Leslie

Chapter 1
Part 1

Chapter Description: Part 1, in which Leslie has an enjoyable night but an interesting morning

Leslie sat on her couch, stroking her cat’s head and watching her favorite tv show. It had been a simple, easy sort of day, and had wound up ending in a simple, easy sort of way. She was getting tired now, and decided it was about time for bed. She got up, shooing her cat off her lap, and went to her restroom to shower up. She stood in the hot water for a long time, contemplating what was about to happen. She was nervous and scared, but somewhat excited as well. She knew that one night was nothing to really be worried about, but it was an excuse to finally do this again.

It had been 12 years, and she had missed it.

She went into her room, strutting around naked (the bonus of living alone), and got out her jammies for tonight. She was so anxious now. First she slipped on her large shirt which went down to about midthigh. Then came the socks, knee-high and super fuzzy and warm. And finally, the newest part of the ensemble: her first Goodnite since she had stopped wetting the bed at nine years old. She sat for a moment, enjoying the feel and listening to the noise it made. She’d never admit it, but she had wanted this since she had stopped so long ago; it wasn’t normal for a sexy 21 year old such as herself to want to wear bedwetter panties.... But they were just so cute and comfy.

She had woken up this morning to quite a shock. Somehow, for some reason, she had wet her bed last night... She chalked it up to stress from upcoming college exams, but she saw it as a reason to buy herself what she wanted most. So she seized the opportunity. And now here she was, staring at the cute butterflies and wondering why she had ever stopped wetting the bed in the first place, or why she never tried wetting on purpose before... Except for a couple times she wore at friends house’s, she had been diaperless for too too long.

She strutted around her apartment, enjoying the thickness between her legs and the slight crinkle she made with each step. She decided to have a smoke before bed, and stepped onto the patio. She sat down, putting her legs up on her table, not really scared of any of her neighbors spying her in her “big girl panties” as her parents had called them so long ago. She smoked and thought of how wonderful it would be just to wear these for the rest of her life... Just sleep away in her big kid diapers, not a care about it, find a guy who liked it or at least didn’t mind it. This led her to think about wearing them all the time; it gave her butterflies in her stomach, both from desire and fear. She wasn’t sure if she really thought it would be worth the ridicule, and she quickly pushed it from her mind. Her cigarette was done, so she went back inside. She stopped in the kitchen to grab a drink, when she noticed something slightly alarming; sometime between her bedroom and the kitchen, she had actually used her Goodnite....

I guess it’s just cuz I’m tired she reassured herself... It wasn’t much, and she knew that they could hold a bit of her wettings (at least they did back in the day), so she gulped down a cup of juice and headed off to sleep. Her cat curled up next to her, and she smiled slightly as the cat’s movement made her Goodnite crinkle... She had really missed this, and was looking forward to sort of making this a little bit of a secret habit.

The next morning brought a joyous unease to Leslie... She woke up tremendously wet.

Well this looks like I’m sort of regressing into a bedwetter, she thought to herself, but at least it means I’ll need the Goodnites for a bit.

This last bit made her smirk.

As she got up, she noticed something strange... Her room was different somehow... The layout was all wrong, the decoration was completely off. There was pink and white, the calming beige of the room last night was gone.... Her furniture was all different. She jumped up in a panic, reaching down quickly to keep her sagging diaper from falling off... Somehow, the princesses on it were different as well, and one of the easy open sides had popped open.

Wait. Princesses? Easy-open sides? What the hell?

Leslie sprung off her bed and ran to her mirror to look at herself, and what she saw shocked her... Staring back at her was the 6 year old Leslie from 15 years ago, braces in her mouth and her cropped haircut. And the biggest tell was the sagging pull-up hanging off of her slender frame!

She ran downstairs, looking for help, holding her diaper in place. She found her mom in the kitchen.

“Mommy, what’s happening?” she asked.

“What do you mean, Leslie? Did you have another accident last night?” her mother asked, talking to her like a small child, “It’s nothing to be upset about, it happens to a lot of kids.” She added a smile at the end.

“But mommy, I’m supposed to be a big girl!” Leslie said, confused and frightened.

“Big girls have accidents too, baby... Now go change up and get ready for school.”

“But!”

“No ’buts’ young lady! I don’t want you getting diaper rash! Go get ready!” her mother said firmly.

Leslie knew this was futile, and so frowned in anger and walked back upstairs, feeling her pull-up shift and squish with every step. She went upstairs, rolled the pull-up, and threw it away; then everything got as normal as it could be for the newly grown-down Leslie. She got dressed (pulling on a black tshirt, her Little Mermaid underoos, and jeans), went downstairs, and her mom drove her to school. Her mom asked her if she’d rather try diapers now, and Leslie absently replied with a yes, not really paying attention, but that was virtually all the conversation they had on the way there.

Leslie sat in the gym with a bunch of her fellow 6 year olds (none of which were shrunken versions of her friends, making her think that she had shrunk and not actually gone back in time) until it was time for school to really start. She sat in her seat, and reached down into her Hannah Montana backpack for a spiral notebook.

As she sat back up, she realized that she was now in her college classroom, and had just pulled a notebook out of her messenger bag... She was now thoroughly confused. One second she was a baby, the next all grown up... She was scared and worried now... Was she going insane? Was she loosing it? What was going on?!

She shifted uneasily in her seat, trying to get comfortable in her own skin, when she noticed something... She moved her leg, and felt the same sensation again... Without thinking, she shot her hand down and ran it over her crotch, not caring that the creepy guy next to her was watching her every move. What was happening now was just too strange and horrible to imagine.

She was sitting in a college class in wearing her cutest tshirt, her tightest and sexiest jeans, and her super comfortable, super cute Goodnites.