You exit her room and go back down to the parents. You tell the mother,
~Go to the store, and buy three packages of diapers that would fit your younger daughter, and come back. You both will not question this~
The mom immediately gets up, says goodbye to her husband, slips on her shoes and purse and leaves.
"What're all your names?" You ask the father, without even having to use mind control.
"Oh I'm Andrew, my wife is Alex, our oldest daughter is Amber, our youngest daughter is Madison." He answers.
You nod, and go back up to Madison's room.
~You are now aware of my presence~
She looks back and is a bit startled.
"Oh! Where'd you go??"
"I was doing some stuff." You answer. "Can I watch with you?"
"Sure" she says nonchalantly. You sit down by the bed next to her, and zone out for a few minutes.
"Hey Madison..."
"Yeah?"
"How would you feel if your life changed forever, in an instant?"
Silence for a few moments.
"Uh... is it a good change?"
"Well like, what if it was something that made you more helpless and less independent, and was also really gross and icky?"
"Um... I guess I'd get mad for a while. But I'd get used to it, you know?"
"I see...." You rub your chin.
~Forget the last 30 second conversation we just had~
You zone out for a few more minutes, and are eyeing her closely. Finally, you say,
~You now have absolutely no control over your bladder and bowels. You will urinate and defecate in large and regular episodes, with no ability to stop them or feel the need to do it~
You can actually hear a slight rumbling coming from her body from the shift in muscles. However you don't see any spots or lumps coming into her jeans. She did just go to the bathroom, after all.
In fact, that will probably be the last time she ever goes to the bathroom in her life...
A few minutes later, you hear her mother coming back into the house. So you go down and collect the bags.
"Oh so you need these?" She asks as you take them. "What for?"
"They're for Madison." You explain.
"Huh?" She tilts her head, and her husband joins her; they look concerned and a bit disturbed.
'I see...' you think to yourself. 'Since they're set to be happy and accepting of my presence, they will always be accepting of me being in the house, but they could still disapprove of other things I do.'