“Hey, Conni-woni! Wake up baby! The day’s almost over. Wake up for mommy!”

Connie cracked up her eyes. She could see her mother, though her vision was still slightly blurred. “Mommmm! I was doing something. Couldn’t you have waited?”

Her mother stepped away, “Oh... Errr...” she felt confused. How could her baby speak so well, and in only a few hours. She figured she must have imagined it. “Silly mommy, thinking you said that. Now let's check that diaper.”

Connie thought her mother sounded strange. “Mom, I'm not a baby. Seriously.” She stared at her mother, and saw she seemed to be thinking about something. “Mom?”

Her mother couldn’t understand what was going on. Her baby daughter was talking like she was an adult. But she knew that was impossible. Her mind was racing, she felt like there was something pushing out from the back of her mind. Then suddenly her mind cleared and she was no longer confused. Everything would be okay. “Such a little stinker little Connie wonnie. Now let’s check that diaper.”

Connie pushed herself towards the back corner of the crib trying to keep away from her mother. “Mom! Seriously! Listen to me talk! I’m not really a baby! Remember, I was just having problems at night!”

Her mother smiled and cooed at her, “It’s okay, mommy will make it all better, I bet you had a scary dream, stop moving around and let me get at that diaper before you leak!”

Connie sighed, “You really think I’m a baby don’t you?“ A tear slid now her cheek as she stopped struggling and relaxed, her mother grabbed her and carefully moved her so she could get at the diaper. She watched her work silently. Wondering what she should do. “I need to remind her of something from before this....” Connie racked her brain trying to remember what had happened before her nap. She remembered something from the morning, then her mother had taken her to.... “Dam it! Where did we go?”

She watched for a reaction from her mother but she just vacantly smiled down at her while she finished taping on the new diaper. Then with a smack on her bum and a kiss her mother helped her up and onto her feet. “Well now that you have your vaccinations we can start looking for daycares! I bet you’ll have loads of fun! Let's get you up so mommy can finish getting dinner ready.” Connie waited for her mother to leave, but she didn’t move. “Let’s get moving honey. I’ve got your favorite show on the TV.”

Connie was forced to walk in front of her mother towards the living room. She hated how the diaper felt like it was forcing her legs apart as she walked. And then about halfway to her destination she almost tripped again, she caught herself in time, but her mother insisted on holding her hand the rest of the way. She could see that the TV was already on as she sat down on a soft play mat in front of it. “Okay mom, you can leave now. I think I can handle this.” Some kids show was playing, she grabbed for the remote, but her mother pulled it away and put it in her pocket. Connie shook her head and turned back to the TV, “Whatever mom. Just leave me alone.”

Her mother walked back to the kitchen, and Connie started trying to remember what had gone on earlier. She knew it was simple. She closed her eyes and tried to go through everything that had happened. Then she remembered what her mother had just said in her room. “The Doctors office!” After saying it almost everything came back to her, from the doctor ignoring her, to the horrible mess she had made on the floor. But she didn’t really care about it. Only her odd regression to babyhood bothered her. “And why did the doctor think I was a baby to?” Connie felt the fear that always stayed in the back of her mind come forward again. She really wanted to talk to some of her friends, but knowing what had happened to Jennie stopped her.

In the kitchen her mother was setting the plates down. In front of a large high chair she set a plastic plate with some cheesy pasta. As she worked she talked to herself. “And some nice dinner for my baby girl. I can’t wait for her to go to college. I wonder if she picked one out yet?” She stopped as she realized what she had said. “Well that’s silly. She’s not ready for college yet, she’s still pissing her pants.” But as she ladled dinner onto her own plate she thought there were other things about her daughter that didn’t seem right. She knew Connie was still in diapers, but she seemed to think that she had been driving recently, or that she had been caught wearing a thong only a few weeks ago. She tried to figure out what was going on, it was starting to give her a head ache, she sat down on a chair and massaged her temples. She got up to get a stiff drink and turned to see Connie standing in front of her. She didn’t know exactly what was right any more, she felt odd feelings towards her, “Hey baby.”, she saw Connie look at her. She still saw a baby, but the face had a look of intelligence. She looked down at the floor in front of her. “Connie, honey... Mommy is confused.”

Connie didn’t answer at first. She was looking at the large chair, and the plate with no utensils set in front of it. “Yeah, I guess so. I think you forgot my silverware.”

