“Wake up sleepy head. It’s already morning.”

Connie was instantly awake. She opened her eyes and saw she was still looking out through bars. “Drop the dam rail mom.”

Her mother grimaced down at her, but reached out with her arms and unlocked the side of the crib, allowing the rail to slide down and out of Connie’s way. Then the woman gently pulled the blankets off in one quick motion, she looked seriously down at her daughter, “Now, it’s time for you to get up Connie. I don’t want you to get rashy.”

Connie sat up in the crib and gingerly swung her feet out over the floor. With a small leap she landed squarely on her feet. She expected her mother to leave, but realized she wasn't moving. ”I’ll be fine mommy. I’ll get clean and stuff, okay?”

Her mother finally sighed, “Fine, if my big girl wants to change her own diaper that’s fine by me. See you down stairs for breakfast.”

Connie didn’t wait for her to leave as she started to check herself out. Sure enough she was in a diaper. And it was wet. She checked the size and confirmed it was a size 5t. Remembering the bed wetter pants she looked under her crib, to find that they were gone. She stepped over to her dresser and opened the top drawer. Instead of diapers and panties all she saw was diapers lined up and ready to be used. She slammed the drawer closed before thinking about it, then remembered her glass figures usually fell over if she slammed her drawers closed. She threw her hands out to catch them. But none fell. Connie looked at the top of her dresser and saw several plastic baby toys. Nothing glass, nothing that could even break. She grabbed them all and tossed them in the can next to her bed. In a rage she turned to her computer and saw the toy clown phone was back. She grabbed it and tossed it across the room with a loud bang.. She was crying again as she sat down in her chair. It looked exactly like it had during the night. She remembered the dark trim around her ceiling and looked up to see a pink border with hearts and rocking horses on it circling her room. Then she realized all her posters were gone. On closer inspection she saw the wall paper was no longer faded and peeling, Instead it looked like it was brand new. Connie mouth hung open as she took it all in. She just stared in mute terror at what had changed during the night. Instead of a young woman’s room, she felt like she was in a nursery for a baby. She lunged at the walls and tried her best to tear the paper free, But it was stuck fast and she couldn’t move it.

“I can hear you up there Connie! Come down for breakfast okay?”

Connie took one last look at the pink terror her room was becoming and left for breakfast. She sat down in the chair and grimaced at the oatmeal in her bowl. She wanted to fight, but she knew it wouldn’t do anything. Instead she slowly spooned the warm cereal into her mouth. Her mother stayed silent as she drank her coffee and watched her daughter eat. She had been surprised when Connie had walked into the room with her night shirt and wet diaper still on. And while she didn’t really think it was wrong something in the back of her head bothered her. Finally she spoke, “Ready for the day now? I’d think you’d want to wear a little more then that, there’s not much there to prevent any unfortunate accidents.”

Connie almost jumped at the sound of her voice. “I’m staying home today. Jen is coming by soon and I don’t think I have to worry about mooning her.” She got up and set her dishes in the sink.

“Sure, just make sure you change out of that wet diaper before she gets here.”

“What?!” she yelled, Connie looked down and her body turned beet red when she saw she was still wearing her diaper from the night before. “Dam! I forgot to take it off.” She looked at her mother and tried to tell her something was wrong. That her world was falling apart, being replaced by an impossible dream.

But her mother cut her off, “I’m going shopping this morning, is there anything you need?”

Connie looked up at her with a frown. “No! And I don’t need anymore dam diapers either!”

“Hey don’t get lippy young lady! I’m not the one standing in the kitchen with pee pee pants am I?”

Anger welled up and Connie ripped the tapes open on her diaper. She was about to let it drop when her mother grabbed her and held it up in place. “Don’t do that in here! I don’t need a mess on my floor. Go to your room and do that! Geez.... You’re not a baby Connie.”

