“We need to get you dressed right away,” Isaac said hurriedly. “At your age, you need protection.” Sarah blushed, but couldn’t argue. Isaac quickly brought her into an adjacent room that was filled with supplies for toddlers and babies.
“Is a diaper really necessary?” Gerald asked, watching Isaac tape a thick, fluffy diaper on Sarah. “Wouldn’t training pants suffice?”
“Sarah’s skills have all been reduced to match her age. According to her records, she didn’t even start potty training until she was four. The machine turned her two. She needs a diaper.”
“He wight,” Sarah said softly. “I need diapy.” Her eyes widened at her babyish lisp.
“Well, if you’re fine with it…” Gerald mumbled. Isaac dug around a box of clothes and pulled out a toddler dress and matching diaper cover.
“No, too girly,” Sarah complained. Isaac shrugged.
“Sorry, but you’re going to have to get used to toddler clothes for a while.” He dressed Sarah. “There! You look like a regular toddler now.”
“I feew wike one,” Sarah muttered, tugging on her dress.
“You do?” Gerald asked. Sarah nodded. “Why?”