The Christmas Wish

Chapter 1
A Christmas Wish

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This took quite some time to write and I quickly realized that I was running out of time for the contest. For the sake of getting it submitted in time I had to throw together something at the end. Sorry about that, deadlines are a bitch. Other than that, I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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The dark winter sky was spotted with the fluffy white specs as they fell to the ground silently. A cool breeze rattled the Christmas lights on the houses along the street where a young man stood staring at the night sky. He felt the wind through his short, brown hair, sending a chill down his spine. He was thankful for the thick coat he was wearing as the wind blew a few snow flakes onto his cheek. The dull Christmas lights on the house behind cast a slight shadow on the ground below. He loved winter; it was so serene and quiet. A single dog barked in the background and the motor of a car on the freeway barely hummed in the distance, but beyond that the night was soundless. It was still rather early in the evening, but to him it felt like the entire city had gone to bed early. He thought he might look strange standing outside motionless, just taking in the winter surroundings. He was a tall man, that carried a little extra weight, but he was thankful for the extra padding during these cold seasons. He thought about the city that he loved. The town wasn’t very large, but certainly large enough for him. Everything seemed to be in the holiday spirit; the houses, the stores, even the local college, which he attended when it was in session. The winter break had just begun, with Christmas only a few days away.

A young woman came out of the house behind him. She shivered when she felt the breeze hit her and regretted not having worn a coat over her blue turtle-neck sweater. The snow-covered ground crunched with each step she took as she walked towards the man. Suddenly, the wind picked up blowing her long light-blonde hair in her face, which in turn caused her to gasp in surprise. He turned to her and smiled at her now pinkish cheeks. “Mike, honey,” she started, “you’ve been out her for fifteen minutes. I think you’re scarring the neighbor’s dog...” She crossed her arms and looked at him with her light blue eyes squinting; they were starting to water from the wind.

“I’m just getting some fresh air, Katie,” he said to her as he waved. He turned back to the darkness and took a deep breath as Katie sighed and went back inside. It had only been a year and a few months since the couple graduated from high-school and moved to the small college town. They both wanted to get away from their parents, who now lived a three-hour drive away. It was tough for them to live on their own in their very small (not to mention run-down), one-bedroom house they were renting, but they refused to be separated by the college co-ed dorms like they were the year before. The small town wasn’t known for much beyond the university, and it was pretty obvious. Small liquor stores and gas stations dotted the few main roads in town. A single grocery store, a McDonalds, a Taco Bell, and a few family-owned restaurants served as the only sources of food. The college’s bell-tower could be heard in the distance all over the city as it chimed indicating the hour. The dull tones echoed in the night and finally left it silent again except for the sounds of the highway in the distance. Mike shivered as the wind picked up again and decided to go inside.

Their home was very small with just a single bedroom, a very small bathroom, and a single room that acted as living room, dinning room, and kitchen. Windows were apparently not in the design of the house as there was only one in the bedroom and a small one in the kitchen. The walls looked faded and the carpet was dirty, evidence of the quality of the previous tenants. In their living room there was a loveseat and a chair that matched both in design and old age. Each had a piece of their personality in the living area. Along one wall was a computer desk covered with potted plants that belonged to Mike, who was horticulture major hoping to go into botany. On the other side was a bookshelf full of music theory books with a music stand in the corner and a bassoon against the wall. Katie was an accomplished musician, as was indicated by the numerous awards displayed on the wall. She was trying for a degree in music and hoped to one day perform professionally.

Outside there was a porch with a few pillars that held the roof overhead. The porch was Mike’s favorite part of the whole house; during the warmer season he would sit on the porch and study while he enjoyed a beer. White siding covered the outside of the house with an occasional crack or dent from years gone past. The couple had hung Multi-colored Christmas lights all around the border of the house just a few nights before. The lights illuminated the outside of the house as they burned off the night. A wreath hung on the door as they displayed to the world their Christmas spirit. A single large tree grew in a far corner of their small yard, its branches stretched toward the roof. A barely shoveled sidewalk connected their house to the street.