Connie ran from her mother straight to her bathroom, she let the diaper drop to the floor, then picked it up and dropped in in the trash. The words from her mother seemed to sting. “I know I’m not a baby!” she angrily said to nobody. She remembered the mound of water soaked diapers she had left in the trash, but they were now gone as well. Connie turned on the shower and let it heat up. Then, when the water was ready she dropped her shirt and climbed in. Once again most of the pleasure she usually felt while showering was lost. She just stood there with water running down her back and imagined it rinsing the smell of piss away. Instead of another short shower she stayed in as long as the water stayed hot. After several minutes in the spray she felt like she was used to the temp of the water and bumped it up till it burned slightly. Connie increased the temperature several times while she showered. Each time she felt better, hoping the scorching water would melt away everything that had happened and would leave her standing, as a normal, non-diaper using woman. Finally the water started to get cold and she couldn’t turn the knob to get it any hotter. Connie opened the glass door and took a towel off her sink, then with a final spray she turned off the water and stepped out. She carefully dried her body, and paid close attention to what she was fast starting to think of as her diaper area. She could see where she had started to get a rash, but thankfully it had stopped at some red splotches on her skin. “I can’t believe I’m, getting a fucking diaper rash! This can’t get any worse!”

She looked towards the mirror and wondered what she would see now if she looked at her reflection. She held the towel up and started wiping the thick condensation off the glass. When it was clear enough to show her a reflection she was shocked to see something unexpected. Instead of sucking her thumb her pig tailed reflection had a pacifier wedged in her mouth and was busy sucking it as fast as she could. Drool ran down her chin and dripped steadily off onto the floor. The grin on her face seemed just as vacant as before, but now her eyes looked different, almost droopy. Nothing intelligent looked out from them. Nothing but innocence. Connie saw the image was now using both hands to motion towards the other mirror. “I don’t think so honey. Once was enough for me.” Though as she turned away and left the bathroom she felt a pang of guilt. She knew it was wrong and stupid. But she really did want to put on a diaper and look in the bigger mirror. Even when she tried to stop thinking about it the urge didn’t stop nagging her from the back of her consciousness. As she stepped into her room she decided she would dress up a bit for Jenny.

She rummaged around in her closet and found a shirt she hadn’t worn yet and a pair of tight pants that would go perfectly with it. She had really wanted to wear big girl panties, but she couldn’t find anything except diapers in her dresser. With a quick spray of deodorant, and a light layer of makeup she decided she looked grown up enough and went downstairs to watch TV while she waited for Jenny. Before she sat down on the couch she grabbed a sports bottle and filled it with water from the tap. She flipped through the channels and found one showing Wall-E. She grinned and laughed while the movie played on. Occasionally sucking water from the plastic stopper on the bottle. She looked up at the clock when the movie ended and wondered what time it was. She stared for several seconds at the clock. It was the type with hands and she was having a hard time reading it. Finally she smiled and said, “It’s eleventy thirty. She’ll be here soon.”

She sat up as she felt herself getting excited. She felt a sudden need to pee and rushed to the toilet. She made it, with only a small spot in the middle of her pants. She dabbed at it with toilet paper while she listened to her “water running”. When she was done she pulled up her pants. It was already to late when she remembered she needed to wipe herself. She smiled at her mistake while she washed her hands in the sink. She was back and channel surfing by the time she heard Jenny knock. Connie jumped up and ran to the door, opening it without even checking to see who was on the other side.

Jenny stood on the porch and look of concern on her face. “Hey Connie. You alright girl?”

Connie nodded her head and grabbed her by the hand, then roughly pulled her inside. “I was so worried you won’t make it Jen. I’ve needed to talk to you for a while now! I know this is going to sound crazy but please listen.” Without even letting Jenny find a seat Connie started telling her what had been happening. From first waking up in a wet diaper, to realizing that every day and night seemed to repeat quite a bit. She finished by telling her about the mirrors in the bathroom. “You’ve known me for years Jen. I know it sounds crazy but I know you’ll help me cause yer my bestest friend.”

Jenny looked at her with concern, “Bestest?”

Connie only nodded, not realizing what was wrong about saying bestest at her age.

