“You’re going to a daycare.”
“What?!” Marcia squeaked.
“You won’t get the supervision you need here. But you’ll get it at a daycare. So, in the morning, the butler will be dropping you off at the same daycare I sent my sons to.” Christine smiled. “Don’t worry, it’s an excellent establishment. And you’ll only be there during the day. At night, you’ll come back here and I can watch you.”
“But-”
“No buts. You, miss stinky, will be going to daycare.” Christine sighed suddenly. “I’ll need to send someone out to fetch supplies for you. Who knows how long you’ll be stuck like this?” She placed Marcia in the crib. “I need to make arrangements. In the meantime, get some shuteye. A little girl like you needs plenty of sleep.”
Christine left the nursery before Marcia could say or do anything. Determined to defy Christine’s instruction, Marcia decided to stay awake. But her new, young body betrayed her. She quickly fell asleep.
When Marcia woke up the next morning, she was once again on the changing table in a dirty diaper. She groaned loudly.
“Gweat. I pooped again?”
“Yes, Little Miss Marcia left me quite the stinky present,” Christine teased, removing Marcia’s diaper. She began to wipe Marcia down. “I sent someone out to get some things for you, so you’ll be wearing disposables from now on. And more fashionable clothes.”
“Yay,” Marcia grumbled. Christine taped a fresh disposable diaper on her, then dressed her. Marcia’s outfit for the day consisted of a white T-shirt underneath bright pink overalls patterned with rainbow butterflies. Christine picked her up and brought her over to a mirror to see her reflection.
“You look so cute!” Christine gushed. Marcia glared at her reflection. Yes, she was cute. But the combination of more tight clothing and the puffier disposable diaper made a very obvious bulge around the waist. “Oh, one more thing!” Christine pulled a pink pacifier out of her pocket and popped it into Marcia’s mouth. “There!”
“No wike,” Marcia whined around the pacifier. Her eyes widened. “What happen?!”
“I ran across Rusty and explained your situation to him. He said that you might have some difficulty talking like a regular toddler, so he very helpfully put a charm on your binky. Don’t bother spitting it out, by the way. It will be in effect until I decide to remove it.”
“Fant- fant- tas-” Marcia grunted in frustration.
“Were you trying to say ‘fantastic’ sarcastically?” Christine asked. Marcia nodded. “Sorry, sweetie. Looks like you’re stuck with two syllables for now.” Marcia suckled on the pacifier sulkily. “Well, time for daycare!”
Christine brought Marcia to the main entrance of the mansion, where she was handed over to the butler. The butler then carried Marcia to a car and buckled her into a car seat. As they drove away from the mansion, Marcia could only hope that, like Christine had said, she was now headed to daycare, and not somewhere more nefarious.