Cassandra was thinking her room. She didn't know what to do with the ring. She could do anything she wanted it seemed.
Then she thought about her diaper fetish. SHe didn't know how many other girls liked diapers. She also didn't know how many people at fourteen still wore diapers.
Her mind was wandering. She wished to herself that she was back in diapers. Then, her underwear changed.
It got thicker. The outer side of it became a crinkly plastic. The thickness became thick enough to push her legs apart.
Cassandra looked down at her pants. She smiled. She knew that she was now diapered.
She looked at the time and saw it was getting close to dinner. She walked over to the dresser. As she did, her walk was more of a crinkling waddle. She got to the dresser. She put her hand on the top drawer and opened it. She saw bras, but not any panties. Instead, she saw disposable diapers. They were folded up. They were also in three stacks in her dresser. She closed the drawer and shrugged.
Then...