Jenny looked at her friend and saw that she seemed seriously afraid of something. “Fine Connie.” she sat down and smiled. “Lets say I believe you. That this isn’t some stupid joke. Why did this happen? Why did you suddenly start wetting your bed. And why diapers?”

Connie sat down with her legs splayed out on the floor in front of Jenny. “I don’t know! I went to bed like normal. And for some reason my mother woke me up in the morning and I was in diapers.”

“A wet diaper.” Jenny corrected her.

Connie blushed, “Yeah. And ever since then it keeps getting worse.”

“Worse? You mean how your room keeps changing every night?”

Connie grabbed one of her feet and started playing with her toes. “No, I mean every day mom says the same stuff. And does the same stuff. Except the diaper sizes keep going lower.”

Jenny watched Connie keep playing with her feet as she talked. She knew it must be a joke, but something about how she was acting made her feel something else was really wrong. “If they keep getting smaller then you don’t have to worry. You won’t fit in them soon enough.”

Connie threw her feet out, and stood up in consternation. “They don’t get smaller. The still fit, but the styles change. My normal diapers fit easy and didn’t push my legs apart. Plus they wore lower on my waist so they didn’t come out over the top of my pants. Now the size 5t bunch up between my legs, and they are to high.”

“Did you just say your normal diapers?” Jenny smiled, “Did you wear them all the time before?”

Connie turned, threw her head up, then stomped her foot. “You know what I meant. They started at size 6t, and now they are 5t. I bet my mom will come home with size 4t today. Will she keep going lower till I’m wearing giant newborn style diapers? And what happens then? What will my room look like then?”

“Why don’t we go look at your room anyways? Let me see what’s changed.”

“Sure Jen, follow me.” Connie led her back to her room and closed the door behind them after they entered. She watched as Jenny started to look slowly around the room, as she looked at the bed she stopped.

“Connie.....” Jenny turned back to her. “Connie this is going to far. I don’t know what the joke is, but it isn’t funny. That’s a fucking crib over there. And the room smells like piss. I think you and your mother need some serious help.”

Connie felt her heart drop. “A joke?” she opened her dresser and unfolded one of the diapers inside it, then threw it at her. “Does that look like a joke? They don’t make baby diapers that big. Where the hell did it come from? And why the hell do I keep waking up at exactly midnight with a diaper whether or not I wore one to bed?”

Jenny sat down on the edge of the crib. “Look Connie, there’s no such thing as magic. Whatever is going on here is due to you and your mother. I suggest you two find a shrink and clear this shit up.” she folded the diaper closed in her hands and rubbed the soft outer cover with her thumb. “Look Connie, I really like you. But I can’t be brought into this kind of shit. You guys really need help. Wearing diapers at your age isn’t normal, nor is believing in magic.”

Connie felt like crawling into her bed and dying. “I didn’t believe till this started happening! What would you believe if parts of your life started falling apart and your mother was acting all crazy? Like it was all normal?”

Jenny stood and shook her head at Connie. She walked towards her and softly hugged her. “I love you girl. Get some help.” Then she roughly handed the diaper to her and walked towards the hall.

Connie ran to the door and blocked her. “No! Jenny I need you! I can’t talk to my mother about this. And you’re the only other person I trust enough to tell!”

“Connie, there’s nothing magic here. You’re a confused young lady who needs medical help. I can’t give you that. Now let me out.”

Connie moved out of her way and watched as Jenny opened the door to leave. “Wait! If you saw proof of magic would you believe?”

Jenny sighed and looked at her. “I’d have to wouldn’t I?”

Connie swallowed and pointed to the bathroom. “Okay, follow me in there. I’ll show you something that can’t be anything but magical.” Jenny smirked, but followed her. Connie turned on the light and after making sure the towels were hiding the door mirror she started shutting the door. “Okay Jen, look in the mirror. And tell me what you see.” then she closed the door with a soft click.

“I see my.... Wait, it kind of moved or something. I see... Nothing! What the fuck!” Jenny turned around to make sure what she was looking at was really being reflected then stared into the mirror again. She was confused at what she was looking at. But she didn’t think it was magic. “Okay, maybe this isn’t normal but I’m still not really convinced.”

