“I wish your clothes matched your size,” Mark said. Jesse’s oversized, ill-fitting clothes were replaced with a pink dress, a matching pink bow in her hair, and a diaper. Jesse stomped her foot in frustration.
“Why did you put me in a diaper?” she demanded. “I’m not happy about the other clothes, but a diaper? Really? It’s not like I’m going to use it!”
“I wish you did,” Mark said quickly. Jesse’s face went slack with horror. Her diaper, visible under her dress, turned yellow. She let out a loud sniff, devastated to have peed herself. “Aw, it’s okay,” Mark cooed. “I wish you were in a clean diaper.” Jesse’s yellowed and wet diaper was replaced with a fresh one. “There!”
“That was humiliating!” Jesse shouted, stomping her feet even more. “How could you do that to me? I’m your wife!”
“Clearly, you haven’t learned your lesson,” Mark said. He wished for a stroller to appear, then buckled Jesse into it. “Maybe some humiliation will help.”
“What are you talking about?”
“We’re going to the park. But before we do, I think you need to change up your behavior. Act in a way that matches how you’re dressed.” Jesse paled.
“You’re going to make me even more like a baby?” she whispered. Mark patted her head.
“Yes. But don’t worry, I’m just going to change one thing, and I won’t be actually turning you into a baby. You’ll stay an adult, just baby-sized.”
After a moment of thought, Mark knew exactly what to wish for.