“W-what?” Miss Luna asked.
Amy added, “If I’ll be turned back afterwards.”
The owner nodded her head in confirmation.
“Okay. I know it sounds strange, but I want to try it,” the girl said.
“I wouldn’t offer the service if people didn’t want it,” Miss Luna said, “But you just don’t strike me as the kind of girl who would like this.”
The owner began to elaborate, “You will be able to feel, smell, and even taste everything your wearer puts into you. Also I can’t deny a customer a purchase so if they want to buy the pack you’re in, you’ll definitely be used.”
Amy stood silent in contemplation for a few minutes. She knew all of the cons, but her curiosity was killing her. Eventually, she came to a decision.
“I want to do it,” the girl stated, “How much?”
The owner sighed, “Because it’s your first time, I’ll turn you into one diaper, and only one diaper, for free. When your wearer disposes of you, you’ll be teleported back to the shop in human form.”
“Okay!” Amy responded.
“I’ll turn you into a random diaper at the front of a 10-pack,” Miss Luna said while beginning to slowly raise a finger, “Last chance to decline.”
The girl was quiet, and she clutched her hands in excitement. The owner’s finger fully raised, causing the air around Amy to shimmer and shine. Amy felt a strange sensation wash over her, like she was being covered in plastic. She tried to yelp, but her mouth wouldn’t move. She tried to move her arm, but it refused. The same was true for her other limbs. The girl then felt her body shrink and flatten. Her head appeared to melt down into her body, with her vision seeing out from her chest. Her entire body puffed up just slightly, her back became a cotton-like pad, and her arms disappeared while her legs shriveled into tapes. Then her body folded over itself, completing the transformation.
“It worked!” Amy thought.
Miss Luna looked down with a slight frown.
“If you hated this now, it’s only gonna get worse,” she said as she raised a finger once more.
In an instant, the diaper-girl was no longer lying on the floor of Miss Luna’s shop. She was now pressed against nine other diapers in a vacuum-sealed pack. She looked through the thin sheet of plastic at the front door of the diaper shop.
“Hey I know where this is!” Amy thought, “This is that display at the front of the store.”
And so the now diaperified Amy looked out of the glass door of the diaper shop at the passing patrons of the mall. She wondered if any of them would come by to shop at Miss Luna’s. None of them did, leaving the diaper-girl’s mind to wander.
“Hey, I didn’t get to pick my pattern, size, or thickness,” she thought.
From her position, it would be hard or even impossible to tell. Then, Amy’s train of thought was ruined by the door opening.