“Move over then.” Connie said as she walked closer to the mirror. “Okay, now take a look at what’s reflected when I get in front of it. Connie closed her eyes tightly and said a short prayer while she stepped directly in front of it.

“Holy shit! That can’t be real... How are you doing that?”

Connie kept her eyes closed. Fear made her start to sweat, “Please... Please tell me what you see.”

“Connie it’s you. But it’s not. I don’t know how to explain it. Your hair’s up in tails and you’ve got a binky in your mouth. You look kinda off. I don’t know what it is. But you don’t look right. “ Jenny said sounded very confused.

“Dam... Anything else?”

“Actually yeah, you seem to be pointing frantically out the door.” Jenny gently pushed her partly to the side, “And no matter what I do I can’t see my reflection in the mirror.” Connie turned away from the mirror and opened her eyes. Jenny saw that her reflection did the same thing. “Okay. I’m ready to admit something odd is going on here. Are you sure you don’t know why this started?” Jenny pointed at the diaper Connie was still holding, “You didn’t steal any diapers, or maim any babies did you?”

“No! I don’t know exactly what’s going on. I told you all I know...” Connie looked down at the diaper in her hands. “Hey Jen let’s try something. I’m going to get up on the sink and you tell me what’s reflected.”

Jenny motioned to the door. “Why not just use the other mirror?”

“Remember I told you earlier. If I uncover that one I lose all control.”

“Oh yeah...” But she didn’t sound convinced. “Okay, up you get then.”

Connie carefully climbed up onto the top of the sink and closed her eyes till she knew her face was above the mirror. She clung onto the mirror’s cabinet and asked what Jenny could see.

“I can see your pants. That’s about it.”

“Shit, can you see a diaper or anything?”

“I told you no. There might be a bulge or something. Wait a second.” She reached up and pulled Connie’s shirt above her pants. “Yeah, there’s a diaper all right, I can see about an inch or so of it coming out of your pants.”

“Can you see the size?”

“Hold on...” Jenny grabbed the top of Connie’s pants and unbuttoned them, then pulled them down slightly. The image in the mirror did the same, allowing the band of white plastic to expand, then she finally saw cute characters, and letters. “I see 5t.”

Connie took a deep breath and closed her eyes, “Okay. Back away. I’m going to get down.”

As she got down Jenny went back to looking in the mirror. “Everything else looks normal though.” She moved her head to see the floor better. “I think there’s a diaper pail or something down there that isn’t here now. But that’s it.” Connie reached for the door. But Jenny stopped her. “I want to see what the big mirror does.”

Connie felt a surge of fear and shame. “I already told you. It isn’t good.”

Jenny smiled, “How bad can it be? As long as I open the door everything will be fine right?”

Connie swallowed, “Yeah. But I... I don’t want to feel that again.”

“Feel what? Does it hurt or something?”

Connie sat down on the closed toilet. “No...”

“Well what’s wrong then?”

Connie stood and put her face right in Jenny’s. “It feels good. The longer I stood there, the more I liked it, the more I wanted it. The more it felt right. The more I wanted to let go and let whatever power it was take me.”

Jenny smiled and stepped closer to the towels covering the mirror. “Then it sounds like it’s a good thing I’ll be here. Other then that-” then Connie cut her off.

“You...“ Connie buried her head in her hands, she could feel her face flush red, “You don’t understand. I still want it. Deep down I still want to lose control. It’s nothing like it was. But I don’t want to feel this urge even stronger.”

Jennie gently patted Connie on her back, “There, there hun. I would never do anything that would hurt you.” She cupped Connie’s chin in her hand and tilted it up so she could see into her eyes. But I really want to see it. Please? I’ll open the door real quick. You won’t be left alone in here. And afterwards you would know for sure I believed everything.”

