"Yeah, but first......I wanna ask you something." Jennifer says.
"Yes, honey." Grace says.
"I, uh.........well..............." Jennifer stutters
"What is it, dear?" Grace asks.
"Can I, uh, well.............can I wear diapers?" Jennifer asks.
"Certainly, sweetie. There's also no need to make yourself younger. I'll go get them from the closet." Grace answers, going to the closet.
"Closet??" Jennifer asks.
"Yep. We always have them on standby just in case someone wants them." Grace answers. She grabs a diaper from the closet. She lays Jennifer down on the floor. She removes Jennifer's pants and underwear.
"Honey, this diaper I am going to put on you will make you incontinent. Putting these back on will make it wear off." Grace says, showing Jennifer her plain white underwear. She then lifts her legs up and slips the diaper underneath and puts her legs back down. She then applies powder, pulls the diaper front up and secures the tapes.
"You want your pants back?" Grace asks.
"No, I'm good like this, thank you." Jennifer answers, feeling her crinkly undergarment. Her shirt then lengthens a bit.
"Your shirt is like a nightshirt I see." Grace says.
"I kinda like it like this. Can we go eat now?" Jennifer says.
"Sure. I'd carry you if not for my back." Grace says.
"Why not make yourself younger?" Jennifer asks.
"That's a great point, kiddo. I think I'll go back into my teens." Grace says, as she then gets younger in front of Jennifer. She was now getting to see the process she herself just went through. Grace's grey hair went back to it's glorious blonde hair of yesteryear. Her white shirt changed to blue, her grey pants became green shorts and underneath her clothes, her own white underwear became black panties.
"Whoa!! How young did you go?" Jennifer asks.
"16, which makes me your big sister." Grace answers.
"NOW can you carry me?" Jennifer asks. Grace then lifts Jennifer up into her arms.
"Absolutely." Grace answers.
"NOW let's go eat." Jennifer says. They walk down to the area of restaurants, where they see various guests and workers caring for some regressed patrons.
"What would you like, sweetie?" Grace asks.
"Pizza." Jennifer answers.
"To the pizzeria." Grace says, taking her to the pizzeria. The waitress then takes them to their table.
"This food won't make ME younger, will it?" Jennifer asks.
"Only if you want it to." Grace answers.
"I don't though." Jennifer replies.
"So don't worry about it." Grace says. The waitress returns.
"What kind of pizza would you like?" she asks.
"Can you stuff crust with cheese?" Jennifer asks.
"Certainly. What topping would you like?" she asks.
"Bacon." Jennifer answers.
"Get out of my head, you." Grace replies.
"Any drinks?" she asks.
"Coke." both girls reply.
"Alrighty, then. I'll be right back." the waitress says.
"So, Jennifer. Seems like you've had a tough life." Grace says.
"Yeah, I told you about my druggie parents. I had to pay my own way through college and they gave me nothing in return. I barely had much as a child because of their addictions and they never improved or got better. They were pretty abusive too. I was so glad when they went to jail when they finally get busted for possession." Jennifer replies.
"Geez. My parents weren't much better. Mine were physically abusive towards me because they were such failures." Grace says.
"Looks like you and I can relate." Jennifer says.
"Hey, I just thought of something. When you leave here, reality will adjust to your new age. I can look into perhaps leaving with new parents or just a mom or dad if that's what you prefer." Grace says.
"I just met you and I already feel close to you." Jennifer says.
"I have to say the same of you." Grace says.
"Maybe we can leave as sisters." Jennifer says.
"Well, I'd have to give my notice in, but then again, reality would adjust itself." Grace says.
"If we leave as sisters, we leave the same age." Jennifer says.
"Agreed, and maybe younger than our current ages." Grace says. Their food and drinks arrive. They both start eating. Jennifer then pondered what they would do next...