Kaitlin looks at Laura curiously, but before she can say anything, Laura hears the voice of the dice. She has no clue how the dice managed to roll; they were supposed to be safe.
“Five years you have walked this Earth. Now this number is but two. Each roll of the dice shall return more of what you have lost.”
In front of the toddler girl, she shrinks down to the age she’s been posing as. Unfortunately, that means she’s now too small for her new clothes. Kaitlin’s eyes widen.
“You too?” she whispers.
“Kaitwin, it me, Lowa,” Laura whispers. Kaitlin’s eyes widen further. Before she can say anything, however, a daycare worker comes over.
“Someone made boom-boom,” the worker says. He picks Kaitlin up, then frowns at Laura. “Why are you in such big clothes?”
“Dwess-up,” Laura fibs. The daycare worker lifts Laura’s dress and inspects her diaper and diaper cover.
“No, you’re in the same state that Kaitlin was when she got here. Everything you’ve got on is too big for you. Do you two know each other?”
“Sister,” Kaitlin pipes up. “Twin!”
“That makes sense. And now we only have to track down one family, instead of two.” The daycare worker takes Kaitlin away to be changed. Kaitlin takes the diaper change in stride, much like how she handled using her diaper.
The daycare worker returns with Kaitlin and what look like some clothes. After setting Kaitlin down, he turns his attention to Laura. Before Laura can do anything, the daycare worker removes the clothes and diaper she was just changed into, replacing it with the same outfit as Kaitlin: a diaper and T-shirt, though Laura’s is purple. Laura blushes furiously, embarrassed to be changed on the floor of the daycare, not even on a changing table.
“All right, I’ll go update the information on you two. What’s your name, sweetie?”
“Lowa.”
“Laura. Got it.” The daycare worker leaves. Kaitlin turns to Laura.
“Lowa, you no get upset,” she scolds. Laura frowns. Kaitlin pokes Laura’s diaper. “Diapy and change. No act like embarrass. Get used to.” Laura crosses her arms. “I dis wittle for fwee days now. Diapy better than poopy pants.”
“…Fine,” Laura concedes. She stares in awe at her friend. “Fwee days? But I see you at work yesterday! Expwain.”