When you came to you sadly realized that you were still not human and probably still a diaper - but something felt different. Thicker. More fluffy. No plastic, just soft fabric. You felt as though were folded in half so you couldn’t see anything. And not much smell other than a fresh laundry type of smell but you could hear! The sound of a crying baby soon assaulted your senses and you could hear the floor creek as someone loudly walked into the room. Some muffled voices could be heard and the crying subsided before a thud above you was heard.
Then there was movement as light shined in as the drawer you were stored in was opened, a woman in her early 20s looking down at you as she reached in and grabbed you, pulling you out of the drawer and setting you on the table next to the baby who you could tell was wearing a cloth diaper, not the modern kind but the really old fashioned ones from like the 1950s or 1960s, complete with pins and everything. “Alright Mary! Let’s get that wet diapy off and get you clean as whistle!” The woman said as she unclasped the pins and pulled the diaper down to begin the process of changes the apparent baby girl. “Wait, Mary? Omg Mom!? Did I go back in time again!? That must be grandma Karen then!” You thought to yourself. As she wiped down the girl with a wet rag she deposited both into a diaper pail on the side before grabbing you and sliding you under your own mom’s bum! Talcum powder was sprinkled onto you and her before you were pulled over her crotch and then stabbed by two safety pins! A frilly white diaper cover was then pulled up her legs which even though the material was thin, did obscure your vision a bit. Mary was then stood up and a white dress was lowered over her which only partially covered her diaper and you - you could only mostly see the area between her feet.
Alright Mary, we gotta go meet Daddy in the garage with the stroller and go to