Vicky felt herself begin to cry, thinking to herself, 'No! This isn't right! Laura's in diapers, so it's okay if she wets, but not me! I'm not... W-wait... I just thought that Laura in diapers is normal, but...'
Before she could react, the whole world seemed to blur and shift. Vicky suddenly found herself in a juvenile style of clothing; Pink skirt, yellow t-shirt, velcro shoes and the tell tale bulge and crinkle of a full sized diaper. "W-what's happening?!" Just as suddenly as her clothes shifted, Vicky found herself on her back, on the changing table, with Laura lifting up her skirt.
Laura said, in a calm, soothing voice, "Don't worry Vicky. I know how much you hate wearing a wet diaper, so I'll make this quick." Without another word, Laura stripped off the dirty diaper and cleaned Vicky up. Vicky could only lay there silently, in complete horror. She vaguely registered that her body now seemed completely hairless before the neck and the cool feeling of the baby wipes on her.
"There, all done!" Laura chimed, helping Vicky to her feet.
"Laura... What... Where are we?" Vicky realized that the bathroom now had a very childish appearance, with lots of pastels. That's not all that was different from before, as the stalls were now completely missing, replaced with several other changing tables and trashcans.