Mike climbed the stairs of the porch trying carefully to not slip on the icy surface and opened the front door. Inside it was warm and the wind was not so intrusive. He took off his coat threw it over the back of the chair in their living room. Katie was tucked back into the kitchen working on a late dinner for the couple. The smell of cooked hamburger filled the house. ?Hamburger Helper,’ he thought to himself, ?Katie’s specialty...’ He liked to tease her about her cooking. Katie tried very hard to be a good home-maker, but she simply wasn’t a good cook. It didn’t bother Mike, but it sure was fun to poke fun at her attempts. However, there was one area of home-making she did succeed in: cleaning. If the walls weren’t faded and carpet not dirty, the house would have looked like a million bucks. Everything was in its place and the living room was laid out very nicely considering the small quarters. He collapsed on the loveseat with a loud sigh. He was still stressed from finals week and was relieved that it was finally over. With a couple clicks of the remote he turned on the TV in front of him. He could tell Katie hadn’t watched TV today because it was still on Cartoon Network from last when they had watched Adult Swim together. ?Ugh,” he thought to himself, ?They still show Power Puff Girls on this channel?’ With a quick flick of the wrist he turned it to the Discovery Channel and looked with great happiness. ?MythBusters, now that’s a show!’ He chuckled to himself as he watched a dummy with a parachute fall from a building a crash on to the ground.

Suddenly the phone rang. ?I bet it’s mom,’ he continued to think to himself, ?she always call just when I’m getting comfortable.’ He reached over to the wall and grabbed the phone, “Hello?”

“Mikey? It’s mom!”

“Hi mom,” he grinned at his own prediction, “how are you?”

“Oh Mikey, everything is just fine over here. Your father and I miss you so much.” He rolled his eyes as she continued to guilt trip him for not going to the university back home. “So, dear, when are you coming home for the holiday?”

“Katie and I are going to leave tomorrow morning,” he told her.

“Oh,” she started, “she’s coming with you?” Mike knew his mom was not fond of the living situation with him and Katie. His mom was very religious and the thought of the two of them living together without being married disturbed her.

“Of course she is mom. We can stay at her parents place if you’d prefer.” He knew this fight was coming; it came every time he and Katie visited for the holidays. On Thanksgiving he thought poor Katie was going to cry because his mom wouldn’t stop implying that she was a whore. It took him hours to calm Katie down and to convince her that his mom meant well.

“No no no!” she said sternly, “I want to see my baby boy for Christmas and I don’t care what he drags in with him from the streets.” He rolled his eyes. Katie was a dean’s list honor student, a practiced musician, and an awarded performer, but he still couldn’t convince his mom that she was worth her approval.

“Okay mom, whatever, but don’t be so mean to her this time. You have no idea what I went through on Thanksgiving.” His mother sighed on the other end of the phone. If she had it her way he would still be living at home so she could keep him on the right path. He could hear the disappointment in her sigh.

“I promise,” she said through gritted teeth. ?All my meddling and that slut is still around,’ she thought to herself, ?she must be even more desperate than I thought.’

He could hear Katie in the kitchen pulling dishes out of the cupboards, “Look mom, I gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow. Love you, bye!” He quickly hung up the phone hoping that Katie wouldn’t notice he was on the phone.

Katie turned the corner with two plates and handed one to him just as he turned back to the TV. “Mmm,” he said, “Smells good.” He was having difficulty keeping a straight face as he said it.

“Don’t you start with me,” she said, knowing how much he liked to tease her cooking abilities, “or else you’ll have to cook for yourself from now on.” She grinned at him and wagged her finger in his face. “...and,” she continued, “You know your cooking is way worse than mine.” He smiled and picked up his fork. She was right, and he hoped she wouldn’t bring up the last time he tried to cook. “Let’s not forget your macaroni and cheese fiasco,” she started as if she could read his mind, “I still don’t know how you managed to catch the noodles on fire...”

“Okay, okay. You’ve made your point,” he cut her off, still embarrassed at his inability to cook the simplest food. She leaned back against the chair with a smug victory smile on her face and they both began to eat.

“So who was on the phone?” she asked between bites.

?Dammit!’ he thought to himself, ?How did she see me?’ The last thing he wanted was to get into a debate with Katie about why his mom didn’t like her. “Um, it was nobody,” he lied.

