Sally smiled as she brought her hand up and placed a finger over the enter key, then she stopped. “Silly mommy, I almost forgot.” Trish couldn’t look away as Sally laughed to herself. “I better get baby diapered first. I don’t want to pry those pants off you any wetter than they already are. Trishy, mommy wants you to remove your clothes.”
Trish was still crying as she started to pull her shirt off. She tried her best to plead with Sally. “Please, I said I don’t want to be an infant. I don’t want this at all. Just let me go! I’m NOT a baby.”
Sally laughed again, “Not a baby? You don’t want this? Look at your pants, adults don’t wet themselves. Don’t worry, soon you’ll be safe. Soon you’ll be free. Then you’ll see how sad your life is right now. You’ll love your thick pampers.”