As they walked slowly from the office, Paul kept dragging his feet in the hope it'd stop his mother from bring him back in front of the class; however, the more he dragged his feet the more his mother became upset and the more she threatened to smack him for misbehaving. Eventually, Paul decided that it wouldn't do any good for him to fight against someone who was obviously stronger than him now.
"Paula, go have a seat over there and play with your toys," order his mother finally pulling him out of the locker room and into the main studio wearing nothing more than an under shirt and his diaper, while the majority of girls began to giggle and laugh at him.
The clock struck noon before Paul again felt a strong tingling all over his body. At first he thought that it was the need to go to the bathroom like before, but in the end nothing happened as far as he knew, but it soon became obvious to his mother who saw that the diaper was sagging around his waste.
"Paula, come here for a minute and lay down," said his mother just before her next class entered to start preparing for their lesson. Nervously, Paul stood to his feet somewhat awkwardly, staring at his mother like she were some type of monster for doing this to him. "Now, Paula," she said irritated by his failure to take a step closure. By the time Paul finally reached his mother, the first of the intermediate level girls arrived and was taking her first steps into the studio. "Good afternoon, Monica," said Paul's mother.
"Good afternoon, ma'am," Monica responded with a small smile etched on her face, her eyes fixated on Paul.
"Would you do me a favor? In my office on the floor, by the door, you'll see a pink diaper bag, bring it to me." Monica nodded and quickly returned holding it tight in her hand.
"Can I do it, Mrs. Miller?" she asked excitedly. "I've got to practice since I'm going to be an aunt soon," she added hastily. Paul's mother looked down at Paul who was lying trembling on the floor before looking back up at Monica and giving her answer.
"Maybe another time. Why don't you go and start preparing for class," suggested Paul's mother to his reprieve.
"Yes, ma'am."
It was during this class that the full effects of the transformation were supposed to take effect and take effect they did. Paul's body quivered with an excitement he'd never known or could ever explain before, as his mind slowly slipped into a childish way of thought. To Paul feeling his adult mind slip away and take on a child mentality was easier than he'd thought possible. In one way, it felt like with a blink of an eye he was Paul and the next he was someone entirely different; a carefree, four-year-old, diaper wearing, little girl and for Paul, this felt better than having to worry about stupid grown-up things ever again. A smile appeared across his face as he picked up the baby doll off the floor and started to cuddle with her like any good mommy would do for her baby.
Night had fallen when Paul and his mother finally arrived home. The reason why it was much later than the previous two nights was because Paul and his mother took a detour to the shopping center downtown so she could buy some proper supplies for Paul.
"Wait here in my room until I call you, Paula. I need to take care of somethings in your room and I don't want you seeing what I'm doing right away." Paul nodded and gratefully returned to playing with his baby-doll.
Nearly an hour would pass before she would call him into his room, and when she did, he came running down the hall and right past his mother.