Leslie

Chapter 4
Part 4

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Chapter Description: Leslie's friend Megan finds out that Leslie has a little bit of a potty problem, then reality decides to be sort of a random jerk again. (I made this one long, sorry about the delay folks!)

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Life was pretty much back to normal.

Leslie was on her own, living up life and partying, studying (nobody in school remembered the incident anymore), and just kicking back in her apartment at night.

In her Goodnites.

Okay, so maybe things weren’t “normal” like they had been, but it was better now. Being a bedwetter again was much better than spending time as a baby. She hadn’t particularly enjoyed being a toddler again... But this situation was much better. By far. She had big girl panties in one drawer, nighttime panties under the sink, and that was how it stayed. No going out in something baggy and wearing in secret, no watching tv in them and deciding it wasn’t priority to get up to use the potty, no diapers, no loss of control. It was as she got in to bed, and off first thing in the morning.

On this particular night, her friend Megan was over and they were just kind of chilling... Couple of drinks, a movie, some pizza... Just a relaxing night.

Everything was going just fine, and Leslie was having much more fun than she had in a long long time.

After a couple hours, Megan cleared her throat and spoke, “Well, as much fun as this is, I need to go to bathroom... I’m not feeling so fresh, if you get me.” She chuckled.

“Go for it, and spare me the details next time... I’m sure I would have slept just fine not knowing Aunt Flo was in town,” said Leslie, rolling her eyes.

“Would you expect anything more tasteful from me, Lessie?” Megan said, walking to Leslie’s bathroom; she didn’t see Leslie cringe at the nickname.

“No, I guess not...” laughed Leslie. She called after Megan, “Hey, if you need anything, they’re behind the mirror now, not under the sink anymore!” Leslie prayed the Megan had heard her. She started to get anxious.

Meanwhile, Megan began to change, then realized that she hadn’t brought any feminine products with her... No worry, this wasn’t the first time, and Leslie was okay with Megan bumming a pad or two. She opened the sink (where Leslie had always kept them) and froze.

She’d found pads.

Very cute, absorbant pads.

Leslie watched Megan walk back out around the corner, a slightly strange gait to her now. She looked a little hazy, a little pale...

“Leslie, I’m not feeling very good...” she said weakly.

“What’s wrong, Meg?” Leslie said, concerned.

“I feel sorta dizzy and light-headed...” Meg said, putting one hand to her forehead and one on her crotch.

“Something happen in the bathroom? I’m worried about you, Megan,” Leslie said, getting to her feet.

“Well I found your diapers in there, so I put one on and I was gonna give you a hard time but--” Megan began, before Leslie interrupted her.

“You did what?!” Leslie said with panic in her voice.

Megan leaned against the wall, “It’s okay, I don’t care, it’s whatever... But after that... I started... Started to feel sor-sorta weird... Like I’m dizzy... and I-i-i... I think I made a pee pee in my Goodnite...” Megan started to say, but slowly faded out.

Leslie watched on in horror... Her friend’s pants dropped to the floor and dissolved into the air, the Goodnite became pink on the sides and the butterflies shifted into princesses, her shirt morphed into a camisole, leaving her in just a Pull-up and a tanktop. Then it got weirder; Megan began to shrink... Her hips lost their curvature, her surprisingly large breasts shrank back into her, and her arms and legs and face gaining back fat that they hadn’t seen since she hit puberty... Leslie watched the years and inches just evaporate off of her best friend.

Megan stopped at what Leslie guessed to be 5 years old.

Before Leslie could react appropriately, though, Megan began to cry and Leslie was hit by a wave of new memories...

Babysitting Megan, her mom’s friend’s kid.

Sweet little girl, looked up to her a lot.

Bedtime of 8, wore Goodnites cuz she wasn’t quite pottytrained fully.

“Megan, honey, why are you up? You’re momma will be here to get you in a bit, and she doesn’t like when you’re up this late...” Leslie asked, as if nothing was wrong. She could feel something inside her fighting the viability of this reality; but the dominant part of her thought this was how it always was. The inner-Leslie guessed this was how her mother might feel whenever Leslie shrunk. At least she hoped so.

“I wath thleeping, but I pee peed and it wath cold and groth and now I can’t thleep!” Megan cried. Leslie took her by the hand and walked her back into her room, “Let’s get you changed, Meggy.”

