“You girls need to understand that keeping secrets will result in punishment,” the mother scolded.
“Yeah,” Jess replied, defeated, “I know.”
The mother grabbed the tablet, and begun to type.
“Now, listen up,” the mother explained, “You three are going to be transformed into diapers...”
The girls were confused by this.
“Isn’t that why we’re in trouble?” Cassie muttered under her breath.
The mother heard this, and added, “…For Luna and Mikey.”
“Who?” Kate asked.
“The neighbors’ toddlers,” the mother added.
Instantly, very messy flashbacks of babysitting rushed into Jess’ mind.
“Uh,” she tried to negotiate, “How about another punishment.”
The mother chuckled.
“It’ll only be for a week,” she informed, “But that should be enough to teach you.”
“Only a week?” Cassie said, “Piece of cake.”
“You don’t understa-” Jess tried to warn, but a blinding light cut her off.
The transformation process had finished starting, and the mother had executed it. Where the girls once stood were three plain white diapers, fit for toddlers. As the girls adjusted, the mother picked them up.
“What’s happening!?” Kate yelled, in fear.
“We’re moving!” Cassie shouted.
“Mom, put us down!” Jess called.
The mother didn’t heed the call, and walked out of the room. She carried the diapers into the entryway, out of the house, and onto the streets of their neighborhood.
“This can’t be happening!” Jess was livid.
“We’ve all been Goodnites though,” Cassie said, “This shouldn’t be any different, so why are you freaking out?”
“Cassie!” Jess screamed, “They’re not potty-trained. We’re going to be… be…”
“Ewwww!” Katie exclaimed, realizing what would happen.
The mother reached the front door of the neighbors’ house, and rang the doorbell. A woman opened the door, and greeted her.
“Hi Barb,” the mother said, “I think were left behind last time I babysat the twins.”
The other woman, who was Luna and Mikey’s mother, grabbed the three diapers out of the mother’s hands, and said, “Thanks! We were running short.”
“You’re welcome,” the mother said, her mouth contorting into a smile, “Hopefully these three last a while.”
The twins’ mother closed the door, and carried the three diapers upstairs.
“Well, this is it,” Kate said, “The next week of our lives.”
The girls braced themselves as the woman walked up to a door with the names “Mikey” and “Luna” spelled out in magnetic letters.