Connie blinked back tears. The truth was she wanted to be talked into it. She wanted to have another reason to do it. “O.... Okay. But I should... “ she held up the diaper in her hand, “I should put this on.” Jenny nodded and turned around to face away, while Connie stepped completely out of her pants and taped the diaper on. When she heard the second tape open Jenny asked if she was ready. “Yeah. I guess so.”

Jenny turned back around and stared at Connie. She couldn’t believe she was staring at an adult wearing something that looked like it belonged on a baby. “Maybe you should take off the shirt too? So we can see the diaper better?”

Connie didn’t understand why that was needed, but she did it anyways. She pulled it off over her head and handed it to Jenny. “How do I look?”

“I bet nothing like how you feel right now.” Jenny said with a warm smile. “Ready for the main event diaper girl?”

Connie nodded and turned to face the mirror, with a few quick pulls the towels were gone and she was looking at herself in all her diapered glory. As she took herself in, a large silly grin spread over her face. “I look so cute! I so perty! Wite JenJen?”

Jenny didn’t answer, she couldn’t. She had stopped looking at Connie and instead looked at something else. A something else that was sitting exactly where she was standing. She walked closer to the mirror and saw it was some kind of container. Another step closer and she could almost make out writing on it. Finally she had her face almost on the glass as she read it out loud, “Patented 'Diaper Jeni' keep your babies mess locked away, and your house fresh!” She backed away from the mirror, “Oh shit! Connie snap out of it! Open the fucking door!”

Connie looked down at her and wetly smiled at her. “Hiya JenJen! Wet!”

Jenny looked down at the diaper around her friend’s waist and saw she was wet. “I don’t care! Connie! You have to- Ahhhh!” she dropped onto her knees on the floor. Something felt wrong to her. “Connie! A diaper pail, I can’t be a fucking Diaper Jeni! Oh God! NO!” Something deep in her mind started to push it’s way out. Jenny could feel a sense of pleasure start to build. She fought to hold it back.

Connie felt confused, Jenny was talking so fast. And now she was talking stupid. She knew she wasn’t really a baby. But it was okay to pretend. She was a big girl, just like Jenny, and now Jenny was trying to confuse her. She looked down at Jenny and patted her head, she wanted to tell her to stop talking so fast. She tried to say something smart, but instead “JenJen what’s Diperrr Jeni?”

The dam burst and Jenny felt like screaming. She couldn’t stop it, she didn’t want to anymore, she wasn’t a human she was just a dirty plastic thing. The acceptance of the change made it happen instantly. She threw back her head and screamed, “Me!” as she felt her body shift and her head flatten. She lost all sense other then of self as she turned into something to hold used diapers till garbage day.

Connie felt sad. Jenny had left, and now she was alone. She wanted to play. She wanted out of the bathroom. She squatted down onto the floor and started poking at her diaper. It felt different now. Warm and squishy. She knew she was supposed to remember what it was called, but she had forgot. She quickly grew bored of poking her diaper and remembered she had toys in her room. She got to her knees and grabbed at the door knob. She yanked on it, but the door didn’t open. “I big girl! Doors easy open!” she said to herself. She tried again, with some effort, and grabbed the knob with both hands. By mere accident she managed to open the door. In her excitement she didn’t let go and fell backwards when it swung in. She got back up on her knees and started crawling towards her room. As she did she felt something stuck on her leg. Connie started kicking wildly behind her, to make it come free. Finally she felt it slide off and gave a few more kicks in happiness. One of them connected with the door. Causing it to hit the back wall and bounce back, slamming itself closed again.

Connie didn’t care, she felt glad to be free. She clumsily stood on her feet and toddled towards her room. She saw the toy phone on the desk and squealed in delight. She grabbed it and sat on the floor having loud conversations, and pressing the buttons randomly. As she sat playing she started to feel a longing for something. At the same time she started to feel silly playing with a toy phone. She dropped it and stood up again. This time with ease. Connie then started to pace the floor, she knew she wanted something, but she couldn’t really tell what it was. She pulled her sagging diaper up, and sucked on her thumb for several seconds. She finally decided to sit back at her computer desk and do some surfing. Connie smiled and laughed as she read the recent gossip, she reached a hand down her diaper and scratched herself. When she pulled it out she absently sniffed her fingers.