Her mother’s body stiffened, the idea of her baby being grown up started to come back. “Baby... Connie... Mommy doesn’t know what’s wrong. I know you’re a baby, but you’re a teenager.”

Connie almost screamed, “Mom! You 'member!”

Her mother kept her gaze down, tears splashed on the table. “I hear you. I hear how you sound, but I’m afraid if I look at you I’ll see the baby. And if I see a baby I’m crazy. Cause I’m either seeing things, or hearing things!”

Connie could see tears dripping from her mother to the floor. Childish urges to comfort her started to course through her, she walked towards her mother who slowly looked up. “Mom! It’s okay! I’m not a baby, try to remember what I said before.” She put a hand out to softly touch her mother. “About me being changed every night.”

“I think...” Her mother thought hard, she did remember something about her daughter growing younger. “But it’s impossible. You can’t really grow younger.” She focused of her daughter’s feet and legs. “You don’t look younger.” Then as her view went higher she saw the diaper. She stared, transfixed on the babyish object. She reached out and touched it, the memory of putting it on came back to her. Now thinking clearly she realized what she had done. Her hand still resting on the diaper she looked up into Connie’s eyes. “This is wrong... This... This is evil. What’s doing this? Why is this happening?”

Connie smiled, tears rolling down her face at the hope of having her mother back and sane. “I don’t know mommy.” She looked down at the diaper and tried to read it’s size, she knew it was just upside down, but no matter what, she couldn’t figure out what it was supposed to be. She hoped it was the blurry vision, but she knew it was worse. “Um, momma? Could you tell me what the size is on the diaper?”

Her mother suddenly looked concerned, “Is your vision worse Connie?”

Connie blushed in shame, “I... Er... I don’t think I can count anymore.”

There was an intake of breath, then her mother leaned forward, “I see 3t. What does the t stand for?”

Connie hugged her mother, “I think teen. But I don’t know. Every night the number goes lower. And the girl on the pack looks dumber.”

“The girl on the pack?”

Connie finished the hug and sat down on the chair, then started picking at the diaper. “The picture on the diaper bags. The girl is a big girl, and she looks dumber every step down. And....” she started to tear up.

Her mother got up and grabbed a tissue, then held it under Connie’s nose as she blew into it. “And?”

Connie looked back into her mother’s face, “The girl looks like me! I tried to 'nore it first, but now I can’t no mow!”

“Connie?” her mother asked gently. “I think you have to relax.”

Connie looked at her mother, a soft grin on her face. “I 'k mommy!”

“Connie?” Her mother gently caressed her daughter’s face. “Connie, you’re acting strange, can you come back to me?”

Connie lazily looked down to the floor, then back at her mother, she had the urge to stick her thumb in her mouth. “Momma?”

“CONNIE! WAKE UP THIS INSTANT!” her mother screamed.

Connie jerked awake. She felt as though a blanket was pulled off of her, leaving her in bright light. Fear was clear in her eyes, “Mom! It happened again! I just slipped away!” She jumped back into her mother’s arms. “It’s getting worse.”

Her mother patted her back. “We have to do something. We have to get your friends here to watch you, to try and stop your regressing.”

“No!” Connie almost screamed. “Remember Jenny?” her mother shook her head. “Well she’s my bestest-”

“Best Connie. There’s no such word as bestest.”

Face red, Connie thanked her mother, “Yeah, good idea. Help me not talk like a little kid.” She took a deep breath, and concentrated on what she wanted to say. “Jenny is my best friend, and after she went into the bathroom with me she changed too.”

“Changed?”

Connie stood up and toddled towards the counter, she felt like standing, even though her body didn’t feel like it. “She looked in the mirror and it changed her into my diaper pail.”

Her mother’s jaw dropped, she remembered finding that pail in the bathroom and using it. “But... But... I -used- that pail.”

Connie turned back to her, for some reason she found it funny. “Yeah, you should have smelled her breath when she changed back!”

“Changed back? But what about the.... Diapers? How did she.... What happened?”

Connie kept smiling, “Apparently they didn’t hurt her.” Then her smile faded, “But the mirror screwed her up bad. She actually wants to be changed now.”

Her mother’s face twisted. “What do you mean she wants it? What the hell happens in that room?”

“Like I told you before, it changes how you feel. She wants to be a diaper pail, just like I still have an urge to wear diapers and act like a baby.”

“Connie. You said one of the mirrors is safe, right?”

