My name is Marcia Caldwell
I am 2 years old
Please call my mommy Roberta if found
It then listed Marcia’s current phone number and address. This, along with the name provided for her “mommy”, confused Marcia. Her mother’s name was Jennifer. She didn’t know any women named Roberta. The closest thing was that she knew Rusty, whose real name was Robert. Suddenly nervous by the crinkle she’d heard as she fell on her butt, Marcia lifted the skirt of her dress. She swallowed anxiously at the plain, but clearly very thick diaper she now wore.
“Naughty girl,” the banshee chided. It gently smacked Marcia’s hand. “A proper young lady doesn’t lift her dress like that!” The banshee finished buckling the backpack and then picked Marcia up. “I’d let you walk, sweetie, but girls as little as you don’t walk that well. So I’ll have to carry you.”
“Where are you taking me?” Marcia asked. She stifled a sigh of relief that she could still talk normally.
“To your mommy, of course!” The banshee floated through the halls. Eventually, they turned a corner. Rusty was just exiting a room.
“Rusty!” Marcia shouted. Rusty looked up. His eyes widened in horror. Before he could do anything, however, the banshee waved a hand. Rusty froze in place. Marcia could only watch as, before her eyes, Rusty was transformed into a young woman.
“There. See? I told you I’d take you to your mommy,” the banshee said, pleased. Rusty looked down at herself in astonishment. Her features remained the same, with the only real changes being some softening, as well as her clothes adjusting shape to fit her new figure. Her surprisingly curvaceous figure. Rusty was incredibly busty now, with a butt to match.
“What did you do?” Rusty asked. Her voice was sweet and melodic. “How did you do it? Banshees shouldn’t be able to do that!”
“I’m no normal banshee, my dear Roberta,” the banshee cooed. The banshee floated over to Rusty and deposited Marcia into her arms. “Here’s Marcia, by the way. I hope you enjoy your new daughter!” The banshee cocked its head thoughtfully. “Actually, Marcia, you should be a bit younger. That way Roberta can get some use out of that chest.”
Marcia felt herself shrink again. Her teeth retracted back into her gums, and her clothes changed to a soft, white onesie patterned with ladybugs. She could even feel her diaper get thicker, more appropriate for a baby than a toddler. Upset at being reduced yet again, Marcia glared at the banshee. Suddenly boldened by being in the presence of her partner, she asked the question that had been bouncing around her head.
“Did you alter reality?” she demanded. The banshee laughed.
“That is beyond even me, I’m afraid. I’ve given the two of you some new identification, but if anyone in the mansion sees you, you won’t be recognized. And hopefully, you’ll be thrown out.” With that, the banshee disappeared through a wall.
“Marcia, what just happened?” Rusty asked. Marcia opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, she let out a loud fart, closely followed by a hiss, as her bowels and bladder emptied into her diaper.
“I…used my diaper,” Marcia mumbled, embarrassed. Rusty rolled her eyes.
“Clearly.” Footsteps sounded nearby, as did voices. A few of the mansion’s employees were heading their way. They only had a few moments to decide what to do.