“Ewww! Piss!” The completely gross smell of her pee brought her almost completely out of her fog. She stood up and ripped the diaper free with one hand and kicked it away with a foot. She felt cold. “Where’s my clothes at? Why was I in just a diaper?” Then the rest of her memory came back, and she almost screamed in shock. “Jenny!” She ran to the bathroom still naked and opened the door. There sitting where she had last seen it was a fancy looking diaper pail. She kept one foot outside the door as she picked up the towels and carefully covered the big mirror. Connie openly cried the entire time. Then when she was sure it was safe she grabbed the pail and pulled it out and into her room.

She waited and waited, but nothing happened. “Dammit! How long were we in there?” She looked up at the clock and frowned. She tried as hard as she could, but she couldn’t make sense of the hands and the numbers. “Fuck! I knew it was a bad idea!” Connie hated what she could remember doing, but she felt the deep urge, more powerful then before to do it again. She was still waiting for Jenny to change back when she heard her mother open the front door and start bringing in groceries. Connie started walking towards her door but remembered she still needed her clothes on. She dropped a shirt on, then found a pair of sweat pants to wear. She turned to what was left of her friend and whispered, “Jenny, I’ll be right back.” Her mother had brought in half the bags by the time Connie got down to her. She starting moving them to the kitchen, and once again helped her mother put everything away. Again the diapers seemed to be missing. Connie tried to think of a rational way to ask about them, but she couldn’t think of one so she went with what worked.

“So that was everything mom?” she casually asked.

“Yep, all the food we’ll need for a while I hope. You doing anything tonight?”

Connie grimaced at the question. “Big girls do things.” she thought to herself. “I'm not a big girl anymore.” Then she forced a simple smile to her lips, “Nope. Just hanging around“. She leaned in and kissed her mother then started walking towards her room. She was in the living room waiting when her mother called out to her.

“Hold on Connie.” Her mother walked in and casually tossed a plastic package towards her. Connie almost dropped it, her coordination seemed a bit off, “I thought you would like the more absorbent ones, I hope they aren’t to thick.”

Connie looked down at the pack before she started walking to her room. “Yep, 4t. Almost halfway there...” She wasn’t paying attention as she entered her room. She tossed the diapers in front of her dresser and looked up to see Jenny sitting on her crib looking very scared. “Jenny!” She ran to her and hugged her, but Jenny pushed her away.

“Connie.. I was a.... a....”

Connie stared at her friend, she felt just as scared for her. “I know.” She moved in to hug her again.

Jenny pushed her away again. “I can’t believe it. I remember feeling something weird, then I knew what was about to happen. It was....”

“I know. I told you what it was like. Are you okay now?”

Jenny stood up and grabbed her, “Am I okay? I was a fucking diaper pail!” she closed her eyes and leaned into Connie’s tight hug.

Connie started rubbing her back gently. “It’s over now. You’re back.”

Jennie opened her eyes and saw Connie’s wet diaper laying on the floor. The image sent shivers up her spine. “Oh god.... Connie... Oh... I... I wanted it so bad. I actually wanted to be a.... a... a thing.” Connie just kept patting her back and hugging her. Finally after several silent minutes Jenny pulled away and wiped her eyes. “I’ve got to go. I’ll try to come by later tomorrow. Or I’ll call or something.”

Connie nodded her head and watched as she was left alone with whatever was taking over her life. She decided she wouldn’t go easy. “For one thing, I’m going to keep a clean room.” She spent almost an entire hour cleaning up. Throwing out random trash, and even grabbing her wet diaper and tossing it as well. It was during part of her cleanup she learned that her window had changed as well. Now it was nailed closed and she couldn’t just dump her garbage out anymore. “Well dam... I guess I’ll have to do it the old fashioned way.” She grabbed the bags of trash and dragged them down and outside to the cans, she stood for several minutes, silently staring at the street letting the cool fresh air clear her sinuses. When she went back into her room she finally smelled how bad it stank of stale piss. “Shit! That’s rank...” she started looking for her box of candles, but decided they must have gone in one of the changes as well. She was forced to grab some air freshener from her mother and hose down her room with it.

