You see a small wet spot on the front of your nightie. You pull up the front of it to check the state of your underwear and are surprised to see Disney Princesses looking back at you. You've seen this design before on TV and quickly realise that you're wearing a pair of pull-ups designed for girls; though these seem to be missing the learning designs. Your stomach sinks as you realise what this means.
You're distracted when your mother sighs. You look up and see that she's shaking her head slightly and looks slightly disappointed. You frantically try to think up of a way of explaining that this was Christie's fault.
"Listen, Mom, I can explain-"
"Hush, honey, I know it isn't your fault. Christie should have put you in your overnight diaper," she interrupts while smiling at you, " Don't worry, I won't give you a frowny face for this. Now, let's get you dressed.
While you try and work out what your mother meant by that, she walks over, takes your hand and leads you to your room. As you go through your door, your mouth drops. It had completely changed. Gone were your white walls and gaming posters, to be replaced by light pink walls covered with flowers and bunny rabbit murals. Your desk and computer were replaced by a wooden changing table. Your single person bed seemed to be the same, but now had pink coverings and had raised sides. Everything is so different, you don't know how to react. Your mother didn't seem surprised at any of this and just leads you to your chest of drawers, which thankfully seems unchanged. When she pulls open a drawer, you realise that all your clothes were gone, replaced by ones that would only fit a toddler; a girl toddler at that.
Your mother pulls out a pull-up that was much smaller than the one you were wearing and turns to face you. Without warning, she grabs the bottom of your nightie and pulls it over your head.
"Hey, I can dress myself," you yelp in surprise. Your mother smiles at you, but for some reason you don't think she believes you. She puts her hand on your chin, shakes your head from side to side and says, "I know sweetie and I'm just helping." She then rips the tabs of your pull-up and takes it away before you can do anything more than yelp again.
She kneels down in front of you and opens up the fresh pull-up. "Come on and step in and we'll finish getting dressed," she says.
"I can't fit in that, it's too small," you reply.
"Aren't you being fussy today?" she sighs before continuing, "If you're right and it doesn't fit, I'll let you wear some big girl panties. So how about trying?"
Seeing no way of this going worse for you, you try to step into the pull-up. As your leg goes into the opening, the pull-up seems to grow. You freeze, not knowing what is going on. Your mother, apparently growing impatient, grabs your other leg and puts it into the pull-up and then works it up your body until it rests comfortably at your groin; a perfect fit. Your mother turns back to the dresser and takes out...
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