Arriving home, Jessica went straight up to her room. It was just as she remembered it. No changing table, no crib. That was a relief. It was not, however, devoid of diapers. There were two in her purse, which she took out and threw under her bed.
Slightly ashamed of what she had done, and still a little nervous that Mrs Roberts might have seen them in her purse before she’d gotten it completely zipped, she decided to block the incident from her mind. School was out for the summer; there was a lot of fun to be had this summer.
Jessica decided the best thing she could do was go to bed. With any luck, her mind would be a little clearer tomorrow. She undressed, put on a summer nightgown, and lay down to go to sleep. “Everything will be better tomorrow,” Jessica told herself.
Whether or not that was true would remain to be seen. She drifted off to sleep and her thumb drifted comfortably back into her mouth as she slipped into the land of dreams.
Like when she fell asleep at the Roberts’, her dreams began with a series of incoherent images such as tigers playing banjos that gave way to a more sensible story, even if Jessica’s conscious mind couldn’t necessarily make sense of it.
This time, it was as if she were filming a movie. The “camera” suddenly zoomed around her room like a homing device set on a “diaper.” As if it were possible, her dream was even stranger than the one from the past afternoon. Whatever she was seeing through her eyes, diapers were falling and being attached to her hands as if they were magnetic.
The next thing she saw was the sheet fly off from on top of her. She was about to be diapered. But this time it was to her grown body, and not some strange mixture of her mind encased in a real baby’s body.
