He was a deer in the headlights, standing there in the red haired girl’s bedroom, with his mouth hanging open in complete shock. Had he really heard what she said? Had she really told him that her room was full of diapers, that the nursery he had seen was real…that the diapers belonged to her…and that he could wear them too?

“Cat got your tongue?” She asked, breaking him out of his trance.

“Whaaaa what is this? Am I dreaming?” he asked.

“No, you’re not dreaming, you’re here, in my room…you saw it as a nursery with a crib and a changing table…and diapers…lots and lots of diapers, and what you saw was real.” She replied.

“How….how….how did you do that?” He asked, still in a state of shock.

“Why don’t you sit down” She guided him to the edge of her bed and helped him sit. Then she began her explanation.

“I’m going to tell you some things that may sound crazy to you, but I think you’ll see that I’m telling the truth…after all, you’ve seen some strange stuff already right?” She asked.

“Uh huh” he nodded.

“My mother and I…we’re what you would call…witches.” She began. “That’s not exactly what we are, but it’s the closest way to describe ourselves in a term that you would understand.” She told him.

“Witches?” he asked. “Like with…spells and poison apples…and turning people into toads?” he babbled.

“Not exactly no” she said. “We’re actually from another dimension, and…well in our dimension we develop special abilities, we can manipulate the world around us…what your kind would consider magic.”

“I didn’t drink anything…your mother offered me a drink but I didn’t drink anything right?” He asked. “You didn’t drug me…I’m not on some kind of trip right?”

“No…you’re not….this is real…maybe it will help if I show you again…stand up please?”

He did as she asked and got to his feet.

“Here goes” she said, and with a wave of her hands, the room changed before his eyes.

He found himself standing before her in the nursery he had seen earlier; the wonderful fresh Pamper scent filled his nostrils once again. The bed he had been sitting on was now a crib, and the dresser was a changing table, well stocked with wipes and disposable diapers. The closet to his right was open, and there on the floor was another large orange and white box of Pampers Ultra Size Large diapers. Unlike the box by the trash on the curb, this box was full of perfect fresh diapers. Just seeing the box got his urges going.

“Taaa daaaa” she said, breaking him out of his daze.

“It’s…It’s real?” he asked, looking around the room in shock.

“It’s real…go ahead, touch anything…touch the diapers…you know you want to” she said.

He walked to the changing table and put his hand on the first stack of diapers in the shelf beneath the table top. He felt the plastic on his finger tips. He picked up a diaper and brought it to his nose, inhaled its fresh scent.

The girl giggled behind him. “Love that smell, don’t you?” she asked.

“God yes.” He replied. “This is amazing.”

“You’ve got a million questions I’m sure?” she asked. “Ask me anything, there’s nothing to be afraid of” she told him.

“Well…” He hesitated.

“Go on, it’s ok.” She encouraged him.

“The other night…I was watching…” He blushed. “I was watching your window from my house…I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to…but your light came on and your shade was up and I could see you.”

“I know.” She said with a smile. “I wanted you to see me.”

He blushed. “Well…I also heard you…and your mother…how did I hear you…and she told you it was time to get ready for bed and you both left the room….but she came back, and you didn’t, and she was carrying a little girl…in a diaper.” He told her.

“That little girl was me.” She told him with a smile. “You heard us because I wanted you to.”

He stood staring at her with his mouth open again, lost for words once more.

“We’ve got to do something about your silly expressions.” She told him with a giggle. “My mother and I can manipulate reality…so like turning this room into a nursery, I can turn myself…or anyone else into…well…just about anything…even a 6 year old girl…or even a baby girl for that matter.” She said. Then she did something even more amazing. “Watch” she told him, and waved her arms again.

Before his eyes, she shrank down instantly, becoming the small girl he had seen carried into the room by her mother the other night. Her clothing fell to the floor and she stood naked before him as a little girl.

He turned his head away in embarrassment.

“What’s wrong?” She asked in a squeaky voice.

“You don’t have any clothes on…and well…you’re….”

“About 6 almost 7 years old…in form only.” She said, finishing his sentence. “How else did you think I would fit into these baby diapers…It would be a real stretch as my 16 year old self wouldn’t it? She added.

“So…why 6?” he asked. “Why not become a toddler, or a baby?”