Marshall’s chest filled with hope as he watched the clothing begin to glow. That hope quickly turned to horror as his hair became wispy.
“No!” he squeaked. His limbs, already chubby with baby fat, became even chubbier. He shrunk, and as he shrunk, his legs buckled under him, making him fall back onto his diapered butt. “No!”
“…Oh,” Christine said quietly. “I guess I shouldn’t have dressed you in baby clothes.” She pulled back the front of Marshall’s diaper. “At least you’re back to being a girl.”
“Bad!” Marcia insisted. Yes, she could use her proper name again, but at what cost? “Big boy gooder. Baby now!” Her eyes widened. When her age had been reduced further, so had her speaking ability! Christine picked her up.
“Look on the bright side,” Christine said. “Back when you could walk, you could get into trouble that someone in diapers shouldn’t. But now that you can’t, you can stay safe!” Marcia glared at her. Without warning, she let out a loud fart. Her bowels emptied, filling her diaper with hot, smelly, mushy poop.
“I boom-boom,” Marcia wailed, overwhelmed by her complete inability to control herself.
“You sure did,” Christine cooed. She carried Marcia over to the changing table. “Don’t worry, I have plenty experience cleaning boom-boom off of little butts.” Christine removed Marcia’s diaper and began to wipe her down. “I have to admit, I wasn’t sure that my plan would work.”
“Pwan?” Marcia squeaked. Christine nodded.
“I thought maybe if I dressed you in baby clothes, you’d turn into a baby.” She smiled. “I’ve got plenty of toddler girl clothes.”
“Why?”
“I just told you,” Christine said, sounding surprised. She taped on a fresh diaper. “This is the only way to keep you from getting into trouble.” She picked Marcia up. “There! All clean! Now, I’m going to take you to…”