“Oh, so how is your mother then?” Katie knew her boyfriend very well.

Mike sighed, “She’s fine I guess. She just wanted to know about tomorrow.” He got up to get a drink hoping that the subject would change by the time he got back from the kitchen.

“Do we really have to stay over there this year?” she asked him from across the room, “You know my parents don’t mind if we stay over there.”

Having given up all hope on avoiding the topic, he finally gave up as he cracked open a Miller. “You know I’ll never hear the end of it if we don’t. She’ll call every night accusing me of not loving her anymore.” Now he knew Katie would offer to just stay at her parent’s house by

herself.

“Well, I could just stay at my parent’s house by myself if your mom doesn’t want me over there,” she said weakly, but she could already tell she was stuck.

Mike sat back down on the loveseat and set his beer on the floor next to him. He put his arm around Katie. “Babe, you know I’ll stand up for you if my mom gets out of control.”

Their eyes met and she tried to protest, “but...I...uh...” She hated it when they locked eyes because she could never resist those green gems in his eye sockets. “Fine...” she sighed. The thought of seeing his mom sent chills down her spine, but since she loved him she would do anything if it meant being together for the holidays.

He reached over and kissed her. “I love you,” he said in a singsong voice.

“Yeah yeah, I love you too.” She picked up her plate and went back to eating. The rest of the meal went rather fast and Mike took the dishes to the kitchen and started to wash them. He hated doing dishes, but the deal they had was that if she cooked, he did the dishes. Since he had been banned from cooking by both Katie and the fire marshal, he was stuck with dish duty.

Mike didn’t like the kitchen. It was very small and cramped. The oven was jammed in the corner and the fridge was on the edge of the kitchen. There were dirty cupboards between them with a sink embedded in one of them. The worst part hard to have been no dishwasher. Everything had to be washed by hand. He filled the sink with soap and hot water and dove right in. As he washed the dishes he heard Katie in the other room as she began to play her bassoon. She was playing ?Santa Claus is coming to Town.’ He turned his head and peaked around the corner to see her.

She sat on a folding chair with a strap holding the bassoon in place. The light brown instrument had a bright, glossy finish and the pipe at the top had a cream rim. She took very good care of that instrument; he could tell she loved it very much. The sweet sound filled the whole house. Each note was played perfectly with each tone whole and pure. The notes were light and fluffy and the tempo upbeat. He felt empowered by her music as it renewed his Christmas spirit. As she entered the chorus he almost felt like a kid again waiting for Santa Claus.

She truly was an angel with that instrument, he decided. Her blonde hair rested over her shoulder, and her blue eyes sparkled as she played. Her terrific figure was much more obvious when she played, and he couldn’t help but check her out as she pushed her chest forward and her butt back. She looked up from her sheet music and caught him looking at her. She gave him a wink as she continued playing. Something about the way she handled herself around the instrument made him want to kiss her and hold her. Her composure was confident and her posture was impressive to say the least.

He quickly finished his dish duties and went out to the living room just as she finished playing the song. She stood up and curtsied as he clapped his hands and whistled. “Encore!” he shouted, “Encore!” She blushed slightly and bowed.

“And now, for my next piece,” she started to her fake audience, “I will be playing a duet with a wonderful man. You all might know him, his name is Mike and he is my boyfriend.”

“Oh no!” he said, “I’m not good enough to play with you.”

“C’mon get over here, it’s a Christmas recital!” She motioned to him as she pulled a chair next to hers. “Besides, I think our audience wants to hear you.”

“Okay, but only a couple of songs.” He reached behind her and grabbed his clarinet from the corner. He thought it was ironic that they had met in band back at high school, in almost the same conditions too. She had needed a partner to play with her at a duet recital and forced him into it. The two of them practiced almost every night for three weeks and by the end of it not only did they get first place, but romance had also bloomed between the two. Now, years later, she would con him into playing with her, but he was always rewarded very well afterwards. She put another piece of music on the stand as he sat next to her. He recognized instantly as her favorite Christmas song: ?Sleigh Ride.’

