If we wished that the lamp make us the same age, I might be bigger than you. I might not be bigger than you now, but I bet that I was a little bigger than you were when you were a year old. You wouldn’t have to worry about hurting me then!”
Ron frowned slightly, feeling trapped. He had the distinct impression that he’d be sharing a playpen with Deedee in the near future. Ron wasn’t quite as enthusiastic about being diapered as Deedee was. He was curious about how it would feel to be a baby, but he didn’t have as strong a desire to return to babyhood as Deedee had. Unless he put his foot down and told her that he absolutely wouldn’t, she would find a means to get her way with him. He might be able to put it off for a few weeks, but in the end, he was going to have to try it to please her. She wouldn’t nag or try to convince him, rather she’d bring it up casually and get a hurt look on her face each time he refused.
