Your mother no longer looks like a matronly women in her mid forties, but a strong looking woman in her late twenties. You try to cry out to her, but find that somehow your thumb has made its way into your mouth.
"Hush, now." The women says sternly as she leads you into a room and lifts you onto a changing table. Tears come to your eyes as you see yourself in a mirror. A three year old with his thumb in his mouth stares back at you. An obvious wet spot spreads down his crotch to his shoes, and his legs kick in frustration.
The woman pushes you onto your back and quickly strips you. She pulls out a thick cloth diaper and quickly pins it into place without cleaning you first. A pair plastic are quickly followed by a Barney & Friends shirt and a set of overalls with snaps in the crotch.
"There you go all nice and clean. You run to your mommy now, big boy. That is while she's still old enough to be your mommy!" She laughs evilly and you realize with horror that she knows your an adult!
Toddling out to the reception area you are surprised to see...