He was certainly no musician; in fact, he wasn’t very good at all. Whenever they played together he would always play the harmony while she played the melody. He brought the instrument to his mouth and she counted off. The piece was certainly meant for a larger ensemble, but she was always very content just playing with him. For each sweet bassoon tone that filled the room an off-tune, sometimes off-beat, clarinet note followed. He progressively would sound better as he got used to the instrument again, but without the practice that she put in, he knew he would never really get better. The duo played for what seemed like an eternity to Mike, but finally Katie put her bassoon down.

“It’s getting late,” she said as she flashed Mike a seductive look, “Let’s go to bed.” He leapt to his feet with Superman-like speed and went to their bedroom. She walked in behind him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. “Wait right here for me,” she said. He smiled as she pushed him on to the bed and left the room. As he hastily removed his shoes and socks a light blue sweater hit him in the head and he heard Katie giggle from around the corner. He debated about making her remove his clothes or surprising her in just his boxers. Boxers would be best he decided as he removed the rest of his clothes and climbed into their bed. It was cold between the sheets, since the bedroom didn’t seem to receive much heat, and a chilly breeze blew in from the poorly insulated window causing him to shiver as a shadow was cast from the doorway.

There she stood wearing her same hip-hugging jeans and a white bra on. Her hair was draped over the front side of her shoulders. She jumped into his arms and embraced his kiss. With one hand behind her head and one on her hip, he moved his kisses to her neck causing her to moan slightly. Suddenly Mike didn’t care about finals, or grades. He didn’t even care about the love of his life and his mother fighting. At that moment he was simply glad to be in love, and he hoped that it would never change. They stayed up late enjoying the physical aspects of each other until finally the fire that fueled them seemed to calm. He watched as Katie put her underwear back on; he thought it was cute that she couldn’t sleep nude. With his arm around her, Katie rested her head on his shoulder. Her hair was sprawled all over his bare chest. One of her bra straps hung to the side of her shoulder. Mike kissed her on the forehead, and noticed that she had already fallen asleep. Together they slept as the snow continued to fall silently on the small town.

The car ride to their hometown was always fun for Mike. He loved the open road; to him it represented unchallenged freedom and adventure. Katie found the car ride home to be very long and boring. Three hours of sitting with just the radio and Mike to occupy her. Try as she might, she knew he would never let her drive, not even for an hour. It was really just a matter of choosing her battles. The drive did, however, give them a chance to catch up on everything they missed about each other over the busy final week. Katie talked about her performances and pieces of music she was composing and Mike talked about plants he hoped to propagate in the spring. They even got to sing some of their favorite songs on the radio together.

Three hours and two rest stops later they finally arrived at their destination. Their hometown was much bigger than the small college town; Mike had almost forgotten how much he hated traffic. It was Christmas Eve and their first stop was Mike’s house. His mother always cooked up a grand dinner and they would exchange a few gifts afterwards around the Christmas tree. The next morning they would go to Katie’s house to spend the day with her parents. Mike really liked Katie’s parents. Her dad was a pharmacist, but he had a terrific sense of humor. Though he had never told him, Mike always thought Katie’s dad looked like Chuck Norris. Her mom was a physical therapist and looked like an older version of Katie, but with brown hair. Neither family had any little kids around anymore, so there really wasn’t a huge emphasis on Santa or presents. Mike also hoped to hang out with some of his friends in the city if he got some extra time.

Katie seemed to get more and more quiet as they got closer to his house. She knew it was going to be a long night and she wished she could just skip it. She took a deep breath as they turned on to the street. She could see his house on the left side with big, lighted evergreen trees. A large nativity scene was in the front yard and garland hung around every window. On the outside the house looked innocent and sweet, but she knew there was a Christmas witch inside just waiting to ruin her holiday. The snow crunched as Mike pulled the car into the drive-way. “We’re here!” he said with a joy that Katie certainly did not share.

The dinner started very nice. Katie wore her white sweater with red reindeer on it. She knew how much Mike liked it when she wore sweaters. Everyone else also dressed up real nice for the holiday dinner. Mike’s mom had cooked a tasty Christmas ham. There were mashed potatoes and gravy and lots of cooked veggies. Mike’s mother was being condescending to Katie, but at least she wasn’t calling her a whore. Katie thought that dinner had gone quite well. She actually found herself having a good time. That is, until it was time to sleep...

