Elizabeth chose to be a cloth diaper specifically.
“If I’m go to be a diaper, it’d be bad if I got thrown away,” she thought.
She then set the parameters of her new form. She’d be a larger diaper for slightly older children. Elizabeth pondered who should be the one to wear her. The list currently had no options, for there were no older children the girl knew of that wore cloth diapers. However, she was able to make alterations to peoples’ conditions. She opened a tab to do so, and not being familiar with any of the options, she just picked one at random: “Katelyn Smith, Age 11.” Elizabeth chose to have her face on the outer backside of the diaper, that way she could see.
Then came the hard question. How long should the transformation be? Elizabeth was “excited” to say the least about wanting to be a diaper, but she didn’t want to be a diaper forever. She did want it to last though, so she set a timer for one full week. After it had reached zero, she’d get transformed back into herself again. Elizabeth thought that was a perfect plan, and input it into the Chronivac.
She set it so she couldn’t communicate with others at all, nor did they know she was a diaper.
“What’s the fun in being inanimate if people think I’m a person in a diaper’s body?” Elizabeth thought.
And with that decision, the Chronivac was set up. All that was left to do was for Elizabeth to use it on herself. She wasted no time in firing the beam directly into her chest, where a white flash completely obscured her vision, and knocked her unconscious.
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When she awoke, Elizabeth didn’t feel like her usual self. She felt flat, and like she was folded over backwards. Her arms and legs felt like shriveled up pieces of fabric, her back felt like it was stuffed with cottony material , and her skin felt like it was made of cloth.
“It worked,” Elizabeth thought, “I’m a cloth diaper!”
She tried to look around to get the gist of her surroundings, but her everything was completely dark. She could make out the latticework on the ceiling, which was pink.
“Ohhhhh,” the diaper-girl realized, “I must be in a drawer.”
Footsteps could be heard outside, getting closer and closer. The room Elizabeth was in got pulled forward, confirming her assumption. The light blinded the diaper-girl, but when her “eyes” adjusted, she was face-to face with an elementary-aged girl with curly light brown hair and pink framed glasses.
“That must be Katelyn!” the diaper-girl thought.
The girl grabbed Elizabeth, and pulled her out of the drawer. She brought her closer to her face, as if to examine her.
“This one’s thicker than the others,” she commented, “It must hold more.”
Katelyn squeezed Elizabeth in her hands and said…