Putting the women in diapers was fun, but Erin needed to turn it up a notch, if she really wanted to get her revenge. She generated a new sentence.
“The women are going to wait for the bus to their homes.” Erin grinned deviously. If they were wearing diapers, they should probably go somewhere that their diapers would fit in. She changed “homes” to “daycare”.
Immediately, the women’s clothing, flashy and flirty from a night out on the town, turned into daycare uniforms. They all wore pleated skirts and matching T-shirts, which said “Happy Times Adult Daycare” on them. Erin scowled. Adult daycare? That wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted them to be attending a regular daycare, where they would be surrounded by babies and toddlers, and people younger than them would be changing their diapers.
The women stopped walking, waiting for the bus like Erin, but ignoring her, still talking about their diapers. Erin quickly generated a new sentence.
“The women attend an adult daycare that operates 24/7 to take care of their around-the-clock needs.” Perfect! Erin changed “adult” to “regular”. The name on the T-shirts no longer mentioned adults anywhere.
“It just sucks that because we’re not potty-trained, we have to basically live at a daycare,” whined Trish. “I don’t like being reminded that little Timmy that’s three years old is doing better with his potty chart than me.”
“Speak for yourself,” Tina said proudly. “Miss Lisa told me that I’ll probably be able to move up to training pants soon.”
“Really?” gasped Sindy. Tina nodded. “Ooh, you’re so lucky! You have to go so long without making boom-boom in your diaper, I’ve never even gotten halfway there!” Tina preened, thrilled to be more mature than her friends.
That wouldn’t do. Sure, it was amusing that the women used childish words, but Tina couldn’t be put in diapers only to get out of them right away! Erin generated another sentence, this time, focusing on Tina.
“Tina needs to poop, but can hold it until she gets to daycare.” A quick change of “can” to “can’t”, and suddenly Tina looked very nervous. She crossed her legs, bouncing up and down anxiously.
“I should have gone boom-boom before we left the club,” she muttered. Erin let Tina do the potty dance for a while longer, but when she got bored of it, decided to help Tina along.
“Tina will poop in ten minutes” became “Tina will poop in zero minutes”. Tina promptly dropped to a squat like a toddler and began to grunt. Her friends sighed sadly.
“Guess you’ll have to wait a while longer before you can move up to training pants,” Trish said.
“I need to boom-boom, too, and I know I won’t make it,” said Sindy. “Solidarity!” She dropped to a squat as well, grunting just like Tina. Trish shrugged and followed suit. Erin could barely hold back her laughter as she watched the grown women publicly mess themselves, two of them on purpose.
Just as the women were finishing, the bus for the daycare pulled up.
“Perfect timing,” Tina sighed. “They can change us on the bus.” Erin raised an eyebrow, interested. She wouldn’t mind tagging along for this. A couple quick changes to a sentence or two, and Erin was now an employee at the daycare the women attended. She boarded the bus with them, already looking forward to the further torment she could cause.