Amber continued down her mental checklist. Changing "sexy" to "stained" barely registered in her addled mind. Even so, her remaining panties became cheap and numerous. Each having a slight yellow hue. Instantaneously each was a participation award for her bladder. Each signaled a time she tried, bouncing in her chair or cupping herself, and failing to make it to the bathroom on time. Each was a memory of failure and often teasing.
But she continued with her 'successful' thoughts about embarrassing herself further. She was reminded of her weekend babysitting job she used to save money. Although it hadn't existed before she changed her age, she wasn't allowed many hours during the week at the clinic. Last time she was there she had been picturing herself wearing one of the diapers. The mother didn't confront her, but noticed the strange fixation before leaving for the night. She knew if she just imagined the horror of being caught in her charge's diapers then generated a sentence... "Amber imagines getting caught stealing the little girl diapers during her last babysitting job."
Amber knew this was too far, but resistance meant nothing. She already was pushing against herself when she typed "recalls" in place of "imagines". As she tapped confirm, her phone winked out of view.
In a moment of realization, she remembered the whole scene. She was caught diapered, trying to boldly walk out the front door in a stolen pamper when the mother of the girl spied the back of her tucked in shirt. Amber was tried and judged immediately after. Her parents were called, along with her being fired, and she was summarily grounded for two weeks. Her parents confronted her, but beyond grounding her, didn't broach the subject further. It was all too much, thumb in mouth - she came to a crescendo. Then all at once relaxed as her padding warmed and soaked through.
Pit growing in her stomach, every fear and realization of what she'd done to herself hit. Thoughts battering her, she struggled to flip onto her back and begin the process of cleaning up. Unable to change herself back immediately ripped her to her core. She made so many changes that she couldn't remember them all. Worse yet, she had to try and hold onto her sanity until she had her phone and could fix herself. Yes, it was fun to be a diaper girl, but she didn't want to live this way forever.
Struggling through her memory, she remembered that she gave herself... what? What was it? Unbeknownst to her, her thumb crept to its usual spot. With her other hand she stripped her pants, then pulled the pull-up off. Standing in a sweater with a small wetspot on the front and back hem, she began to pull it off. She felt the coldness of the hems against her back and stomach, up her neck and smelt the urine. The stronger smell in her room suddenly became apparent.
Left in only a t-shirt and bra, thumb in her mouth, and a newly emptied bladder, Amber tried to figure out what to do next.