Reaching into the box, I searched for the camouflage diaper. Mentally regressing would be the worst to do, since I won’t be able to turn back without someone knowing all about the transformation diapers. Physical would be best, since I could pretend that I was somehow turned into a toddler.
Stripping of my clothing, I looked at naked body in the mirror one last time, and got the diaper on.
It wasn’t too small or too big surprisingly enough. Felt like I was putting on underwear. The diaper felt snug between my legs, and it didn’t look half bad on me while I looked in the mirror.
I popped my head out of the dressing room, looking for the manager. She was standing across from my door, waiting for me.
“Do I come out in just the diaper or do I put my clothes back on?” I asked her.
“If you want your clothes to become something a toddler would wear, I suggest you just wear the diaper!” She recommended. I came out of the room feeling shame run through my body. ‘You’re a 16 year old boy wearing a diaper’ is what kept going through my head the whole time. The manager led me to the bathroom for some reason.
“If you have to go, you can go in here if it helps! If you can’t go, get a drop or two of water in that diaper! It can’t figure out what is pee and what isn’t, so any liquid will activate the magic.”
I walked into the bathroom and attempted to pee, but I was too bone dry and embarrassed to. After a few moments of different poses for peeing, I went to the sink and got water in the palm of my hand and poured it in the diaper.
At first, I felt nothing except the cold water flowing down my private parts. But suddenly, I immediately changed. From a 16 year old to now a 2 year old. It was hard to see what I looked like, but I knew I had to be damn cute.
I used my toddler strength to open the door halfway, and having the manager help me out with holding it. She led me back to the dressing room where I was able to take a look at myself.
I saw the once teenage person I saw in the mirror everyday was now a diapered toddler. My dirty blond man bun was now a brown bed head mess. My face went from looking stressed to looking a little chubby and happy. My average body was now covered with some baby fat. Every single hair I had on my body that wasn’t head hair was gone. “Smooth as a baby” is what they say, and they’re damn right. My legs felt like I waxed them.
“I’m guessing you want to buy that brand of diapers?” The manager asked.
I turned around, almost forgetting I had to buy these, “Can I ask a few questions before I do?” She kneels down in front of me, “Sure sweetie, what is it?”
“If I take off the diaper do I automatically change back? Will everyone I know think I was always a toddler? Can you add more magic spells to this diaper? Do I have to change myself? Will my body start using the diaper on its own?”
“Slow down! No you won’t change back automatically, people will still know you used to be a teenager, I can add more spells, you won’t have to change yourself, and yes your body will start having accidents in the diaper over time.”
“Well then could you add some sort of spell that automatically cleans the diaper, as if I had never used it?”
“I can, along with a few more spells if you’d like?”
“Then could you make it to where I will change back optionally when I’m a naked toddler?”
“That’ll be hard, but I can try. Anything else?”
“That should be it I hope. Could you change me back please?”
She flicks her hand, and everything was back to normal size. I looked in the mirror, and I was back to my teenager self. “I’ll add the spells to the diapers. Come to the cash register when you’re done changing!”
I took off the diaper and laid it on the side. Putting my clothes back on, I couldn’t help myself realize what has happened today. For once, I was gonna have all the attention again.
I walked out of the dressing room with all my clothes on, and threw away the diaper in a nearby trashcan.
The manager was at the register, with a box of diapers already waiting for me. The box was different in many ways.
First off, it didn’t have the variety of the three anymore, and was mostly physical regression ones. Next the words “Custom Magic Diapers: Physical” was on the top in big cartoonish letters. Then was the model. I knew it was a different one because I didn’t remember modeling for her. I pointed this out, and she just explains it was “magic” that took the picture.
“Do you want anything else before you buy this?” She asked before scanning the box.