She looked up at her mother, suspicious at what was coming next. “Yeah.”

Her mother stood up and grabbed her hands, “Connie, I want to see the safe one. Can you do that for me?”

Connie swallowed. Her body tingled at the idea of standing in front of either of the mirrors again. “Mom, I...” She looked up and saw the look on her mother’s face.

“Don’t worry. I promise I won’t let it hurt you.”

A feeling of trust overcame Connie. She started walking towards the bathroom, “Sure, but don’t touch the towels over the big mirror. That’s the one that really messes you up.”

Her mother nodded and followed her daughter. Stunned at the lack of coordination that she had while walking. She felt sad that she hadn’t been able to help her though the entire incident, but felt better when she thought she’d at least be able to help her now. She followed Connie into the bathroom, and stood off to the side while her daughter carefully checked the hanging towels, then opened the small mirror and turned to her.

“Ready mom?” Her mother nodded. “If you feel anything weird, or you see me act funny, or reach for the towels open the door.”

“Deal honey.” She watched as Connie stepped in front of the small mirror over the sink, and swung it closed. The image of her daughter came into view. But it wasn’t her. “Connie! Oh my God!”

Connie decided she wanted to see what the mirror showed this time and looked at the reflection. “Yep. It’s gotten worse.”

Her mother stared at her daughter’s reflection, “That’s WORSE? Then what?”

“Well, I didn’t have the stained bib on last time. And I think I look even less intelligent then before.” She got up on the sink and looked at her diaper’s reflection. “And the diaper wasn’t wet... And apparently messy.” she said as she noticed a dark color staining the backside of the reflected diaper.

Her mother’s face looked more shocked then before. “Why is she waving her arms like that?”

Connie looked away from the mirror, already tired of it, “She’s motioning towards the big mirror. She wants us to uncover it so we can be changed. She used to point at it, but I think she can’t control herself that much any more.”

Her mother looked dejected towards the big mirror, then back at the smaller mirror, “I didn’t even look at my own reflection!”

Connie turned back to her mother, “You can see yourself?”

“Yeah. I don’t really look that different. Maybe longer hair.”

Connie hadn’t looked at her mother’s image either, she turned and stared at it. Knowing something had to be different. Then she saw it. “Your boobs mom. They look bigger, like they’ve gotten implants.”

Her mother stared at herself. “Oh...” Now her face burned. “They aren’t implants. They’re.... Full.”

“Full?’ Connie asked. She kept watching the image. She stared at the larger breasts, wondering what full meant.

“Lactating Connie. My reflection shows that I’m apparently breast feeding you.”

Humiliation at the thought made Connie go numb. The world spun as she dropped to the floor. “Oh goddd!”

Her mother squatted down to comfort her. “I’m sorry Connie. I’ll do everything I can to stop this.”

“It’s not that...” Connie whispered. “Not that at all.”

Her mother was confused, “Then what honey?”

Connie kept whispering. “I want it... Momma. I want it so bad. I know it’s wrong. I know I’ll hate it. But I want it. The smells, the tastes, oh God... I want it so bad!” Connie kept her eyes down, she heard the door open, and the strong urge receded, but didn’t go anyway entirely. She felt her mother grab her hand and start to pull her.

“Connie, get up. We’re getting out of this room right now!”

Connie let herself be pulled to her feet, she barely kept her balance as she was pulled out into the hallway. Just before she was out, her hand darted out and pulled at the towel covering the mirror. She heard it plop to the floor, and tried to pull out of her mother’s grasp to get back inside.

“No! Fight it Connie! You’re not a baby! You don’t need it! Fight!”

Connie started screaming, but her strength was mostly spent. She couldn’t fight the pull of her mother as she yanked her towards her room. “No! You don’t know what it’s like! I’m hardly able to stand! I’m almost a fucking baby already mom!” She let herself fall to the floor, and quickly crawled over to the crib. Where she leaned against it and cried.

“Connie I know it’s bad. But we have to try! There has to be a way!” Her mother pleaded.

Her daughter turned back to face her, the anger in her eyes was gone. Replaced by shame. “It’s to late mommy. I’m as good as gone. There’s nothing to do but get it over with...”

Her mother grabbed her and pulled her to her feet, then hugged her tightly. “No. I won’t give up. I swear! We’ll fight this!”

Connie returned the hug, then felt something familiar from her backside. She pushed her mother away in shame. “Go! Go mom! I don’t.... want... you... ohhh...”

