"Wh... WHAT THE HELL!?"
Dan's voice was perhaps a little too loud for comfort, but it was not as though the teenager was presently terribly concerned about that, given he had presently just found his boxers replaced with a messy diaper. "I-I CRAPPED MYSELF?!"
Of course, that was comparatively less strange than the boy's underwear mysteriously changing to a complete different and far more childish form. "This... I-I need boxers!"
That was it - get out of this thing, get cleaned up, and try to figure out what to do from there. Ditching the diaper was undoubtedly the first priority... Far too panicked and alarmed to bother with picking up his pants off the floor, Dan swiftly threw the bathroom door open and stuck his head outside.
At once the boy rushed out of the room... and only barely had time to enter the hallway before from just around the corner hearing the voice of his mother asking, "Dan?"
"GAH! I-I... Look, don't --"
Too late, as his mother now walked fully into view, positioned just right to see her teenage son standing in front of her in a diaper full of his own waste. The immediate words out of her mouth were...