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Chapter 3
The Mommy Thing

Chapter Description: "Well, it looks like you're going to get to see the basement after all," said Crystal.

“Ben calls it ‘the Mommy thing,’” Crystal explained cheerfully as she brought a duffel bag of supplies over to the queen-sized bed she and her husband shared. A terry towel had already been laid out for Shonda, and her small, denuded form squirmed on top of it. Between pouts and bouts of crying, she could be seen opening and closing her fists, wiggling her tiny toes, touching her private parts… the sort of exploratory gestures one might expect of a high school graduate trapped in the body of a toddler. “I just think of it as a necessary step in the process. You may still have your own intellect and your own memories, but those won’t get you very far when it comes to maintaining dominion over your itty-bitty muscles.”

Shonda was far from slow and she knew what was coming next. She prayed to the God with whom she conversed every night to give her the strength and courage to make it through this test and all the ones to follow.

Her piety was interrupted by the sound of a disposable diaper being flung open. Crystal was all smiles as she slid her milky white hands up and down the inside of the undergarment, and then the outside. Shonda merely swallowed the lump in her throat.

“Can you imagine that some people still believe in cloth?” Crystal’s voice was mildly disdainful, as though she were discussing the Jim Crow era. “Not me. No way. It just isn’t the same. Not nearly as ‘babyish’ or what-have-you. Although I could be biased, as I was raised on disposables.”

Shonda was barely listening. She struggled to hang on to her rapidly shrinking dignity as she felt the diaper slide below her butt and her ankles lowered to the bed.

“These hourglass shapes are new, too,” Crystal remarked. “The first disposables were perfect rectangles. Led to a lot of bunching up in between the legs. Difficult walking, awkward crawling.”

Shonda snapped to attention when she felt the first cold puffs of lavender-scented talc strike her skin. She had been through a lot in her life, from mistreatment by boyfriends to racial slurs from the ignorant and hateful… but nothing could have prepared her for the humiliating indignity of having another girl rub baby powder into her privates.

“I’m not so cruel as to doom you to diaper rash,” smiled Crystal, and then she pulled the front of the diaper up between Shonda’s thighs and held it to her belly button as each side got taped in turn. “How does it feel?”

Shonda squirmed around a bit. She tried to maintain an icy glare, even though the soft, crinkly diaper was, in fact, wildly comfortable.

“Feels alright.” They were the first words she’d spoken since her second and final regression.

Crystal gave the baby girl a reassuring pat on the front of her diaper. “I’ve always loved an agreeable baby girl in a crisp white diaper. They’re just… cuter than most, y’know?”

Shonda rolled her eyes, although, in the fear center of her brain, she noticed herself collecting references from Crystal making it sound as though Shonda hadn’t been the first nor by any means would be the last victim of the purple artifact’s temporal transformations.

But where are all the other babies?

“Well, it looks like you’re going to get to see the basement after all,” said Crystal. It sounded like the obvious answer when put up against Shonda’s inner monologue. “It’s a little chilly down there, so…”

Three minutes later, Shonda was dressed in pink tied booties and a tiny cotton t-shirt, also pink.

“Something for my… bottom?” Shonda cooed her request.

Crystal tsk-tsked and shook her head without an ounce of regret. “Diapers retain heat. You’ll be more than warm enough. And just that much more adorable!”