As the clothing began to glow, Marshall felt hope fill him. The hope was quickly dashed when his legs buckled under him. Marshall stared at his reflection, watching even more baby fat cover his limbs and fill his cheeks, and his hair change to a thin layer of fuzz.
“Whoops!” Christine said. Marshall looked up at her. “I guess I should have tried harder to find toddler clothes, huh?” She pulled back the front of Marshall’s diaper. “And you’re still a boy.” Christine frowned. “I wonder if the clothing magic only goes one way, if you’ll have to find a different method of reversing things.”
“No!” Marshall immediately began to thrash around, wailing loudly, throwing a massive temper tantrum. In the throes of his tantrum, his bladder and bowels emptied, filling his diaper with urine and poop.
“That’s enough, young man!” Christine said. She put Marshall over the back of one knee and spanked him, smearing the poop over his butt. Marshall let out a yelp of pain. “Normally, I wouldn’t spank someone so young, but you should know better, Marcia!” Christine paused. “Actually, I’ll start calling you Marshall instead. After all, you’re a little boy.”
“No thpank,” Marshall sobbed.
“Will you stop throwing a fit?” Christine asked. Marshall nodded. “All right. No spank.” Christine carried Marshall over to the changing table, where she removed Marshall’s diaper, wiped him down, and put him in a plain white diaper. She also took off Marshall’s shirt. “There. No girly clothes for a little man like you, Marshall.” Marshall sniffed loudly, still teary. “Aw, don’t worry, I have just the thing.” Christine popped a pacifier into Marshall’s mouth. “There!”
Christine picked Marshall up and turned around. As she did, she saw someone standing in the doorway to the nursery.