She was just about done when she heard her mother call out to her. “Dinner Connie. Come and get something in you.”

She walked down, half expecting to see a highchair, and felt surprise that the table was set, and everything seemed normal. Connie ate quickly. Her mother felt something was wrong, and kept glancing towards her daughter. Still she kept quiet during the whole meal. Connie was busy sucking down her noodles when she reached for her cup and knocked it over. “Shit!”

“Connie! Watch your language!” She watched as her daughter seemed to get upset. “Oh don’t worry sweetie! Mommy will clean that up.” She grabbed a napkin and started rounding up the mess. She decided on trying to lighten the mood. “Honestly, I think you need a sippy cup or a bottle young lady!”

The color drained from Connie’s face, “Mommy! No! No baby!” She tossed her fork and stood up from the table. With food still in her mouth she stuck her tongue out and walked back to her room, slamming the door behind her. She opened up her closet and grabbed the first thing she saw. A large stuffed bear and sat down in her crib. “I’m not a baby! I’m not! Right Mr. Bear?” When the bear didn’t answer she tossed it behind her. “Stupid bear!”, she yelled, then stood and walked back towards her door. She grabbed the knob, trying to get out, but the cover wouldn’t work right, “Dam dowr, Open up!”. Connie grew more frustrated, she hung off the knob trying to get it open, then lost her grip and fell hard on her ass. The sudden pain brought her back to reality. She brought her hands to her face in shock, as she thought back to what had happened.

Connie remembered it all, but it was like she had been in a haze. She slowly got to her feet, and opened the door with ease. She heard her mother working in the kitchen, and decided she didn’t really want to talk to her, she decided on another nice hot shower. First she made sure the bathroom door couldn’t close by jamming a towel under it, then she opened the vanity mirror so it was open to the wall. After making sure there was no way she was going to get stuck in the room again she turned on the shower and stepped in. Connie spent the first part of the shower just trying to enjoy the water. She wanted to forget what had happened, that she was starting to lose herself during the day. Then she started scrubbing. Her rash was a bit worse after being in a wet diaper again, but the shower seemed to make it feel better. She spent extra time cleaning down there and stopped only when the water finally ran cold. She dried off and started to pull on her pants, but as she started to step into them she thought she saw something. She turned them inside out and noticed a small stain on the backside. She stared at it for several seconds till it finally kicked in that it was poop, and that she had put it there. Shame caused her pulse to quicken, she decided to ignore it, “Maybe I didn’t clean up good enough.” she reasoned. “I don’t poop my pants... Only babies....” Her voice trailed off as she just shut down, and instead rolled her pants and shirt into a tight ball. She ran to the washroom and tossed them into a load that had already started being washed. She didn’t care if the colors matched, she just wanted them to be gone. She smiled as the door closed and the washer started chugging and sloshing. She searched through some clothes in a basket next to the drier, and pulled on some shorts, and a t shirt. Connie pushed her latest problem to the back of her mind, and decided to grab a soda before she headed off to bed. She was opening the fridge when her mother walked in and stopped her.

“No drinks just before bed young lady. It’s already bad enough.”

Connie slammed the fridge and shook her head at her. “Fine! I guess I don’t need you changing any more of my diapers anyways!”

Her mother walked over to Connie and gave her a hug. “Do you want any help going to bed?”

Connie hung her head, then returned the hug and shook her head. “No, I’ve got it. I can put on my own diapers mom.”

She got a kiss in return. “Sure thing. But if you ever want help just tell me.”

Connie turned and started walking away. “I guess we’ll see about that...” she said under her breath.

