Laura sneaks away to a corner, hiding from sight of any parents, and looks up the magic shop on her phone. Her eyes widen. She’s been looking for one located on Restart Road, but the same magic shop actually has another storefront! And, in a rare bit of luck for her, that storefront is in the same mall as the Chuck E. Cheese she’s currently in!
Even more luckily, there’s a baby clothing store nearby, and Laura quietly blends in with the crowds to escape the restaurant and enter the store. She grabs a cute pink sundress and matching sandals, slips them on, and then leaves the clothing store.
According to her phone, the magic store should be nearby, so Laura decides to go there as quickly as she can, hoping she can get there before it closes. Her toddler legs aren’t very fast, and her diaper only hampers her movement further, however, giving her a distinctive toddle. She considers ripping her diaper off, but as she’s thinking of doing so, she feels a warmth spread through her diaper and decides to keep the horrid garment on.
Laura finally manages to make her way to the magic shop, just in time to see the lights turn off. Her heart sinks. Just then, an old man exits the store and catches sight of her. He crouches down and smiles at her.
“Can I help you, little lady?” he asks. Laura nods eagerly. “Yes, that makes sense, as I can tell you have magic on you.” The man picks Laura up and carries her over to a nearby bench, then sits down with Laura on his lap. He waves his hand. “There. Now you can tell me everything, but you better do it fast. The spell won’t last long.”
Relieved to be able to talk like an adult again, Laura blurts out everything about her gradual descent into toddlerhood. When she finishes, the man nods thoughtfully.
“I see. I think I might be able to help you. But not until tomorrow. Even wizards need their rest.”
“…Oh,” Laura mumbles quietly. She feels a pressure building in her abdomen. Her eyes widen in horror and she crosses her legs, clenching her muscles. It’s no use. Just a few seconds after realizing she needed to go, Laura’s bowels empty into her already wet diaper with a loud fart. “Sowwy I boom-boom.”
“It’s okay, little girls do that,” the old man says airily. He waves his hand again, and Laura’s diaper is magically replaced with a fresh, clean one. “Now, clearly, you can’t be left on your own until tomorrow.” Laura nods in agreement glumly. She hates to admit it, but supervision is definitely the right move for her right now. “Luckily, I know just what to do with you.”