As soon as they got off the boat, Oscar, who really wanted a new name now, dragged him off to a bathroom to get changed.
Nick, not wanting to see that, slipped off to some near by stores. Stores filled with all sorts of trinkets and charms, ranging from summer camp style crafts to old statues and necklaces dating back centuries.
Hank was a little lost in all this. Everything seemed to happen so fast. He did, however, snap to when he found himself on a changing table, with his sister - he really thought of Oscar as a sister - standing over him with baby wipes and a diaper in hand. "Uh... What are you doing?"
Oscar beamed down at him. "I'm going to change you, silly." Then she giggled. Not an innocent, childish giggle, but not a mean spirited giggle. Something a little in between.
"No. No, no, no. You are not doing that, Oscar."
"But... Please, Hank? I want to try this, just once... Besides, you can't go buy new underwear while smelling like that, can you?"
Hank felt himself blush, deeply. He did smell pretty bad. "Well..."
Oscar brought out her secret weapon, giving her brother a whimpering pout. "Please?"
"...All right." Hank sighed and layed back.
Nick was wandering the shops now. There was a nice one that sold little figurines of all shapes and sizes. Big, bronze statues of muscular warriors, perfectly scaled sets of armor, life size and miniature animals of all varieties, and even some cutely colored animal people in bright clothes.
She was really proud of her work. Oscar had managed to get Hank stripped from the waist down and perfectly clean in a matter of minutes, and was now spreading a thin layer of powder over his private area. Hank had objected the whole way, but Oscar just knew this was for the best. Finishing up, she taped the diaper onto him nice and snug. "There, all done."
"Good..." Hank stood up, quickly grabbing the wall for support. "Must have layed down too long... Blood rushing to my head..." He mumbled, barely able to stay standing. A familiar tingling spread through his body. There was a gentle numbness spreading through him, making him look down to assure himself nothing was happening. He shouldn't have looked down. In place of his legs, he saw thin, slightly curvy, hairless legs. His arms were gone, replaced with a pair to match the legs. Losing his balance, Hank dropped onto his now rounder and larger bum. He noted, briefly, that his waist was now a good deal thinner. Then his attention turned to his chest. A pair of small mounds were pushing out his shirt. They couldn't have been more than an average A cup, but they seemed huge on his chest... Well, her chest, now.
"I... I probably should have meantioned them being girls' diapers, huh?" Oscar was rather stunned. She felt bad, never having planned to transform Hank, but... A part of her really liked the idea of having a big sister like her.
Meanwhile...