Not even ten minutes later, JoAnne heard another knock on the door. "Come in, Candace.", she replied. Sixteen year old Candace entered wearing a black miniskirt, a pink T-shirt with the print "Nasty" on it, and a leather jacket. She had on ankle length socks and platform shoes. "Sit down, Candace", Joanne said pointing to a seat. As Candace sat down, JoAnne continued,"I see you haven't been doing your homework." "No, I've got better things to do.", replied Candace. "Like what?", asked JoAnne. "Playing video games, talking to boys, you know, the usual stuff.", replied Candace. "Oh, I see. Let me look at your record.", replied JoAnne. As JoAnne looked at Candace Tantenbaum's record, a thought occurred to her and so she began to fill out a new record.
Candace Tantenbaum: Age: 6 mo
Classroom: Nursery
"Well, it seems I have a new class schedule perfect for you since you like talking to boys.", said JoAnne. "Really? What does my new class schedule look like?", Candace asked in confusion. JoAnne simply handed her her new schedule. "I hope you enjoy it. There'll be plenty of boys for you to talk to and you won't have to worry about homework for a while.", said JoAnne. Candace looked dumbfounded,"You can't be serious!" "I'm very serious, Candace. If you want to not do homework and talk to boys all day, now you can!", stated JoAnne. Immediately after JoAnne made her last comment. Candace watched her leather jacket faded to nothing. her miniskirt fused with her pink shirt forming a short velvet dress as the word "Nasty" erased itself from existence. Her shoes disappeared as her panties thickened up to become a disposable diaper with colorful letters printed across it in a random pattern. Candace tried to stand up, but could only lower herself to the floor because she was no longer able to walk. As Candace slowly decreased in age, her clothes shrunk with her. Finally, the last thing to go was Candace's mind leaving her nothing but a baby crawling around JoAnne's office. As one final protest, Candace did the only thing she could do. She grew still and jutted her padded butt out a bit. She then cut a fart as her face scrunched up. She then began to grunt as she pushed a poopie into the seat of her diaper and then started to crawl around and explore again. JoAnne, unimpressed, called the nursery to let them know that one of their rugrats has escaped and needs a change.