“You’re going to my son’s house.”
“What?!” Marcia squeaked. “I have an aduwt mind!”
“A diaper-filler needs supervision,” Christine said firmly. “Adult mind or not, you’re a diaper-filler. I can’t in good conscience let you wander around when, at any moment, you could need another change and have no way to get one. My son will take good care of you, don’t worry. And I won’t tell him the truth about who you are, so you don’t have to be embarrassed to be an adult in a diaper.”
“I don’t know how to act wike a weaw kid,” Marcia argued.
“I’m sure you can figure it out. You have an adult mind, remember?” Christine said. She deposited Marcia back into the crib. “I’m going to go call my son. I’ll be right back.” She grinned. “Hopefully, you won’t have a dirty diaper when I come back.” Marcia blushed.
Christine seemed to be gone for even longer than before, but Marcia wasn’t sure whether she was imagining it or not. When Christine finally returned, the first thing she did was check Marcia’s diaper.
“Clean! Good, I don’t need to change you before my son gets here.”
“Whath hith name?” Marcia asked.
“Alfred. But that doesn’t matter.”
“Why?”
“Because I ran into Rusty and explained how you were worried about being able to act your age,” Christine said. She pulled a pacifier out of her pocket. “Luckily, he had a solution.” Christine popped the pacifier into Marcia’s mouth. “Apparently, the spell he cast upon this for me will make your behavior match your current age. Your mind will be the same, don’t worry. And the spell will automatically wear off once you’re returned to your proper age!”
“Yay,” Marcia mumbled around the pacifier. She was tempted to spit it out in spite, but knew that the spell would still be in effect. Once the pacifier was put in her mouth, the spell had transferred from the binky to her. “How wong I thay?”
“How long will you be staying with Alfred?” Christine asked. Marcia nodded.