Leslie

Chapter 5
Part 5

Chapter Description: Leslie and Megan are trapped longer than Leslie has ever dealt with, but things finally get back to normal. Well, as normal as it can get in this story at least.

Leslie stared at her “friend” Megan, both of them reduced to bedwetting children.

“What do you mean you ’didn’t think,’ Megan?” Leslie asked, fear and anger welling inside her chest.

“Well, at firtht it theemed like a good idea to teathe you about your big girl diaprth...” began Megan, sitting down on her sleeping bag, “But the thith whole thrinking thing happened... I wath thcared when it happened, but then I thaw how you were acting, like nothing wath wrong... I could remember why I wath at your houth and all that thtuff... But I wath thtill in control. Tho I dethided to try to get you into a diaper too just cuz it would be kinda funny, but thith whole thrinking thing... I didn’t know that would happen, a pleathent thurithe for me. And I’m guething you too.” Megan was wearing a bit of an evil smile now, Leslie looking on in shock and disbelief.

“Still in control? Like me! Just like me! I shrink, and the world shifts... But they’re still sort of aware of what’s happening! Megan, you just helped me out a little bit here...” Leslie pondered aloud.

“Tho you’ve done thith before? You lucky duck!” asked Megan, obvious jealousy in her voice.

“Lucky? You think bouncing back and forth between being a grown woman and a little girl is ’lucky?’ Try spending a day as a 2 year old. Or three weeks...” Leslie said darkly; she really had not enjoyed being a baby again.

Megan looked up, “Oh that’d be awethome...”

Leslie stared at her blankly. Awesome?

“You know me, Lethlie... I love being pampered and thpoiled... I love to be taken care of. My boyfriendth, my parenth, my friendth... They all thpoil me... But that would be the betht. Ath few rethponthibilities ath I have now, on top of that I wouldn’t need to go to the potty and thomebody would change my diaperth... Oh my god, it would be thuper...”

“Megan, grow up.” Leslie said firmly, “You’re 21 years old, and you will be again... You can’t just submit to this and be a baby.” Megan sat in silence for a moment, and let out a couple of soft grunts. Leslie could see her turning red, and began to freak out. “Megan, are you alright?”

“No, Lethlie...” Megan said finally, breathless and sweating slightly, “I’m not okay...”

A foul smell hit Leslie’s nose.

“Oh my god, Megan!” Leslie yelled, shocked. Her mom came running, jarring the door open.

“Girls, what’s wrong?!”

Megan had begun to tear up, “Mith Moore... I... I poo pood...”

“Oh! Oh dear...” Leslie’s mom walked over to Megan and scooped her up, then turned to walk her back out of the room, “Leslie, you get in bed honey... I’m gonna clean Meggy up real quick.”

“Okay mom,” Leslie said, still in disbelief. Megan looked at her over her mom’s shoulder, smiling.

The door closed, and Leslie walked over to her bed, feeling the pleasurable shifting and slight crinkle of her pull-up with every step. She sat in bed and checked before pulling her blanket up; the flowers were a little blurry. Now Leslie was putting stuff together:

The shift occurred when she wore a diaper when she didn’t need to

When she walked through a door, reality shifted and she’d shrink or grow.

The shrunken one was aware of everything, the older people’s perceptions shifted with reality.

Immediately after the shift, whether she was 2, 6, or 21, her bladder was weak, and she would wet.

Now she just needed to figure out how to stop the shifts completely, bedwetting or not. She pulled her blankets back, and quickly drifted off to sleep.

She woke up a couple hours later, and could see Megan sleeping on the floor by the nightlight. Her blanket was crumpled to the side of her; Leslie could see her lying there in a Pampers Cruiser, sucking her thumb. The image was strange, but not enough to wake her up completely, and she drifted off to sleep again.

The next 3 MONTHS were not enjoyable for Leslie. She waited and waited for a change, but it never came. She tried to force it; reality wouldn’t shift, but she got in trouble a couple times for wearing diapers during the day. She was back in 1st grade, making friends and slowly starting a new life as a child. She didn’t want to, but it was all she could do till everything fixed itself.

Meanwhile, Megan was having fun with the situation. They saw each other constantly, and would often talk about their new living arrangements and what they missed most; but what really uneased Leslie was watching her best friend unpotty train herself. Slowly and patiently, she had taught herself to ignore her body’s urges, and had gotten all the way back to 24 hour diaperings. She couldn’t have been happier about it.

“I can’t believe you untrained, Megan. You were making fun of my bedwetting, which got us into this mess, and now...” Leslie said one day.

Megan giggled, “I never thought I’d like diaperth thith much. Who knew? Haha! Thith thrinking thing ith nithe... But I wouldn’t mind getting back to adulthood. I mith it, yknow? The novelty hath worn off of thith...”

Leslie agreed, “Yeah, I’ve never been stuck this long, I don’t know what’s going on... Hey, I’m gonna get a juice, you want one?” Megan nodded vigorously. “Kay, be right back.”

Leslie stepped out into the hall, and was standing outside of her bedroom at her apartment.

She looked down excitedly, grabbing her breasts and feeling her flat, unpadded groin.

Oh my god, yes! Leslie thought, It’s done! Finally!

She ran back into her room and looked around in her drawers, finding panties and nothing else. Then she ran to the bathroom, finding half a pack of Goodnites under her sink, just as she had left it. Everything was back to normal! She walked into the living room and saw Megan on the patio, smoking a cigarette. Leslie stepped outside to join her.

“Megan, it’s over! Finally! What a coincidence, right? We were just talking about this!” Leslie babbled, lighting a cig and taking a drag.

“What’s over?” Megan asked.

“What do you mean? We were little, remember? Little girls, I wet the bed, you were in diapers? It’s all over now!” Leslie said, feeling slightly insane for some reason.

“Um, well yeah... We haven’t been little girls in like 10 years, Les. You feeling alright?” Megan raised a suspicious eyebrow at her friend, now fearing slightly for her.

Leslie just sat and stared for a second, figuring that this weirdness must have spared Megan those terrible memories. “Yeah, I’m fine... Just.... Well, this. Cigarettes, living on my own, college... I’m just excited to be grown up finally, you know? It took 21 years to get here, I’m not allowed to be excited?” She tried to cover her strangeness.

Megan chuckled, and put out the cigarette. “You are so weird, Leslie.” She turned around, and opened the sliding door, “When you’re done, can you come in and change me? My diaper is soaked.”

Megan slowly walked inside, as if nothing was wrong.