a baby, but this time I want to be one year old. Ok. In a flash you are returned to the party. Their were ballons everywhere, everything got bigger and I was in a party dress and a diaper was showing, my hat turned into a birthday hat saying 1st birthday. Then my parents came in and took me to be with my friends. My mom noticed the ring and, thinking it was hers, she took it.
I started to cry. My mom tried to comfort me by rocking me and patting my bottom. Uh oh, looks like someone needs a diaper change! Then I realized she was right! I had messed my diaper, just like a baby!
I was taken to my room which was now a nursury. I was laid on top of a changing table and my mother got out a Luvs Barney diaper, some baby powder, some baby wipes, and some baby lotion. She undid my messy diaper and cleaned my bottom with a baby wipe. She raised my legs and pulled my meesy diaper out from under me. Then she lovingly powdered and lotioned my diaper area. Then she undid the diaper and slipped it under my bottom. When she place my bottom unto the fresh diaper familier feeling came flooding back into my mind. The diaper was pulled between my legs and it was taped up. There, all nice and clean, lets go rejoin your friends. I may get to like this. When I returned downstairs...