Jeff felt a tingling sensation and then felt himself shrinking and his organs melting away as they transformed into soft, fluffy padding. Sitting on the chair in front of his desk, in the mirror on his bedroom door, he could see that he had transformed into a light pink pre-fold cloth diaper sized for a newborn, with cute girly images drawn all over him. When nothing else happens, he wonders Why am I still here? Wasn't my location meant to be random?.
At that moment, his nosy little 13-year-old sister Jess barges into his room, demanding, "What, you up to, Jeff? I saw you bring that wired package in here. Hey, is that a diaper on your chair?" frowning at the lack of response she approaches examing the diaper that is Jeff, "Were are you Jeff, I know you're in here? Oh, what's this on your computer?"
All Jeff can do is watch on in horror as his little sister examines his computer, mumbling, "This can't be real you can't just turn people into diapers, but there's this diaper here and Jeff's missing. Could it possibly be for real? Maybe I should experiment; hmm. I can try increasing the duration and maybe give him a proper location. Let's see." Jeff is even more horrified as he watches on helplessly as his sister edits his settings:
Transformation: Cloth Diaper – Newborn size – Girls Design
Duration: Until worn out
Transformee Awareness: On
Transformee Senses: On
Others Awareness: Off
Location: Diaper Service – In use by families with newborn baby girls 1 to 6 months.
The world starts to fade away as he hears Jess yelling, "It works, it really real, so long…" only to reappear in a plastic bucket packed with similar cloth diapers being dropped off on the front porch of a house. Right after he set down, he watches as another similar bucket is picked up and slowly moves away, disappearing from view.
It’s not long before a young teenage girl appears, picking up the bucket and calling out, "Mum, the new diapers are here," as she takes the bucket inside, down a hallway and into a room where it's set down next to what's clearly a changing table. Grabbing Jeff and several other diapers, she places him on the changing table before unloading the bucket onto the middle shelf.
As Jeff thinks to himself Why did I think this was a good idea? And thanks to my fucking sister, I'm stuck until I wear out how many fucking years will that take?
"Oh good, your little sisters need their diapers changed. Can you get them sorted, Kelly?"
"Sure, Mum, I can change my sister; not sure how you'll deal with the five of them when school starts back up since you always get me to change them."