“What do you mean I can’t sleep here tonight?” Katie asked with her hands on her hips in anger.

“Dear, I can’t have you and my sweet boy sleeping under the same roof unless you’re married. It is Christmas, and this is Christ’s day, and in this house we follow Christ’s rules.” Mike’s mother knew she had found a winning argument.

“Mom, that’s not fair to her! I’ll sleep on the couch!” Mike simply couldn’t believe his mothers behavior. Even after he begged her over the phone to be good she just couldn’t hold her tongue.

“Mikey, I won’t have your little hussy damning you to the depths of hell for the rest of eternity because she couldn’t sleep in the car one night!”

“Y-You...You...” Katie was so angry she could barely talk, “You expect me to sleep in the car... on Christmas!!!!” Tears began to form in her eyes.

“Listen here you little slut. Your water works won’t work on me!” Mike’s mother had her finger in Katie’s face and was about to start a lecture when Katie tuned her back and ran out of the house sobbing.

“Mom...” Mike said, his fists clenched and tears beginning to form in his eyes as well, “I can’t believe you...”

Katie ran down the street, she had no idea where she was going. She just wanted to get away. “T-Trying to m-make me sleep o-outside on C-Christmas!!!” she was so upset she could barely verbalize her anger. She turned into a park with Mike running behind her.

“Katie! Wait!” Mike ran after her into the park. The wind was blowing the snow all around them made it difficult to see her and he was afraid he’d lose her if she didn’t stop. Thankfully, she slowed down and turned to him, tears running down her cheeks.

“I told you she would do this! Your mother hates me! No matter what I do, she’ll always hate me!” Her blue eyes glimmered as tears filled them. She turned her head, ashamed of herself for crying in front of his parents.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I made her promise she’d behave herself. You know how my mother can be.” He put his arm around her and held her close to him. He held her hand and kissed her teary cheek. “We won’t even go back, okay? We’ll just go to your parent’s house tonight.” She looked at him with a smile as she sniffled.

“Oh Mike,” she said as she buried her head into the shoulder of his coat, “I just wish it could be different. I miss the fun parts of Christmas. I miss Santa, and Frosty, and presents, and toys. I... I just... I wish I could be a kid again for the holidays.” Suddenly the wind calmed and the snow stopped falling. They both looked up at the sudden change in climate.

It was then that Mike noticed Katie’s hand was getting really warm. “Katie... what’s happening to your hand?” She stepped back and held her hands up. They were both glowing a dull white color.

“T-they’re going numb,” she said, a look a fright in her eyes. At first she thought maybe frost bite, but she knew it wasn’t that cold outside. She watched the glowing spread up her hand and into her coat sleeve. She felt it begin to slowly move up her arm, numbing it as well. “M-Mike!” she called out to him. He just stood there, not sure what to do. The numbness had moved all the way up to her chest and spread to the lower parts of her body. She realized that she couldn’t move as the numbness covered her whole body. All of her exposed skin seemed to be glowing now. Then the numbness was replaced with a spreading warmness. She could feel a strange tingling in her breasts and on her rear. Her breasts we receding into her chest and her rear was losing much of its roundness. She could feel her bra become too big and her jeans began to not hug her hips so much. Her tight, white sweater now seemed loose and baggy. Suddenly she got a strange sensation in her groin area as her once well developed reproductive system began to regress to pre-pubescent times. Without control she moaned out as her hymen healed to its once unbroken state. She tried to call out again to Mike, but now her mouth wouldn’t respond. The tingling quickly spread to her extremities and she could feel her arms moving into the sleeves of her coat. As she looked at Mike she realized he seemed to be getting taller. She once only had to tilt her head slightly to look into his eyes, but soon found herself lifting her entire head up just to keep eye contact. Her jeans fell completely to the ground as she lost the required size to hold them up. She held her knees together in an attempt to keep her underwear from falling as well, but to no avail. Her shirt and coat hung to her shoulders and covered her entire body. The muscles in her legs began to contract as her weight began to become too much for them, and she fell forward landing on her hands and knees. Baby fat began to bubble all over her body and she felt herself expand. Water began to stream down her cheeks as she realized she was crying uncontrollably. Then the warmth from her transformation began to subside as she regained her self-control.

