When I woke, it was like I just had the best sleep in years. I was warm and felt content with the world. I let in a deep breath and took in the comfortable climate controlled air of the room I found myself in. My eyelids fluttered open and that was when I noticed the first wrong thing. The room was tinted with an off-white in the direction of pink and a mobile slowly swirled overhead. That wasn't right. I raised a hand to see if it was really there or just a hallucination and found my fingers to be smaller and daintier than they ever were. Okay, that's even worse.
I rose on my elbows to see my body laid out before me and it was nothing like how I remembered myself being. I was young. I scurried to a seating position, which was a mistake as it squished the contents of my diaper against my crotch and sent shivers up my spine. I could have reconciled that the shimmering portal had made me young again but the sensation I felt was entirely alien and I had shivers go up my spine as red flags and error alerts sounded off in my brain. I jumped off of the bed, feeling the weight of the diaper sag beneath me, and ran to the full body mirror at the end of the room.
I was a girl. Maybe seven or eight, I couldn't quite tell. Long red hair cascaded down my shoulders and all I wore was a simple night shirt and a infantile diaper. What had happened to me? Did my body transform or was my consciousness transferred to this girl? Panic welled up within me and threatened to consume all rational thought, and I wanted to scream.
"I'm a girl," I whispered, sounding very much like my apparent age.
Before I could fully process the weight of the transformation, a knock at the door shattered my thoughts and forestalled the panic. That panic was replaced with a different kind as I was presented with a woman standing in the doorway. She looked somewhat concerned but calm and caring at the same time.
"Sweetheart, did you have a bad dream?" she asked. Did she think I was supposed to be her daughter? I had no idea what that meant, and what would she do if I claimed to be a middle-aged man inside? I couldn't let her know until I was certain she would understand. I nodded, which was followed with an audible swallow.
As if that was all she needed to know, she continued from where she was in the doorway. I had no memory of ever being in the presence of someone so much taller than I was. It took all of my energy to not shrink into myself and take the first step into playing this role I had decided for myself. She put a hand to my shoulder and guided me to the left of the mirror where a changing table waited. Oh, yes, that was a necessity, wasn't it? Resigned to the situation, I walked up to it and walked up the two shallow steps that then let me lay on the table.
I tried to remain staring up and ignore the diaper change as it happened, but my head shot up as soon as fresh air made contact with the diaper area. I could have made myself believe that the rest of the transformation had happened, and that I could have been a really girly-looking boy, but as my new mother took the first swipes with the wet wipes I was left with the undeniable evidence of it having been a complete transformation.
At one point she noticed that I was watching her work, and remarked about how I would some day be able to change my own diapers. It was good that she thought that was what I was watching for, rather than trying to solidify in my brain that I wasn't a man anymore. I watched as the soiled diaper was taken away and then, with utter dismay, as it was replaced with a fresh one. Whatever life I was going to be living now, it seemed that this girl I had become was not going to be making use of a proper toilet. If I was made to wear a diaper, it was because I was expected to use it.