Alice likes how she looks, and decides to stay this age for a little bit longer, so that she can properly enjoy the effort she went to getting dressed up. However, when she feels warmth spreading through her diaper, she changes her mind. Wearing a diaper is one thing, using it is another.
She toddles around the store, looking for an item of clothing to change back to her proper self with. As she walks, she continues to pee, thoroughly wetting her diaper. Alice stops in front of a rack of adult dresses. Ideally, she’d return to being an adult man, but if she wears a dress to transform back, she won’t have to worry about only have a top or bottom on.
Alice looks through the dresses. She feels pressure growing in her bowels. Her eyes widen. Wetting her diaper is one thing, messing it is another. She needs to become an adult before she soils herself further. In an attempt to hold it in, she crosses her legs nervously.
Finally, she finds a dress that she likes – an elegant, glittering dark red evening gown. Alice beams. She grabs it off the hook and heads for the dressing room. One step, however, is enough to break her tenuous hold on her bowels. A thick log begins to enter her diaper. Hoping to speed up the process, Alice leans into it, squatting to be in a position that allows her to defecate easier and quicker.
After what feels like forever, Alice finishes evacuating her bowels. She straightens, her diaper now sagging under her, and hurriedly toddles for the dressing room.