After a restless night, Angie looked at her friend’s status on the tablet. It said that Vanessa had not only been soaked in urine by Alex, but also tossed in the diaper pail. In a panic, Angie ran into her baby brother’s room.
“Nonono!” she cried, “I didn’t want her to get used!”
The girl opened the pail, and saw the pile of dirty diapers at the bottom. She gulped, for her friend must’ve been one of them. Instantly, she started searching the app for a way to turn her friend back. After a few tearful minutes of searching, she found the reversal function, and turned her friend back.
Vanessa popped up out of the pail covered in dirty diapers.
“Vanessa!” Angie gratefully called, as she gave her friend a hug, “You’re back to normal!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Vanessa said, as she climbed out of the pail, “I’m still mad you turned me into a diaper. Your brother peed in me!”
“I know,” Angie cried, “I’m so sorry! I’ll do anything to make it up to you!”
“Anything?” Vanessa asked, a mischievous grin on her face.
Angie had left the tablet on the floor when she went to hug Vanessa. Seizing the opportunity, the former diaper-girl picked it up.
“Vanessa? What are you doing?” Angie asked.
“I feel like going another round,” Vanessa explained as she entered some changes into the Chronivac app, “And you’re coming with me!”
Angie’s vision went dark. When it came back, she realized that she was different. She was flatter, her skin felt like it was made of plastic, her arms felt like tape, and she felt like she was folded over herself. She had trouble seeing, for something was pressing against her.
“What did you do Vanessa?” she tried asking.
Her mouth didn’t move, but it still felt like the question was uttered.
“I told you,” Vanessa replied, somehow having heard Angie, “I wanted to go another round.”
Angie was dumbfounded at how her friend could respond to her. Even more so at how her voice felt like it was in her head.
Angie asked “What do you mean ‘another round?’”
“Being a diaper,” Vanessa replied, “I wanted to be one again and this time, you’re keeping me company.”
Angie was in shock. Not only did her friend want to be a diaper again, but she was subjecting her to the same fate.
“Where are we?” Angie asked, horrified.
“Y’know, I don’t remember what I put in,” Vanessa explains, “But we sure are in a pack of diapers.”
Then, both of the diaper-girls heard a door open.
“That must be our cue,” Vanessa said.
“Cue?” Angie cried, “Don’t tell me we’re going to be used!”
“Uh, we’re diapers,” Vanessa smirked, “Being used is what we do now.”