Vanessa grabbed a perfume off the rack, opened it, and sprayed it on herself.
"Smells like baby powder," John said. The smell was strong too. It smelled like he was right in front of a toddler getting it's diaper changed. "Hey, where'd you go?" He looked all around. Vanessa had simply disappeared. But then, a voice came from below him.
"I wight here!" John looked down, and a toddler wearing nothing but a pair of Pampers looked up at him. "Dis pafume make you baby, see? But I no baby, I big giwl," she proudly exclaimed while losing all bladder control, soaking her diaper. "Sowwy, I pee-pee diapees...gimme big giwl pafume! If my mamader see me pee-pee, I get fiwed and no be big giwl again!" He scanned the racks, grabbed a perfume labeled "Progressive: The Scent for Big Girls," and sprayed it all over the messy-diapered little girl. She grew back up to her proper age, still wearing the sodden Pamper.
"Yeah, it changes your clothes going down, but not up," she sighed. "So, what do you think?"