Sonia pauses again in her story telling and looks at you.
"Still not too scary? For a 'ghost' story that is." and she chuckles at her little joke going slightly more transparent.
You laugh too, high pitched and loud, before you catch yourself and think about what you just did. You still have a healthy fear of this ghost but there is definitely something going on. She had promised not to transform you, only those that meant harm to the kids or were vandals. So far, you'd only listened to a story, but you felt strange as the story went on, and something was pinching your leg on the inside of your thigh, that hadn't been there before.
"It's not too scary. Can we finish?" you use your best pleading voice, still thinking that if you keep the ghost happy things will come out ok. Just work with her, not against her, and you might get to keep your humanity intact.
"I think maybe it's nap time first. You could get very cranky if you go without a nap." Sonia says and she stands up from the story circle, floating over to a cabinet, and taking out a pillow and a blue blanket that clearly has rainbow bears printed on it. "Come on now. Let's go to the quiet room." She turns and floats to a door on the side of the room with moons and stars cut from paper taped to it. Floating through she looks over her shoulder to make sure you're joining.
You stand and feel that strange sensation of wrongness for a moment, there is something different. It had been happening so slowly you had barely noticed, but as Sonia was telling the story you felt your mind growing... younger? That explains how you were talking now. You take a few steps toward the door Sonia entered and then you notice the other change, the odd sensation of something pressing on your thigh while you sat in the story circle makes sense now.
A few steps and the crackle of plastic gave it away, then you realize that walking is awkward with the bulky thing stuck between your legs. With a sigh, you know immediately what has happened. Slowly you reach down to unbutton the front of your pants, and with a quick pull of the zipper you release the shiny plastic front of your new diapers.
They are shiny in the front with an adorable bear face on the waistband. Your shoes are already off, might as well pull down your pants too. Sonia clearly has the upper hand here, and playing along is important. Nobody is around. It's going to be ok. You repeat this over and over and you pull your pants over your feet and leave them behind, waddling awkwardly in a large diaper. Your dress shirt hangs over it covering it up mostly, and your socks are enough to keep your feet warm, just don't think about it. You're ok, it's going to be ok.
You are at the door to the quiet room where Sonia says you must take a nap. Reaching up to it you stop, feeling your shirt move by itself, it grows tighter around your bicep. It begins to change, the fabric on the sleeves turning in to blue trim and the buttons popping off one by one as the fabric merges together in to a t-shirt. It's so tight you can see the curves of your arm and chest muscles through it, but then it extends downward, the bottom of the shirt stretching, more blue trim forming. As it extends you see it curve and taper, two buttons pop in to place and it tucks itself neatly between your legs. You feel the snap as it fastens to the back. A onesie. Your shirt has turned in to a white and blue onesie fit for a man your age and size but just a bit tight.
Your diaper crackles as you turn to inspect yourself, filling out your new pajamas pretty well. It's going to be ok. Just go with it. You're still you. It has become a mantra now against the madness, and the panic, of what is happening to you. In the next room Sonia awaits. You press a hand to the door and walk through, pushing it open in to a dark room with a series of small beds set up on the floor.