“You turned into a baby?” giggled Michelle.
Jen laughed too, “Not quite, I regressed to about a younger age. “I had been thinking about my bedwetting days the day before and that age was my clearest memory of them.” “I was about that age when I had begun to secretly enjoy the feeling of security I got from wearing diapers at night but was still very embarrassed about my problem.” “Bedwetting had made me a very shy girl and I didn’t have too many friends…”
This time Michelle reached across the table and patted Jens’s hand. She looked into her eyes with compassion and understanding. Jen looked back blushing; she felt a strong connection to Michelle and a strong urge to explore it further.
“Anyway,” Jen continued. “I think that’s partially why I like being alone, but more about the diapers.” “As you can guess, I eventually figured out how the regression worked, after a few terrifying experiences and a lot of crying I might add.” “You’re not the only little girl that was ever wet, messy, and alone in a lake house,” Jen said.
Michelle blushed again “I’m so glad you found me,” she said. Jen smiled at her again and continued her story.
“When I first regressed, I was stuck in the diaper with no adult to help me out, after hours of crying and pouting, I fell asleep on the floor.” “I slept for a long time, and when I woke up the next afternoon, I found myself lying on the floor with a wet and messy pamper which had burst open underneath my bottom.” I was too shocked to care about the mess, I was back in my adult body” Jen said with a smile. “So I cleaned myself up, cleaned up the mess, went out to the lake for a swim.” “I began to do the math in my head.” She sipped her coffee. “That was when I discovered that the magic only lasted twenty-four hours.” “Unless of course, you break the spell yourself by using the toilet…or get help.” She added winking at Michelle who blushed again.