Joan was walking towards the park and looking around. They encountered an older lady from the neighboring house. To her utter surprise, the lady wasn’t surprised at all by Skyle and two children. Joan wasn’t able to understand it; she had to recognize Alice and never saw Skyle. It had to be like magic. Skyle talked with the lady as if they knew each other for long. Alice kept smiling and Joan tried to do the same.

Suddenly Joan didn’t worry at all and she kept watching the surroundings. All sad feelings had gone and Joan could see the beautiful colored leaves on the trees. They came to the playground, Skyle let go of their hands and Alice pointed at the bushes: “Mommy, mommy, look at the bushes,” she set off and ran towards the bushes. Joan followed her and they stopped in front of the dwarf. He smiled at both girls:

“Alice, Joan, I’m glad to see you like this. Joan, how do you like being little?”
Joan hesitated a few seconds; she had to admit that she felt better indeed: “I … I … like it,” she stuttered and blushed.
“It’s very good. If you spend several days in this condition, your attitude changes, and your worries disappear.”

He disappeared as if he dispelled in the air. Alice turned to Joan: “Let’s play now.” They headed to the sandbox, sat down, and joined other little people there. Joan was a little taken aback, but she somehow liked playing with Alice. There were no duties for her and Skyle was ready to take care of their needs.

About an hour later Skyle called both girls and gave them juice in the baby bottles. It was simpler than sippy cups. Alice and Joan took the bottles and drank quickly; they were thirsty already. Joan finished the bottle, gave it back to Skyle, and at the same moment, she felt her pee coming out. The diaper between her legs got heavy and dropped down. She realized that a change is urgent even if it had to be done here in public:

“Skyle, I’m all wet,” she blushed. Skyle stroked her head and smiled: “No problem, sweetheart. Lie down on the bench.” Joan lay down hesitantly and kept looking around if somebody is watching her. However, nobody looked at her. Skyle pulled down her tights, removed the wet garment, wiped her, and put a clean diaper on her. Joan was surprised again; it had been easier than she was able to imagine.

Alice was sitting at the sandbox and playing and Joan hurried up to her. They were alone and Joan got an opportunity to ask Alice a few questions about the diapers. Several toddlers of Alice’s age were potty-trained, at least partially:

“Alice, I’ve just wet myself when I finished the bottle and I didn’t feel the urge at all. Do you feel when you have to pee?”
Alice looked at her; she was surprised by the question. What does her mommy want to know? She sometimes felt the urge and tried to hold her pee, but it was quite a difficult task: “Mommy, I don’t; I feel the diaper getting wet and can’t stop it,” she tried to look away. Joan realized Alice was lying to her, but she didn’t want to let her know. Instead, she continued:

“Don’t you mind changing your diapers in public?” Alice shrugged: “Why? If Skyle thinks it’s necessary, I don’t mind it, but I want her to hurry up so I can play again.” And Joan realized Alice didn’t have any feeling of shame yet. Joan, on the other hand, was an adult in a toddler body and she considered it embarrassing. All of sudden she envied Alice her carefreedom.

Joan wanted to use her opportunity and asked Alice the final question: “Alice, you rarely come and ask for a change. Don’t you mind being in wet or messy diapers?” The little girl looked away again and didn’t answer. She somehow liked the feeling, but she knew she couldn’t admit it. Joan didn’t insist and she decided to start playing again. She realized that potty-training Alice would be a long-run task.

Alice stood up and turned to Joan: “Let’s collect the leaves, mommy; they are wonderful. We can take them home and make a park around the dollhouse.” Joan considered the idea a little silly, but she nodded and followed Alice. They collected a few leaves and brought them to Skyle. She put them into the bag and took the girls to their hands. It was time to go home and have lunch.

While walking Joan felt an urge to poop. She tried to hold it and ask Skyle to remove her diaper and sit her on a potty later. Joan had purchased a potty earlier and she tried to potty-train Alice. It was a waste of money, but the potty was still in a cabinet in the bathroom. Unfortunately, the urge was growing and with every single step, she had to clench her muscles harder to hold her poo. Halfway to the house, the muscles betrayed her, she stopped and filled her diaper. The rest of the way was a challenge; Joan was waddling and keeping her legs apart as much as possible.

At home, Skyle hurried up and strapped Joan down to the changing table. This time Joan didn’t try to protect herself and waited patiently until Skyle cleaned her. She closed her eyes and daydreamed; she didn’t consider the changing that bad anymore. Meanwhile, Alice was standing and watching them. When Skyle finished changing Joan, she lifted Alice and changed her as well. Both girls took the collected leaves and ran to Alice’s room where they arranged a beautiful autumn park around Alice’s dollhouse. Joan looked at the scene and got a strange feeling of comfort. Alice took three dolls and put them onto the leaves: “Mommy, it’s us.” Joan smiled at her and hugged her.

Skyle came and called the girls to lunch. Both were quite hungry already and ate everything. After lunch, Skyle wanted to put them into their cribs, but Alice asked her if they could stay together. Joan and Skyle were a bit surprised, but Skyle nodded.

As soon as Skyle left the room, Alice turned to Joan and hugged her tightly: “Mommy, I love you very much and I’m glad you are that little. It is fun.” Joan hugged Alice back and a small tear appeared in her eye: “I love you too, my little Alice.” She realized it was fun indeed. They were tired and fell asleep almost immediately. Skyle peeked into the room, watched the two toddlers hugging each other, and smiled; her plan seemed to be working.