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Marcia Caldwell: Paranormal Private Investigator

Punished Further

Marcia took a deep breath. She reached out with her telepathy, trying to read the banshee’s mind. What she encountered was something older than she thought possible, and more powerful than any being she’d ever come across before. She wasn’t able to get anything more than vague feelings that something bad would come with the full moon, and that Christine was at the center of it all, before the banshee blocked her telepathy.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” the banshee said in a dangerous voice, reappearing in front of Marcia. Marcia let out a small squeak of fear. She felt a tiny spurt of pee enter her new training pants. “I was going to leave you at four, but clearly you can’t behave at that age! I’ll have to fix that.”

The banshee poked Marcia’s nose. Marcia began to shrink again. Her clothes changed once more, transforming into a soft white onesie covered in ladybugs. Her bag fell off and transformed into a similarly patterned diaper bag. Marcia’s training pants thickened into a proper diaper, her hair turned wispy, and she felt her teeth disappear from her mouth.

“There. Six months old should do the trick,” the banshee said firmly. She picked Marcia and the diaper bag up, then floated through the halls until she arrived at a nursery. The banshee dropped the diaper bag on the floor and carefully deposited Marcia into the crib. “Don’t worry, I’ll have your parent come get you to bring you home. This house is no place for someone still breastfeeding.”

Marcia began to fuss, squirming as much as she could, but it was no use. The banshee kissed her forehead and disappeared again. Marcia looked down at the diaper bag. If she could get to it, maybe she could get out of this mess! That is, if the bag still held any of her supplies.

After what felt like ages, the door to the nursery opened.

“Aw, is my baby girl upset?” a voice cooed. Someone walked over to the crib. “I really shouldn’t have brought my daughter here, but I hate being away from her so much…” Whoever it was picked Marcia up. Marcia looked up at the person the banshee had decided would be her parent. It was…


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