“Lethlie, I wanna be a big girl,” Megan mumbled.

“You’ll get there, Megan. It just takes a little time,” Leslie reassured her shrunken friend.

“But I wanna be like you! You not a baby who thleepth in diaperth! None of my friendth from prethcool pee pee their bedth...” the child continued, sadder than Leslie had ever seen her before, “I’m jutht a little baby.”

Leslie sat her down and sighed.

“Megan, you’re not a baby. You wanna know a secret?” she said, anxious to share her secret with even a little girl. She’d never told anybody when she was 9 years old, she hadn’t told anybody since she came back from the last shift. This was scary to Leslie.

“What’th that?”

“I...” Leslie pointed at Megan’s wet diaper, “I wear these to bed too.” It wasn’t that bad actually.

“What?” Megan’s face lit up, “No way! You a big girl! Big girlth don’t wet their bedth!”

“Wetting your bed doesn’t make you a little kid, honey. It’s just a problem, and it’s not a big deal.” Leslie said with a big smile. The inner-Leslie actually took comfort in these words too...

“Well, will you wear your diaperth with me?” Megan asked.

“I don’t think so, sweetie...” Leslie chuckled, “I’m not very comfy doing that...”

“Then you’re fibbing!” Megan said, tearing up, “I knew I wath a little baby!!”

“No, no! You’re not, and I’m telling the truth! I just started last week again!” Leslie said hurriedly, trying to avoid a fit.

“Then why won’t you wear them? It’ll make me feel better...” at this, Megan pulled out the puppy-dog face.

Leslie thought about it, then sighed.

“One second...” Leslie walked to her restroom and closed the door, Megan beaming and clapping behind her on the bed.

Leslie looked at herself in the mirror, and sighed deeply again. She undid her belt and slid down her pants, exposing her lacy black panties. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, putting on her diapers for a little kid. She had to be crazy. She stepped out of the crumpled up jeans and slid them behind her.

Then she reached down under the sink, removed a folded up Goodnite from its package then laid it on the counter. At this point, she began sliding the panties off, stepping out of them and leaving them there. Then it was the moment of truth: she unfolded the sides of the pull-up, then put her legs through the holes, slowly sliding them up her fit, hairless legs, coming to rest where not 10 seconds ago there were some of the sexiest panties she owned. She let the padding settle between her legs, sheilding her groin in a think cottony comfort. She adjusted the leak-guards with her finger (which she secretly LOVED to do every night) then stepped back and looked at herself in the mirror.

Cute as I’ll ever be, she thought. A nice black v-neck hoodie, a bright pink undershirt, and butterfly adorned diaper.

Inner-Leslie began to orgasm like she hadn’t since she was trapped in a 2 year old body.

Leslie opened her bathroom door, and saw Megan’s face light up.

“See? I’m still a big girl, and I sleep in pull-ups too!” Leslie said, smiling back at the child.

“YAY!” Megan cheered, “I feel better now, Lethlie!”

“Good,” Leslie said and put one foot out of the door.

Inner-Leslie ceased her pleasure, replaced with panic.

NO, she thought, NO! When we step through a door! It happens a lot when I wear a diaper and step through a DOOR! STO---

But it was too late.

Leslie was at eye-level with little Megan, back in 6 year old Leslie’s room, wearing a big pink princess nighty and her matching Pull-ups. Megan was across from her in a large t-shirt, holding the bottom of it to her chest (exposing her Pull-up) and laughing uproariously. Leslie’s mom opened the door.

“Girls, bedtime!” she cheerfully said, “You got your bedtime pants on, both of you?”

“Yes, mommy.” Leslie didn’t fight it anymore. At least she wasn’t 2 again.

“Yeth, Mith Moore.” Megan said with a smile.

“Alrighty, I’ll see you in the morning, girls. If you need me, I’m down the hall.” She shut the door.

“Night night!” the girls called in unison. Leslie walked towards her bed, hearing Megan still chuckling.

“What’s so funny, Meggy?” Leslie asked suspiciously, and froze to look at her friend.

Megan chuckled in that way that naughty little girls do, then smiled widely.

“I didn’t think I could get you to put on a diaper... But I turned you into a little girl too? It’th a good night, Lethlie!!!!”

 

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