I go to where they were pranking kids, and decided to walk over to some people having a picnic. My plan was to make myself look like some ghost of a dead child looking for his parents. I made my body looked mauled, and started walking.
“Have you seen my mo-“ I was interrupted by my stupidity. Apparently there was a rock that I had somehow didn’t see. I tripped and fell on my face, losing concentration of the mauled child illusion.
The family turned around, looking at me. They all were confused as to what happened.
To avoid more embarrassment, I just left back to my friends.
“What was that diaper boy?” Rick teased
“Nothing, shut up!” I replied back.
“Did you fail diaper boy? Does someone need a change?” Nathan joined in on the teasing. This usually wouldn’t bother me, but this time it did. Tears started rolling down my eyes, and I couldn’t stop it.
I stopped the projection and went back into my body at the house. The last thing I hear from them was “Guys stop this isn’t funny anymore!” from Jason.
I practically ran up the stairs and went to the bathroom. My eyes were somehow crying, and I tried to wash my face before anyone can notice.
Someone knocked on the door, which I then yelled out “occupied!” to them.
“Everything ok sweetie? I heard you running up the stairs.” Michael’s mom asked. I didn’t expect her to still be at the house, so it surprised me.
“Yea it’s ok, I just really needed to go.” I replied back.
“Is he still crying?” Rick asked, which wouldn’t go well for any situation.
I opened the door, “I was only crying in the projection, and I really had to go to the bathroom.”
“Why were you crying?” Michael’s mom asks. I knew that she was a chill parent, and any excuse would lead to some sort of comfort from her.
“He accidentally austral projected as a toddler, and agreed to a bet that he can scare more people than us. He tripped, fell and cried. After that he left to the bathroom apparently.” Rick tells her.
“Did you fully agree to the bet? Handshake and all?” She asks.
“It was more of a handshake with a hand and a finger.” I said with shame.
“Well then, what was the loser supposed to do?”
“They were supposed to be regressed to the age of the winner’s choosing.” Rick tells her.
“Ok, that’s an easy spell I can do. What age did you guys agree on?”
“We agreed to around two to three years old.” He said.
She went to a bookcase and grabbed a book. After flipping through some pages, she stopped on one and recited a spell. “Make him young, make him cute. Regress this man to three years of age!”
Both me and my clothes started to shrink down. When I got to the age of three, I felt extremely embarrassed and full of shame. Michael’s mom grabs my hand and starts taking me somewhere. “You boys go ahead and do what ever you want, I have to inform his parents about this.”
We get to her room, which had one of those old phones that you had to spin to call.
“Could I sleep over?” I ask her before she made the call. “You can stay over anytime sweetie, just make sure your parents are ok with it.”
She calls them, informing them of the situation, and how I’ll be sleeping over. The look on her face shows she was talking to my parents. She finished talking, and hangs up. “Are they usually this bitchy?” She asks. I shrug my shoulders, “Ever since I studied magic they’ve hated my guts.”
She looks at me with an immense amount of pitty, then went to her closet and grabbed a large cardboard box. It was labeled “Michael’s old stuff”, which led to what I think she would be doing.
Inside the box looked like all of Michael’s old baby stuff, and possibly clothes he wore up until the first grade. She gets another box and a few clothes. The other box was filled with different kinds of diapers, in different sizes and brands. “I wasn’t sure if you’d be ok with wearing diapers or wear pull-ups, so I got both out.”
“It’s ok, I’ll wear diapers.” I tell her. She looks though the box, looking at me then back into the box, and got out two diapers. “Cloth or disposable?”
Even though the cloth diaper was just a plain white, it would need plastic pants. Having a disposable would be better in my opinion. “Disposable please.”
She hands me the diaper “Alright go in my bathroom and put it on!” As many times I’ve had my diaper changed in my dream world, I don’t know how to put it on.
I just stand there, awkwardly waiting to tell her my confession. She turns around and asks what’s wrong.
“I don’t know how to put on a diaper.” I tell her. She comes over to me and grabs the diaper. “Want me to put it on you?” I nod my head.
“Hop on my bed and we’ll get started!” I climb on her bed, which led to her taking off my pants and revealing my regressed boxers that are now dog underwear. She takes those off too and lifts my legs. Then I felt some sort of cream being rubbed along my privates. I look at her with a face of shock and terror. “It’s to make sure you don’t get a rash.” I relax and lay my head down again, while she starts taping up the diaper.
When she finished, she lifted me sat me on the floor. “Do you want to wear no pants, some other clothes, or your pants?”