Elladan can feel a euphoria take control. As the feeling intensifies, he is filled with a warm, pleasant, feeling. His mind goes blank and is replaced with nothing but juvenile happiness. He is suddenly happy. Not caring as much about his privacy, he simply lets her continue. He even starts cooing a bit.

Nana turns him onto his tummy . She is rubbing him down with the oil, now smelling of wisteria. His mind is filled with the scents of it, as he gradually loses bodily function. This time a warm euphoria spreads within him that in no wise detracts from the cool one. Both act to bring his mind to a simple place. A huge burden lifts. Elladan begins to feel more infantile, and is gradually even losing his thoughts to what ever magic the oils are working on his state of being.

He realizes he is back on his back. He gets it back for a bit. He is back on his back, but isn’t blushing any more. He simply wiggles there, cooing. Numbly, he tries to stop these actions.

Nana tickles him gently in his ribs. “You are such a sweet baby.” She kisses him gently as she lifts him by the ankles. She then sets a thick, night-time diaper beneath him, and sets him on it. Nana then liberally powders him, before pulling the front up and pinning the diaper securely. She then stands Elladan up on the ground by the changing table.

The worst of it is over for Nana. Elladan regains himself, just as he is set down. “What’s going on?”

Nana takes a soft powder blue pair of lined rumba panties and hold them out. “Step in, Baby.”

He steps in, unable to disobey a direct command. “Answer me!”

Nana replies, “ I am just dressing baby for her flight.”

“Her flight? I’m no girl!” He blushes as she continues.

Nana then picks up a matching dress, and walks over to him. “Now lift you arms, sweetie.” He complies, still trying to argue with her.