She was still thirsty as she got ready for bed, feeling sneaky she drank heavily from the tap as she brushed her teeth. “Like it matters anyways.” she said. She turned off the light and walked to her room. The door felt heavier to her as she pushed it closed. “Or maybe I’m getting weaker.” she thought darkly. Connie opened the top drawer of her dresser and stared at the neat rows of diapers. They had been 5t, but now she could see they had changed to 4t to match the new pack her mother had bought. She picked one up and let it flop open in her hand. She felt revolted at the idea of wearing them. But inside she felt a tingle of need burning. “Well... I’m going to end up wearing one tonight anyways.” she reasoned. “I might as well put it on myself like a responsible adult.” She pulled her shirt and shorts off since it was a warm night and laid back in her crib.

Connie thought it would be easy to diaper herself, she’d diapered so many others in her past. But putting one on herself was much trickier. In the end she was glad Luvs had switched to Velcro style tapes to fasten diapers. Otherwise she would have went through half the pack getting it just right. Finally she stood up and looked down at herself. She walked back and forth listening to the crinkle of the diaper. She posed playfully several times, imaging herself as the cover model for Luvs, then remembered the picture on the bag of diapers and how much it looked like her already. She stopped strutting and sat down at her computer, then looked from her diaper to the large crib that now seemed to dominate her room. The brief feeling of happiness fled and was replaced by the dread of what was to come. Connie groaned, stood up, and rubbed her diapered ass. She felt like she could cry but no tears would come. She hoped she was wrong and this would end up being a joke. Or maybe she was very sick and this was all a bad hallucination. She grabbed her breasts like they were about to fall off and looked away from the crib to stare blankly at a wall. “I don’t want to wear diapers. I don’t want to be a weirdo.” she moaned.

There was a gentle knock at the door, “Connie you in bed yet?”

“I’m doing it now mom. Night.” Connie expected her mother to leave, instead she opened the door and walked right in. “Mom!” Connie kept her hands over her chest, “What are you doing?”

Her mother seemed to be confused, “I... I thought for a second I should come in and tuck you in for bed.”

“What? Mom! I don’t need that.”

Her mother backed out the door and started to close it. “You’re right Connie. I’m sorry... I just had this weird thought... Well, good night.”

Connie laid down in the crib and pulled a sheet over herself, “Night mom, can you hit the lights for me please?”

“Of course. Night.”

Connie felt her heart skip a beat as the light went out and she was left alone in her room. She curled up on her side, and closed her eyes. “I’m not a baby mommy.” was the last thing she uttered before she fell asleep.

Connie tossed and turned during the night, but it wasn’t as bad as in the past. It seemed her body was being drained of her will to fight. The horrible nightmare filled with dark shadows and diaper wielding monsters was exactly the same. She ran up and down several flights of stairs, and found herself cornered and captured by one of the shapeless shadows. As she fought to get away she felt the warmth running down her legs. Then just as she felt like she was waking up the shadow holding her started to change and take on a defined shape. She stared it at hoping to see what was hunting her. But before it formed the dream finally faded to black.

She knew she was awake, but she kept her eyes closed. Connie rolled over onto her back and squeezed her legs a few times. The diaper she had on was now swollen and starting to cool. Her eyes slowly opened and she turned to look towards the door. But her view was blocked by black bars. “What the fuck?” Even as she said it realization flooded her. “It’s the bars. The side of the crib is up.” She sat up, trying not to squish the diaper much and wondered how she was going to get out of bed this time.

She was still trying to figure it out when her door opened and her mother walked in. “Oh I see Connywony is awake. And I bet she needs a new diapee to.”

Connie had both hands on the crib rail and used every ounce of her will to keep them there and out of her mouth this time. “Mommy I-” she was stopped by something being stuck between her lips.

“I bet baby feels better now with her binky in doesn’t she?” Connie was swearing under the plastic guard, but it was too muffled for her mother to hear. She tried to keep fighting, but she was already losing control. Her hands released from the rail and she dropped onto her wet diaper. “Oh baby be careful, you don’t want to get hurt.” her mother whispered while she dropped the rail. “Let’s get you changed.” As her mother worked Connie tried to look past her at her room. She wanted to know what had changed. But her mother kept moving and blocking her view. Just before the change was done Connie slipped back off to sleep.