to the wall suddenly disappeared, and a woozy Amelia collapsed to her knees on the floor. She felt so strange all of the sudden…
Kitty appeared above Amelia then, smiling. Amelia then heard her say, "Ooh! Take a look, Amelia."
She placed a mirror before Amelia's face and waited.
Amelia saw her own face, still an adult, and sighed with relief. However, to her horror, she watched---wanting so badly to scream---as her entire body slowly got smaller and smaller, leaving her swathed in her clothing which was still normal sized.
She watched her claws become shorter, her hands becoming small delicate things, so tiny. Amelia blinked when she heard her voice became higher and less intelligible by the moment. Soon, the face she saw in the mirror was that of a three–month old felinid girl child… herself!
Oh dear! What has she done to me? she thought, nearly panicking. The sound of laughter brought her to her senses, and she looked up, where she saw Kitty and Silver looking down at her.
"Aw, isn't she cute?" Kitty gushed with a grin.
Amelia swallowed hard, feeling the urge to panic as Kitty lifted her up from the floor. Amelia felt Kitty free her from her old clothes, realizing that they were all far too large for her now.
"Silver, I do think that our little charmer here is definitely in need of some suitable apparel," Kitty said. "Hmm. Well, she's going to need a diaper, um, and some nice cozy pajamas too… the kind with the footies. Aww…"
Kitty gave Amelia---who was none too pleased by the prospect---over to Silver, who walked her over to a table, where he deftly diapered the struggling feline child.
A diaper? Amelia thought indignantly. Oh, merciful heavens, what next?
That was answered a moment later, when Kitty arrived with Amelia's new attire. In her hands were a full suit of pajamas, with footies and a fringed bonnet. The pajamas' arms ended with no fingers or thumb openings, so she couldn't grab anything. Amelia winced as she saw---worst of all---that her PJs were done up as a tiger costume. Please, Amelia thought, her heart hammering in her chest, let this end… just let me die…
"Hey, it could be worse, you know," Kitty said, her face hovering over Amelia's. "I could of given you a bunny pajamas."
Amelia didn't say anything about that.
"Ah, I be sure that there's somethin' I be missing though," Silver declared after fitting the pajamas on Amelia.
Kitty looked on Amelia quizzically. Then her expression brightened. "Ah I know!" she said, snapping her fingers. "A sweet little pacifer for our little girl…"
Amelia blinked rapidly when she saw that pacifer in Kitty's hand.
"Ah, now that's the ticket!" Silver said, taking it from Kitty, and guiding it toward Amelia's tightly closed mouth.
"Don't worry, Silver. This one's magical. Once inserted, it can only be removed by whomever placed in her mouth," Kitty explained.
"C'mon, li'l lassie," Silver coaxed, looking at Amelia. "You know you want it…"
In her head, Amelia flatly refused to take that thing in her mouth. However, her body has other ideas. A part of her suddenly craved the feel of the nipple of the pacifier in her mouth. Amelia intended to shout, "Get the nipple away from me!" but was most surprised to hear her little voice gurgle and coo. As she lay shocked in Silver's arms, the patient ex-pirate managed to slip the pacifier into Amelia's mouth.
"What a good girl!" Kitty gushed, grinning deviously at the infuriated Amelia. "Oh, and by the way, as you most like know now, everything you say will only come out as bits of baby talk now.
Amelia sighed, sucked her pacifier, and realized that she most likely would continue to be three–months old for quite some time yet. Great, Amelia sulked, just great…
"Ah, now, me darlin' Amelia," Silver told her, stroking her cheek tenderly. "Let´s you an' I go home, eh?"