You felt like you were made of of plastic, and folded over yourself. Your mother bent over you, grabbed a marker, and inscribed a “J” onto you.
“There we go,” she said, “I figured Lila would need a lot, so you’re going to be in the same boat as Maria.”
Your mother had just transformed you into a diaper. She picked you up, and placed you into a purse-like bag full of other diapers. The one you’re pressed against had an “M” written on it in marker. It’s Maria.
“Be safe you two,” your mom said, “You’re not gonna like being used by Lila, I can tell you that.”
She then zipped up the bag, leaving you in darkness. The other diapers are the only thing you can feel, as your mother carries you to the car, and puts you in. After a few hours, the car starts moving, and the journey begins. You jostle around as your mother drives all the way to the beach. The trip takes a good few hours, but the car finally stops. You feel your bag get picked up, and placed aside.
“Alright Lila,” your mom says, “Before we can go to the beach, you need to get changed.”
The zipper of the bag is pulled away, exposing you to the light of the outside. You see your mom’s hand reach in and grab…