Curious what would happen, Amber changed “office” to “playroom”. The world spun around her. Suddenly, she wasn’t in a clinic anymore. She was in someone’s house, sitting on the couch in the living room. She looked in the direction of Dr. Long. Dr. Long was now a toddler, apparently playing dressup as a doctor.
“Amber?” At the sound of her name, Amber looked over. A middle-aged woman smiled at her. “Thanks for babysitting on such short notice.”
“Not a problem,” Amber said.
“Well, you’re so good with Mary, we couldn’t help but hire you again,” the woman, apparently Dr. Long’s mother, said. “No one changes diapers better than you. Like usual, feel free to help yourself to some of our pull-ups if you need a change.”
Amber was glad that her alteration that made adults wear pull-ups hadn’t been erased.
“Thanks.”
“Oh, please, it’s no problem! You two have a good time together, okay?” Dr. Long’s mom said. Amber nodded. Dr. Long’s mom left. Dr. Long, now just Mary Long, waddled into the living room to look at Amber.
“Amber, come pway!” Mary said impatiently. Amber laughed, incredibly amused by how she had reduced her badass boss to a diapered toddler with a lisp.
“Sure thing, little stinker.” Amber followed Mary into her playroom. Before Mary could tell her what she wanted to play, the toddler abruptly squatted where she stood and began to grunt. Amber took out her phone and generated a new sentence.
“Mary is pooping in her diaper in front of the babysitter.”