Amber went to change her age back to 26, but her finger slipped. She let out a squeak of panic as she saw “16” turn to “1”. The effect was immediate. She was now a baby, buckled into a baby carrier. The baby carrier was sitting next to the receptionist desk, so if she craned her neck, Amber could see that the new secretary was her mother, though she looked a lot younger.
Since Amber had become a baby, that made sense. Amber was suddenly alerted to the fact she was wearing a diaper now, by the feeling of warmth spreading in the diaper. This was quickly followed by mush as her bowels emptied. Uncomfortable, Amber began to cry.
“Aw, does my baby need a change?” cooed Amber’s mom. She removed Amber from the carrier. “Good thing my bosses said I can change you out here,” she said, laying a changing mat on the desk. Amber’s fussing increased as her mother removed her clothes and diaper. “Okay, okay, you can play on mommy’s phone for a bit.”
Amber’s mom handed Amber the phone. Amber discovered, to her relief, that the app was on her mom’s phone. She quickly pulled it up and generated a new sentence, desperate to get back to adulthood.
“The baby who came to work with her mom is getting a diaper change.”