Elizabeth chose the disposable option right off the bat.
“If I’m go to be a diaper, might as well get the full experience,” she thought.
She then set the parameters of her new form. She’d be a size 4 Luvs Pro Level Leak Protection diaper. Elizabeth pondered who should be the one to wear her. With the size and brand she chose, the list was quite small. She wasn’t familiar with any of the options so she just picked one at random: “Tamara Davis, Age 2.” Elizabeth chose to have her face on the outer backside of the diaper, that way she could see.
Then came the hard question. How long should the transformation be? Elizabeth was “excited” to say the least about wanting to be a diaper, but she didn’t want to be a diaper forever. She did want it to last though, so she made a specific set of transformations. After she had been used and put in a diaper pail, after a few minutes minutes, she’d be turned into a fresh diaper elsewhere. This would happen exactly 9 times, meaning that she’d become 10 diapers. After her 10th form would be used, she’d get transformed back into herself again. Elizabeth thought that was a perfect plan, and input it into the Chronivac.
She set it so she couldn’t communicate with others at all, nor did they know she was a diaper.
“What’s the fun in being inanimate if people think I’m a person in a diaper’s body?” Elizabeth thought.
And with that decision, the Chronivac was set up. All that was left to do was for Elizabeth to use it on herself. She wasted no time in firing the beam directly into her chest, where a white flash completely obscured her vision, and knocked her unconscious.
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When she awoke, Elizabeth didn’t feel like her usual self. She felt flat, and like she was folded over backwards. Her arms and legs felt like shriveled up pieces of tape, her back felt like it was made of thick cotton, and her skin felt like it was made of some kind of papery plastic.
“It worked,” Elizabeth thought, “I’m a diaper!”
She tried to look around to get the gist of her surroundings, but her everything was completely dark. She could make out the latticework on the ceiling, which was pink.
“Ohhhhh,” the diaper-girl realized, “I must be in a drawer.”
Footsteps could be heard outside, getting closer and closer. The room Elizabeth was in got pulled forward, confirming her assumption. The light blinded the diaper-girl, but when her “eyes” adjusted, she was face-to face with a woman. The woman grabbed a diaper right beside Elizabeth, closed the drawer, and walked away. The diaper-girl was confused as to why she wasn’t picked.
“Maybe next time,” she thought.
Two hours passed, and Elizabeth was starting to get bored.
“C’mon,” she thought, “I want some action.”
Not long after, those same footsteps could be heard again. The drawer was reopened by the same woman who…