Her mother thought something was wrong, she watched Connie spread her legs, then she started staring off into nothing. She was confused, till the smell hit her. “Oh.... Connie...” She said, worry filling her voice. She stepped back to her and started hugging her again. She felt Connie’s body as it worked to push out another mess. Her mother remembered cleaning up the last BM her daughter had left behind. She didn’t want to believe how far she had lost it then. But swore to herself she’d never fall back into thinking Connie was just a baby again. She kept hugging her daughter telling her it would be okay. After several minutes she thought Connie was done. She was just standing in front of her, with her body almost laying into the hug. “Connie?” she asked her. “Are you done?”

To her surprise Connie stood up, then tried to sit down on the mattress, only to slide down hard onto the floor. She sat silently looking at her mother, then burst into tears. Her mother tried to comfort her.

“It’s not that bad Connie. I swear I’ll never tell anyone.” She pleaded.

Connie looked up at her, snot running from her nose and held her hands out, “Momma!”

Horror dawned on her mother, “No!” She pulled her to her feet and sat her on the crib. “Connie! Wake up! You’re not a baby!”

Connie smiled a wet toothy grin, “Momma, Connie good giwl!”

“No... Connie... Come back!” She was screaming and crying. She brought her back into a tight hug. “Connie! Don’t leave me... “ desperately she thought of something else. “Don’t leave Jenny! Connie! Don’t forget Jenny needs you!”

“Jen-jen?” came a soft whisper. Then Connie’s voice broke, “Jenny!”

Her mother let go of her and looked her square in the eyes, she could see a glimmer of understanding. “Yes! Jenny needs you! I need you.”

Connie blinked, then the stupid grin on her face fell and she looked confused. Suddenly, the lights came back on. “Mom!” She jumped to her feet. “Oh my God! I was gone!” she hugged her mother, then kissed her. She felt like jumping up and down.

Her mother now had tears of joy in her eyes, “But you’re back! I got you back!”, she said as she wiped snot from Connie’s nose. “What happened? What do you remember?”

Connie walked away from the crib and started toddling in circles again. “We were hugging, and then I felt something...” She stopped walking, her hands shot to her bum, she could feel something solid trapped in the diaper. Color drained from her face. She pulled the diaper away from herself, feeling the mess partially peel away from her skin. She felt bile rise in her throat. Connie looked towards her mother. “Mom... I-”

Her mother cut her off, “I know... I know...” She looked down at the floor, embarrassed to say what she was about to, “You messed your diadee.” She felt an off feeling pass through her, She looked back to her daughter, “Do you want mommy to change your diapee Conni-wonnie?”

Connie freaked out, “Mom! You’re doing it again! I’m not a baby!”

Her mother’s smile faltered, then she took a step towards her, “That’s silly. You’re my little baby! Now let’s get that poopy diaper changed.”

Connie felt boxed in, she was afraid that if her mother coddled her she might regress as well. As soon as her mother got close enough Connie slapped her as hard as she could.

Her mother dropped to her knees in pain, “Ow! You little bitch! I can’t believe you’d smack me!”

Connie cowered back, “But do you remember now?”

Her mother stood up and rubbed her face. “Yeah. It worked... I’m sorry I started to slip there, but did you have to hit me so dam hard?”

Connie breathed a sigh of relief, “I didn’t want you to slip and then have me slip while you changed me, there would be no one to help us come back.” Then she stood up and hugged her mother, making it quick. “I’m sorry I had to hurt you mom. I wish I didn’t have to do it.”

Her mother started guiding her towards the changing table. “I guess it’s okay. We’ll just have to try extra hard from now on.”

As Connie laid on the table having her diaper changed she tried not to think about it. She watched as her mother walked to her dresser and opened up the drawer with the diapers in it. “Hey... Mom? Tell me what size they are?”

Her mother looked carefully, “Size... 2t. Is that right?” she asked as she started walking back to Connie with the diaper in her hands.

Connie just closed her eyes, trying to stops the tears that threatened to leak out. She wiped them off, then stared off towards the crib, “It means the spell or curse, or whatever is still working. I’ve been in 3t’s all day. And now just like in the past they’ve gotten one size smaller.” She thought back to her trip in the store. “After 2t, is 1t. Then there’s just the newborn version left.” The tears started just as her mother helped her legs up and tucked the diaper under her bum, “God mom... If it’s this hard now, what’s it going to be like tomorrow?”

