My name is Marcia Jordan
I am 3 years old
Please call my daddy Rusty if found
It then listed Rusty’s phone number and address, which left Marcia wondering if the banshee was able to affect other people with these changes or not. Speaking of changes, Marcia felt warmth spread through her underwear. Nervous, she lifted the skirt of her dress. Her jaw dropped at the princess-patterned diaper she now wore, which was visibly yellowed.
“I pee-pee?” Marcia squeaked. Her eyes widened at her childish way of speaking.
“Yes, you did,” the banshee said. “Normally, someone your age would be moved on to training pants while awake, but your daddy has been too busy to work on your potty training with you, so you’re still stuck in diapies.”
“Daddy?”
“Didn’t you read the tag? Rusty is your new daddy, sweetheart. You even look like him now!" The banshee picked Marcia up and held her to a mirror. Sure enough, Marcia didn't look like herself anymore. She now had Rusty's curly, red hair, distinctive hook-shaped nose, and bright blue eyes. "See? What a cutie! Though, now that I think about it…” The banshee set Marcia down and tapped her head. The letters on the tag suddenly turned into squiggles. “There! Someone your age wouldn’t be able to read.”
“Why?” Marcia whispered.
“Your daddy can’t have any suspicions,” the banshee said, poking Marcia’s nose. “Now, time to run along and find your daddy! He’ll be the one to change you out of that wet diaper.”
“No!” Marcia said. She crossed her arms. “I stay.”
“Clearly, I haven’t given you enough motivation,” the banshee sighed. It passed its hand through Marcia’s torso. Marcia suddenly felt a pressure build in her abdomen. “Sorry to set you back even more on your potty training than you were before, but you and your daddy need to get out of here quickly.”
“You- you-” Marcia could feel herself beginning to push. “You make me poop!” Marcia wailed.
“Yes, I did. Don’t worry, if you find your daddy in time, maybe he can take you to a potty and you won’t have poopy pants!” the banshee cooed. Marcia sprinted away as quickly as she can, which wasn’t very fast. Not only did she have small, clumsy legs, but her diaper spread her legs apart, giving her a distinctive toddle.
After what felt like ages, Marcia turned a corner and saw Rusty. She stopped, relieved. Coming to a stop was a mistake, however. Instinct took over and she bent her knees into a squat. She began to grunt with the force of her pushing, her face turning beet red. After what felt like ages, a thick log began to enter her diaper.
“Oh, no,” Rusty said, coming over. “Why are you making boom-boom, Marcia?”
“No find potty.”
“And you couldn’t hold it long enough for me to take you to one?” Rusty asked. Marcia shook her head. Rusty sighed. “All right. That’s it. I’ve got enough cash from the last job to take some time off. Daddy’s going to give you a potty training crash course. Hopefully we can get you out of diapies and into training pants before I need to take another job.”
Marcia grunted one last time. She let out a sigh of relief and straightened. Her diaper, hidden by her dress, sagged under her.
“First things first, let’s get you changed.” Rusty picked Marcia up and began to carry her through the mansion. Marcia’s mind began to race. If Rusty really was planning on leaving the job now, she wasn’t very optimistic about being able to change back to her proper self.
Then again, she could feel terror surging through her at the thought of spending any time in the mansion. To her shock, she was even terrified by the thought of her daddy – no, Rusty – being in the mansion. It was so scary! Did Marcia want to go back to the mansion, or for her daddy to go back?