Rachel started to think. She liked the feeling of the diaper, and she had always secretly wanted to be younger. She didn't want to worry about college, or boys, or anything. Rachel wished "I wish that 18 year olds like me weren't potty trained yet, and that any diaper I wear will also grant wishes." She added the last part so that, when she used the diaper, she could still make more wishes. Almost instantly, Rachel began to wet her diaper. She loved the feeling of freedom. After she finished, she made another wish. "I wish that it is normal for 18-year-olds to have their diapers changed by their parents or caretakers, like it is for babies." Then, her mom popped her head into the room. "Do you need a change, honey?" she asked. Rachel said yes, and her mom came in, lied Rachel on the bed, and pulled wipes and a fresh diaper from under the bed. Rachel's mom undid the tapes on the diaper, wiped off the urine, and slid a fresh diaper under Rachel. Once the diaper was secured in place, Rachel whispered "I wish that 18-year-olds wear the same clothes as babies and toddlers." Suddenly, her shirt turned into a onesie with snaps on the crotch, that her mom was currently popping in place. Then, Rachel's mom helped her pull up her shortalls, denim with a flower on the front. As Rachel's mom left the room, Rachel looked in the mirror. She was dressed like a two-year-old, but felt that she was missing something. "I wish my hair was in pigtails." Then, Rachel's curly brown hair pulled itself into high, childish pigtails, and two bows materialized to hold them in place. She still needed a little more. "I wish it was normal for 18-year-olds to suck on pacifiers." A larger than normal, pink pacifier appeared in Rachel's mouth. Rachel decided to look around the rest of her house. She saw her new little sister, and realized...