Her mother finished taping the diaper closed. She carefully wiped tears from her own eyes and forced a smile, “We do what we can. I’ll still love you, and you’ll still love me. Whatever happens we’re still a family.” Connie smiled back, then sat up and stepped down from the table. Her mother motioned towards the kitchen. “Want some dinner then?”

Connie’s stomach turned at the thought of eating, but even as it did her mouth watered at the idea of a bottle of formula. “Ugh.” she thought. She kissed her mom instead, “Nah, I think I’m going to hit the sack early.”

“No problem, I understand.”

Connie looked at the blurred image of the clock in her room, she couldn’t tell what the numbers shown on it meant anymore. “Listen mom, could you set an alarm for 11:55? I told you every night at midnight this gets worse, maybe if we’re both awake we can fight it?”

Her mother nodded, “That sounds like a good idea. Now try to get some shuteye. I’ll see you before midnight.”

Her mother closed the door behind her, and Connie shut off the light. Her entire room became bathed in gentle blue light from a nightlight. “At least the shades do their job. I can barely tell I’m going to sleep before the sun goes down.” She sat down on the edge of the crib and then laid back. She rubbed her feet as she stared towards the back of her door. “I hope we can break this. I don’t want to be stuck like this forever.” Then she thought about Jenny, and her fate. “And I don’t want Jenny to be stuck as an object either.” She rolled over onto her stomach and cried into her pillow. Slowly her tears soaked into the cotton as she cried herself to sleep.

Connie knew she was dreaming. She could tell because she was walking without any trouble. And she was wearing panties. She looked around herself as the swirling darkness started to fade into a room. One she recognized from the last dream. Connie remembered everything she had heard from before, and was hoping this time she would hear the whole plan. She looked carefully around the room, waiting for her tormentor to arrive. But minutes seemed to go by, maybe even hours. She started to play with some of the toys as she grew bored.

Finally she stepped up to the closed door and tried to open it. When it wouldn’t budge she knocked on it. “Come on! Let’s get this shit over with!” she screamed at the door.

She heard a light hearted laugh in return. “I was wondering when you’d try the door.” it was her own voice again. “Are you so far gone that you didn’t even think about opening it yourself?”

Connie felt her anger rise, “Look, can you stop the bull shit? Just tell me what’s going on here!”

“I don’t know....” her voice said behind her. “Why ruin the fun?” Connie didn’t turn, she let her head drop down to stare at the floor. “And I think you know exactly where this is heading Conni-wonni.”

Connie closed her eyes as she turned slowly towards her tormentor. She lifted her head, and cracked her eyes slowly. She saw herself standing in front of her. In nothing but a thick diaper. She looked for the other person, the shadow. “Where’s your little partner? Is she coming to?“

“No... She’s done here. It’s just you and me now. Ready fo give up yet? I can make this easy. Just say it, and you’ll be a happy gurgling little infant again. No fear or pain. Just a warm cot and all the milk you could ever want!“

Connie shook her head, “But why? Why are you doing this? Is there any way I can get this to stop?”

“Stop?” Her diapered copy walked without waddling towards the locked door. She turned and seemed to regard Connie for a second. “I don’t think so.”

“Please! I don’t want to be a baby! And Jenny doesn’t deserve to be a hunk of plastic!” Her copy beckoned her closer, without pausing Connie walked towards her. Till the diapered copy wrapped her arms warmly around her and drew her in for a long kiss. She whispered in her ear, “It doesn’t matter. You all made the choice.”

Connie swam with the feelings from the kiss, “But... We don’t want.... We didn't know!””

The copy pulled her in closer, her diaper crinkled as she rubbed their bodies together. “Oh? You don’t want it?”

Connie tried to answer, but as she opened her mouth she felt her own lips kissing her again. Her body betrayed her as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling. She felt warmth from her partner start to rise, then in an instant it surrounded her. Connie didn’t know how long she had been standing with her eyes closed, her body still tingled from, the touch. But she realized she wasn’t being hugged any longer. She opened her eyes, and looked down at her body. Seeing that she was now the one in nothing but a diaper. Connie smiled as she looked at it, she bent her legs out as she felt a tingle become a rush of urine into her diaper. It felt better then anything she had ever felt before.

“Ahem...”

Connie spun and looked at herself, now dressed as she had been before in panties. “I.....”

