Still in shock over what she’s just done, Tiff stuffs friend into her purse and rushes home. Slamming the door to her bedroom, she pulls Katie out and runs her hands over Katie soft, papery surface. Her brother James wears these all the time for his bed wetting problem, and even though Tiff always makes fun of him for being a ‘big bedwetting baby boy’, she secretly likes to steal his DryNites and put them on, loving how soft and puffy they are, and wishing she could be as lucky as her brother.
“Katie…? Can you hear me?”
Nothing. Tiff sighs and the enormity of everything she’d done starts to sink in. Her best friend is just an inanimate object, a diaper destined to be pissed in and thrown away. For all Tiff knew, it was for forever.
“I’m really sorry, Katie… But, this is what you wanted, right? So, would you mind if,” Tiff pauses for a moment. “If I wore you? If anyone should do it, it should be your friend, right?”
Again, nothing. Well, it’s not like Tiff was actually expecting an answer. Looking at the clock, she sees that it’s nearly time for her to go to sleep, so she takes a deep breath and unfolds the diaper… no, her friend. She takes one last sniff of its fresh scent before carefully sliding it up her legs and pulling it into place.
“Hmm… it’s a little tight. I guess I’m a little too big for them… Oh, well. They fit well enough.”
Tiff quickly slips into her pajamas, noting how their pastel pinks and purples clashed with the ultra boyish blue patterns decorating Katie’s surface. Still, she loves the tight, puffy, and soft feeling between her legs, so she lays down in bed and decides to worry about what to do about everything tomorrow. Within minutes she has passed out.
And that’s when Katie got to work. In her transformed state, her only thoughts are those of a teen boy’s bedwetting diaper. She wants to be worn and wants to be used. But most importantly, she wants to be used and worn by a boy. A teenaged, bedwetting boy. At the moment, Tiff meets none of those requirements, so Katie needs to change that. Concentrating as much as she could, she imagines the sort of boy she wishes could be wearing her, and Tiff’s sleeping form starts to shift…
Tiff’s womanly figure slowly slims down, her breasts flattening and her hips disappearing, until her upper body was that of a young teen boy, thin and scrawny with no sign of muscle whatsoever. Her height likewise shrinks down, until she’s lost nearly a half a foot and is a mere 5’0” tall. Now, Katie the DryNite fit her perfectly. Meanwhile, her face becomes thinner and an Adam’s apple pushes out of her throat. Her hair slowly sucks back into her scalp until it stops just above her ears in a boyish new style.
Lastly and most importantly, her vagina, safely nestled in her fluffy DryNite diaper, begins to smooth out while her clitoris swells up, growing longer and thicker until it has turned into what is unmistakably the hairless penis of a boy. Before long, a tight scrotum pushes out and a compact pair of balls soon fills it up, leaving Tiff 100% male, though noticeably younger than she was before her drastic transformation. If she still had a face, Katie the DryNite would be beaming at her friend’s transformation into a handsome boy of no older than 13 years old. Katie, happy with her progress, begins to concentrate on even bigger changes, changing Tiff’s whole reality to suit ‘his’ new body.
If anyone had been watching Tiff’s transformation, they would notice a ripple travel across his bedroom, changing everything inside into an appropriate alternative for the young bedwetter he had become. His pajamas change from frilly girl’s pajamas into gray ones, with noticeable dried pee stains along the inside of his legs that could only be the result of a lifetime of bedwetting. Likewise, his sheets became stained with a faint yellow tint that would never completely wash out, no matter how hard much his parents washed them in the morning. A rubber sheet quickly forms underneath his blankets, and a bedwetting mat popped into existence to catch any leaks. An open package of DryNites, identical to the one Katie had turned into, popped into existence on top of Tiff’s dresser, and his garbage can filled to the brim with soggy diapers, making his whole room smell faintly of urine at all times. Every hint that a sixteen year old girl had once lived in this bedroom was overwritten; his old girl clothes became cheap boys clothes that his parents could wash easily after his daytime accidents, his old high school books becoming comic books and textbooks for middle school subjects, and even the little plaque on his bedroom door changes from “Tiffany’s Room” to “Timothy’s Room”. The calendar on the wall is now marked with red frowny faces going back for months, having become a bedwetting chart.
However, Tim still isn’t the bedwetting young teen that Katie was dreaming of being worn and used by. The most important change was still coming up. Concentrating all of her power into her friends new body, Katie imagines Tim’s bladder shrinking down, the muscles that control his new penis’ control weakening, and the part of his brain that tells him “get to the toilet, now!” becoming as developed as a toddler’s. Not only would Tim wet the bed every night for the rest of his life, he’d probably have occasional accidents during the day as well! Tim lets out a relieved sigh in his newly boyish voice and relaxes, letting out the entire contents of his weakened bladder into Katie’s waiting padding. Katie feels her entire being grow wet, soggy, and squishy… this must be what heaven feels like for a diaper! Tim kept peeing so long and so forcefully that Katie can’t even hold it all and a warm puddle quickly spreads across Tim’s bed, soaking his sheets and blankets. Tim, being the helpless bedwetter he is, doesn’t notice a thing in his deep sleep, and even rolls over in bed, drenching his pajamas in fresh warm pee.
In the end, Katie and ‘Tiff’ got their wishes granted and more; Katie gets to fulfill her purpose as a DryNite for the worst bedwetting teen boy in existence, and Tiff… rather ‘Tim’ gets to know what it feels like to be a ‘big bedwetting baby boy’ like her younger (now older) brother James… Although, Tim’s problem is far worse than James’, all things considered.