Brandi:

My sister was sick. Mommy explained I had to pretend to be a baby girl so we could take her to the hospital. My big sister Zoey even pretended to be a doctor. Mommy helped me pretend by scrambling my motor skills. I don't know what that means but my hands and feet don't work so good right now.

The nice doctor and nurse are going to make Lana all better. They were going to take out her nasty old appendix and fix her. I was sad when they took her away but Zoey and Mommy promised me I could see her when she was out of surgery.

She was gone for about two hours before we could go to her room. She smiled when she saw me but she was still groggy. If all went well, Mommy said she could go home tomorrow. I waved my crumpled arm at her as Mommy rolled me out to the car. We would see her in the morning.

Apparently, the surgery was through small holes the cut into Lana so the recovery would be much quicker. As long as Lana could poop her diaper, they would send her home. Well, we all know that was easy for me and Lana. Only, this time she couldn't so they were going to make her with a suppository.

We arrived at the hospital the morning after Lana had made a messy diaper. Mommy rolled Lana to the car and strapped her into the back seat. I reached over and held her hand. She smiled at me. Zoey drove us home and Mommy fixed us so we didn't have to pretend to be little babies anymore.

She told me all about her stay in the hospital and how terrible the diapers were. How embarrassed she was to have to poop in her diaper with the nurse feeding her dinner. She couldn't wait to get home and get a proper diaper on her bottom. I smiled at her and patted her hand. Mommy heard her and told her she would change her into a much better diaper as soon as we got home. Mommy loved us so much that she would do anything for us.

Epilogue

Trisha and Zoey had successfully regressed two completely normal and unrelated young adults into twin babies. It had taken a year to fully transition them to the role Zoey had envisioned for them but they now embraced the diapered life of toddlers.

Brandi had been a model baby girl much quicker than Lana. Brandi's intellect wasn't as sharp as Lana's and easily came under Trisha's control. Lana's change was slower and more subtle. The turning point seemed to happen right around her hospital stay. Mommy didn't waste any time getting her professional care at the hospital. Mommy really did love and care for her babies.

The whole world treating Lana as if she had the mental capacity of a toddler, combined with the anesthesia side effects left her in a suggestive state that helped her accept her role as a baby sister to Zoey, twin to Brandi.

Mommy tested Lana and Brandi from time to time. She once gave them full bladder and bowel control for a day but both of them wet and messed as usual. They were so used to using the diaper that it never entered their minds to even attempt to hold it.

Brandi and Lana had the pretties hair. Both of them sported shoulder-length hair, often in pigtails, thanks to Zoey. A few times a year, Mommy would dress them alike and take them shopping with her and Zoey. After the first time, Mommy stopped disabling their bodies. They didn't talk and played their parts perfectly.

Mommy never had to rely on her fail-safe. If anyone tried to access her phone without the proper verification sequence, the twins would have been paralyzed from the neck down and it turn Zoey up to 200% ability to deal with any threat. That she never needed it pleased Trisha.

And they lived happily ever diapered.