Mike was completely flabbergasted by what he had just witnessed. The woman he loved had just transformed into a toddler before his very eyes. At first he thought he was having some kind of weird dream, but when he heard her crying from inside her coat he knew it was a reality. He felt the wind pick up again as he moved closer to the pile of clothes that remained. The infantile crying stopped when he bent down and picked up little Katie. Her hair that was once bright blonde and shoulder length was still just as bright, but now only to the bottom of her chubby baby cheeks. She stared at him as he held her in his coat. Her eyes were still just as blue, and, ironically enough, still filled with tears. It looked as if she was trying to take it all in as she examined any aspect of her body she could see. The two of them simply stood there in silence as Katie tried to comprehend what had just happened and Mike tried to quickly figure out what he was going to do.

What would he tell her parents? What would he tell his parents? How could he finish Christmas with the woman he loved no more than two-years old? He knew he had to figure something out, and he had to do it quick. He began to wonder how permanent this strange wonder was. She had wished to be a kid again for the holidays. Maybe it would end after Christmas. Yes! That was it, she would turn back after Christmas! He decided the best thing to do would be to return home. There was no way either of their parents would find out if he went back to their house in the small college town. He pondered what story he would tell her parents when he was interrupted by a strange feeling. His shirt was wet, and warm, and the feeling seemed to be spreading. At first he feared that he too was turning into a baby just as Katie did, but then he realized what had happened. Katie had just wet herself.

Katie had lost control of her bodily functions. She was only a baby after all. He examined her face to see if she knew what she had done, but she seemed completely unaware. He hoped that maybe she was still a smart young woman inside that adorable baby head. “Katie...” She turned and looked at him, her eyes grew wide. “Katie! Can you understand me?”

She smiled and squealed a little baby squeal as she quickly said a bunch of baby jargon. ?Oh no!’ she thought to herself, ?I can understand him, but I can’t remember how to talk! Maybe if I say it slowly I can get it...’ A puzzled looked was on her face as she tried to slow her undeveloped mouth muscles down in an attempt to actually say something comprehendible. She had little luck as all she was able to say was, “Emk” instead of her lover’s name.

Mike hated to interrupt her, and he couldn’t believe what he was about to say. “Katie. We need to get you in some diapers and some clothes that fit.” She fell silent and thought about what he just said.

?Did he just say diapers?!’ Mike saw the look on her face and knew what she was thinking.

“Honey...” he started, “You just peed all over me...” She put her little foot against his wet shirt and couldn’t believe it.

?Oh my god, I really am a little baby again!’ At first it seemed really horrible. She started to cry again as she thought about the life she was leaving behind. She couldn’t finish college as a baby; she couldn’t even hold her bassoon anymore. How was she ever going to be a famous musician if she couldn’t even use the toilet? As Mike held her in his big, strong arms though, she started to feel really safe and stopped crying. He loved her, and for some reason that made her feel like everything was just fine. Mike patted her back as he picked up her clothes and went back towards their car. He wrapped her white sweater around her body and arranged the rest of her clothes into a sort of barrier on the floor of the passenger seat to keep her protected as he drove. She felt really cozy in the sweater and found that ride in the car to be a lot of fun.

Meanwhile Mike was trying desperately to find a place that was open on Christmas Eve. He drove by Wal-Mart only to discover that it was closed. ?I thought they never closed!’ he thought to himself with frustration. He was worried if he didn’t find some diapers soon he’d be cleaning up a more unfortunate baby mess in his car. Finally he found a Walgreens that was still open. He quickly grabbed Katie and ran inside. With great haste he made his way to the diaper isle. It was kind of funny because he always figured when he and Katie had kids he’d be going to buy diapers for her, and now he was literately buying diapers for her. After looking at a few sizes and a few styles he grabbed a small package of Luvs and a bottle of baby powder.

?Oh god,’ she thought to herself as he carried her towards the back. It had been almost twenty years since she was last in diapers. She was cold however, and figured the diaper would at least give her some protection from the cold that seemed to be following her everywhere. She also had never realized how big everything was to a baby. As Mike walked through the isles she looked over at the package of diapers in his hand. The package was almost as big as her.

