“For your transformation, you’re going to turn into a 2-year-old toddler. And not only that, you are also going to get actual diapers, nice and fluffy and thick, perfect for holding the worst bowel movements from the messiest of toddlers. Which you are.” As Kyle spoke, Jennifer could feel her panties thickening and expanding into a diaper.
“For ease of changing you, you no longer have any pants. Just babyish dresses and skirts, short enough that everyone can see that diaper of yours.” Jennifer’s outfit suddenly transformed into a short skirt and a pink T-shirt that read "Stinky Girl”.
“Your hair is in pigtails.” Jennifer’s hair was suddenly in pigtails tied by ribbons. “You’re wearing slip-ons, since you can’t tie your shoes yet.” Jennifer’s shoes were replaced by Velcro sneakers. “And you’d better head outside soon, so that you don’t miss your ride.”
“Ride?”
“You’re two. You can’t drive.” With those words, Jennifer shrunk down to a toddler size that better suited her infantile attire. “You’re lucky you said something, by the way. If you didn’t, I was going to dare you to act like the toddler you are. But all I could do was give you the physical limitations you’d have as a toddler, not change your behavior to match.”
“Bastewd,” Jennifer snarled in her adorable toddler voice. Kyle chuckled.
“Isn’t that cute? Like I said, you should go outside now. Your mom won’t be happy if you miss your ride.”
“Wide to whewe?” Jennifer asked. The phone went dead. Jennifer stared at it, still in shock. She then swallowed, hung up the phone, and grabbed her backpack, which was now plastic and sparkly, with unicorns on it, to match her new age.
Her heart in her mouth, Jennifer exited the house to see…