“I told you, this is what you wanted. You can feel it can’t you? No matter what, it lays just below the surface. You want to look in that mirror again. You want to feel that way all the time.”

She knew it was true. She also knew it wasn’t right. “I didn’t feel like that till you started fucking with me!”

Her copy laughed, “That doesn’t matter. It’s what you want now.” The room around them seemed to grow darker. “Opps, time to go. See you later diaper baby!”

Connie lunged for her, but the room started to spin and with a final scream of rage her vision filled with her mother’s smiling face.

“Honey? Are you back?”

Connie sat up, she could tell her diaper was wet. “Ohh..... Yeah... She looked past the blur of her mother to the clock she could no longer read. Is it already time?”

Her mother nodded, “It took a few minutes to get you up. It’s almost midnight.” She looked down at Connie, and watched her pick at her diaper. “So what now?”

Connie swung her legs over the side of the crib and sat motionless. “This is when the room changes. At midnight you come in, and change my diapers. Then I wake up in the morning and we start the same day over again.”

Her mother hugged her, “I love you honey. No matter what.”

Connie returned the hug, “I know. I love you too.” Then she relaxed, “What time is it exactly?”

Her mother looked, “It’s eleven fifty nine Connie.”

Connie sighed, “Okay. Let’s try to stay focused.” Connie stared at the clock, she might not know how to use it, but she knew when she saw the number change it would be midnight. She stared, without blinking till the numbers changed. She closed her eyes in fear as a familiar feeling came over her. “Mom? Are you okay?”

Her mother was busy looking around the room for any changes. She thought she had felt something, but it didn’t feel special to her. “Yes, I’m here. And the room looks the same to me.

Connie tried to talk but her body felt heavier then normal. She couldn’t fight as she dropped to the mattress. As her body plopped down she managed to get out, “Mommy!”

Her mother turned back to her, She picked her up and held her to her chest. “Are you okay hun?” Connie’s tongue felt to large for her mouth. She tried to talk but nothing clear would come out, instead she nodded, then smiled trying to keep her mother calm. “Okay....” she went back to looking at the room. “I can see your changing table, your toy bin, the dresser with your toys...” She stopped talking as she started to look around the room frantically. “But I think your diaper pail is gone. Where will I put your stinky pants now?” Connie’s eyes popped open as she listened. She used everything her body had to kick her mother in the side. Then opened her mouth and screeched as loud as she could. Her mother rubbed her side. “Dam that hurt!” She stood up and tried to work the pain out. “But I guess it worked, Connie.” She walked towards the door, and flicked the lights on. She squinted in the sudden light. Then looked around the room for any changes. She saw nothing different.

But Connie did. There were different colored blurs all over the walls, after some thought she decided they were pictures of shapes. Her dresser was changed, it looked smaller and there were now toy bins scattered around the room. She also thought the paint looked different, softer then before. She looked above her head and saw a large mobile hanging there. She tried to talk again. At first her tongue felt the same, and she could barely speak. Then with concentration she got her act together. “Momma, da walls different. Der stickers and stuff.”

Her mother looked at the walls, she could have sworn those has been there before. “Are you sure?”

Connie nodded, “I tink you affecteded by da magic... Tink, is dis a teen room?”

Her mother gasped as the past came back. “Sorry, you’re right. Now that you said that I do see the changes.” She flicked the light off and walked back towards Connie. “Look, this is bad enough. We know we can stop this at least partly. Let my get your diaper changed and we can go back to bed. Alright?”

Connie nodded, she lay back, and closed her eyes as her mother changed her diaper.

Connie slowly woke. She yawned, and cracked one of her eyes. The first thing she saw was the large mobile hanging over her head. But instead of shock she just turned her head away and sighed. “Great, another day....” she reached between her legs and felt the sodden padding, “And another diaper.” She threw her blankets off, and sat up, though she barely made it as she strained to bend forward. “Dam...” she mumbled around the pacifier in her mouth. She didn’t even bother looking at herself, instead she looked around the room in the morning light. Even through the blur she could see all the changes. But now there was no fear. The room didn’t matter as much anymore. She was almost certain of what was going to happen to her now, she tried not to think about it though. As she sat in her crib, she felt a tingle, and felt her diaper warming again. She felt a slight blush rise, but the embarrassment was almost gone when she was alone. She was staring off into space when her door opened and her mother stepped in.