Meg’s Transformation Scene 36

The three of them left Helen’s office with some semblance of closure.
“When do you have off from work?” Nancy asked.
“Umm…tomorrow, actually,” Megan explained. “They are training someone new.”
“Then I suppose we can begin this tonight.”
“OK,” Megan replied, disguising her enthusiasm.
“Personally, I still feel this is a bit ridiculous. However, if we are going to try this,” Drew argued. “Then we might as well take it seriously. That means for the next 24 hours, you might as well be a toddler.”
Her father’s tone made her doubtful, but Megan knew that she couldn’t back out. “OK,” she consented. A slow smile then spread across her face. “I can’t believe you wanted a motorcycle. Was it a Harley?”
“Honda actually. And it’s ancient history.”
“Come on, dear,” Nancy chided. “I hear you talking about it every now and then.”
That night, after her siblings had gone to bed, Megan prepared herself for trial regression. She showered and trimmed her pubic hair. Part of her was giddy with excitement while another part was rife with doubt. Conflicted as she was, she felt like she was a passenger on an escalator being pulled towards a higher level of self-discovery. It was, she reckoned, how people must feel when they come out of the closet or find God or get drafted by a pro sports team.
Her parents were waiting for her in her room with diapers in hand.
“Do you remember the last time we did this for her?” Nancy asked.
“Long, long ago,” Drew remarked. “Heck, it was long, long ago when we did it for Stephen.”
Megan blushed slightly and nervously approached. There was a towel spread out on her bed and she was directed to lay down. Tense at first, she was able to let herself go as her parents powdered and diapered her and tucked her into bed.
“Comfy?” Nancy asked.
Megan nodded.
“Goodnight, dear,” she said, giving her a kiss on the head.
“Sleep tight, Angel Pie,” Drew added. Megan smiled. He hadn’t called her that in years.
Though she slept soundly, Megan found herself awake earlier than anticipated. Her mother had deliberately woken her so she could change her before she went to work.
“Ugh, Mom,” she remarked. “I’ll change later. Let me sleep.”
“We had a deal,” Nancy sternly reminded her. “Remember?”
Megan nodded and allowed her to remove her wet diaper. Nancy then presented her with a pacifier.
“Where did you get that from?” Megan asked.
“You’re sister,” Nancy explained. She was referring to Jessica and her brief period as a raver several years ago.
Megan nodded and gently took it in her mouth. It felt awkward at first, but soon became strangely comforting. Nancy wiped and powdered her and then put on not one, but two diapers. She was told that unless it was an emergency, she was not to change herself.
“I have to run. Have a good day, sweetie.”
“Thanks. You too, Mom.”
Diapered and with the house to herself, Megan found herself at a loss. She thought briefly about going back to sleep, but dismissed it. Once awake, awake she would stay. However, she hadn’t a clue what to do. She was supposed to be playing the part of a baby, but she didn’t even know where to begin.
“Um…. OK,” she remarked to no one in particular. “Lil’ help here?”