You walk slowly down to the basement avoiding all the cobwebs. You decided to snoop around here first, you’re parents had never allowed you down here before, they always said it was “Too Dangerous”. As you reached the bottom of the stairs you saw many boxes, but one box caught your eye. It was a pink box and it had your sister’s name on it in sparkly pink writing. You opened the lid slowly and what you saw inside made your heart race. It was your sister’s old baby clothes. Diapers, Pacifiers, Skirts, Princess Dresses, Bibs and the one that you loved the look of the most, Your sisters old ballerina uniform. You were small for your age, so fitting in some old girl clothes mad for a toddler would be no problem. You lifted the box up and brought it to your room, you then layed it all out on your bed. First you grabbed a diaper, It was pink and had Cinderella on the front. You lay on your bed naked, your penis hanging freely. Putting on the diaper proved to be a lot more difficult than expected, but it was on now, you then grabbed the pink tights from the ballet uniform and slipped them on with surprising ease, then the top cake on and finally the tutu. You turned and looked in your mirror, you smiled at yourself, but there was something missing. You walked to the kitchen with a spring in your step, completely oblivious to the changes that were happening. Your ass expanded as did the diaper, giving you a nice plump as that any girl would die for, your hips shot outwards, your legs became smooth and hair less, your arms and wrists became daintier and gained pink nail polish and last but not least your flat chest lost all it’s hair and grew huge tits. You hade the body of a smoking hot teenage girl, except for your head. When you reached the kitchen you went straight for the shelf, the shelf held laxatives, you grabbed the packet and a glass of water. You crushed every last laxative and put it into the cup and drank it. Almost instantly the effects of the laxative began, your diaper began filling and before long it was touching the floor, but it didn’t stop your diaper grew and grew, so much you couldn’t even move. Then you heard the door open, “We’re Hooooome!!”