The ray hit Mia. When the light faded, Mia looked to be about six years old. Her hair was in pigtails, she was sucking on a pacifier just like Makenna, and was completely naked other than a large, fluffy diaper. Makenna burst into laughter.
“You’re a kindergartener, but you’re dressed like a baby!” she jeered. Mia glared at her. “Aw, don’t get all grumpy. It’s not like you’re going to use that diaper you have on. After all, you’re too old to not be potty trained.”
“I guess you’re right,” Mia said around her pacifier. She grinned and pointed the gun at Makenna. “I think you should join me!”
“Wait, no-” Makenna started. It was too late. The light faded, and she was six years old, dressed like she was one. “Mia!”
“If I have to be like this, so do you.” A strange look crossed her face. There was a soft hiss. Yellow began to spread throughout her bright white diaper. Makenna burst into laughter.
“You’re wetting yourself!” Makenna pointed out. Suddenly, she felt something churn in her abdomen. Her knees bent into a squat. She began to push. Mia, finished peeing, grinned at her.
“Maybe I peed my diaper, but you’re pooping yours!” she teased. Makenna finished emptying her bowels and straightened again, her diaper now sagging under her.
“Well, we both need a change, and should keep wearing diapers until we get our potty training back.”
“Yeah.” Mia frowned. “Maybe we can shoot something with the gun, and it’ll make some new diapers for us.”
“That’s a good idea,” Makenna said. Mia held up the gun.
“What should I shoot?” she asked.