He took his baby to the bathroom in the back. He had never needed to use the Koala-Care baby changer before, but now he was thankful for it. He set her down on the table and tore open the package. The diapers smelled really good just like baby diapers always did. She braced herself as he laid her down and lifted up her feet. She felt the thick diaper underneath her as he powdered her nether-regions. The smell of diapers and baby powder filled her nose and actually made her relax a little bit. It had never occurred to her how good a fresh diaper and powdering really smelled. He lifted the front of the diaper up over her crotch and taped the edges on.

The diaper felt really bulky on her, in fact, the bulk forced her legs to be a little further apart than she thought it would have. It crinkled as she moved making her feel very babyish indeed. He picked her up and took her to the mirror. She couldn’t believe what stared back at her. People had always said she was a cute kid, but nothing ever would have prepared her for the shock she received as she looked at her regressed self in the mirror. She was adorable! Especially in the diaper Mike had picked out. She smiled and giggled as she watched herself. ?Ya know, this really isn’t so bad,’ she thought to herself as she watched Mike pick up the diapering supplies. He grabbed her and they went back into the store. He walked with her back down the baby isle. He grabbed some baby clothes and a pacifier he spotted and went to the front of the store to buy all the goodies.

The clerk made a joke about last minute shopping but Mike was in far too much of a hurry to talk. He just wanted to get on the road. Everything would be better in the morning. If he kept saying it he thought it would be true. He decided to just tell her parents she was sick and couldn’t talk. That would probably buy him enough time Christmas was over. He put her in the car again and started driving back to their home as fast as he could. He couldn’t help but smile when he looked down at Katie though. She was so small and helpless, yet she seemed to be the happiest she had ever been. She looked as if a gigantic burden had been lifter off her shoulders. The years that melted off of her seemed to have taken her troubles with them. He drove for about an hour, looking down at Katie every couple of seconds to make sure she was okay. Then something happened.

Suddenly Katie felt something completely indescribable. At first it just felt like the back of her diaper was getting heavier, but then she felt it smearing against her little butt cheeks. It was warm and sticky and it felt kind of solid, but not quite. It didn’t take her long to figure out what had happened. ?I...I...I just pooped my diaper! I didn’t even feel like I had to go!’ She thought to herself as she squirmed in place. Her squirming just seemed to shift it around more in her diaper. ?It actually feels kind of good...’ She couldn’t believe what she was thinking, but she actually sort of liked the warm, squishy feeling all over her butt. It didn’t take long before Mike could smell her little mess and pulled the car over to change her diaper.

“Katie,” he started, “I never thought I’d ever be changing your diapers.” He laughed a little as Katie squirmed in place with a smile on her face. “You really made a big mess in this one!” He regretted not buying baby wipes as he folded up the diaper and cleaned her up the best he could. After she was powdered up and changed again she was starting to feel pretty tired. Her little eye-lids were getting heavier and heavier. He rocked her in his arms as she dozed off to sleep. “Sleep well Katie. Tomorrow you’ll have the Christmas you wished for...”

Despite the fact that she woke up with a wet diaper, she actually did enjoy herself the next day. Mike managed to find a few toys to give her for Christmas. He called her parents and explained she had gotten very sick and was too tired to talk on the phone. They wanted to come out to see her, but he finally convinced them that she was far too contagious. Mike gave her a teddy bear, a dolly, and a little plastic zoo set for Christmas. She played with them non-stop until that evening when she and Mike watched Christmas movies on the Disney channel. It was a Christmas unlike any other for her. She laughed and played, and, for the first Christmas in many years, had a lot of fun. She fell asleep that night while she cuddled with Mike and her teddy bear. When she woke up the next morning she found a torn diaper and sleeper under her normal sized body. During the night she had returned to her rightful age and nearly shredded her baby attire in the process. After she thought about everything that had happened she wondered if it was a dream. As she looked at her teddy bear she knew it had all been real. She kissed her sleeping boyfriend and whispered into this ear, “This was the best Christmas ever...”

 

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