“It was like I didn’t change anything at all. The settings were just like they were before I changed anything. I got real scared then, like I didn’t even know what was real anymore.”

“Sounds like a pretty bad dream.” Kaya’s mom said as she wrapped her little girl up in a hug.

“You have no idea.” Kaya said, starting to tear up again.

“Well, one thing’s for sure, you probably shouldn’t stay up so late anymore.”

“Yeah…” Kaya said, with a slight giggle.

“Probably, you should take a break on that game for a while too.” Kaya’s mom told her, “I know you just got it, but if it’s caused you this much trouble you should probably stay away from it for a few days.”

“Sounds like a good idea.” Kaya agreed.

“Good, now, let’s go and have dinner.”

With that Kaya’s mom got up and started walking to the door. Kaya did the same but stopped moving when she felt a sudden draft on her thigh. Her hand brushed against it and she noticed it was bare. She was also barefoot, since she felt the carpet under her feet. The shoes were nothing, her parents had probably just taken them off so she’d be comfortable. However…

“Um, Mom… what happened to my pants?”

“Hm…” her mother turned around, “Oh yes, they’re in your hamper. When I came in to check on you, I found you asleep on your table. Your diaper had leaked all over so I took them off when I changed you.”

Suddenly Kaya looked downward and saw, with her own eyes, the diaper taped around her. She saw a tiny little bit of yellow on the front. She turned her head and saw her changing table, right where it had been when she had fallen asleep on it.

“Kaya! Come downstairs!” called her mom, who had long since left the room and gone downstairs. Wearing just her t-shirt and diaper, Kaya did as she was told and went down for some dinner.

 

Kaya sat at the table, wearing only a t-shirt and her diaper, digging into a delicious dinner her father had prepared. He often cooked on the weekends, while mom did it during the week, when dad didn’t get home from work until almost dinner. Kaya’s father was an excellent cook so the food was wonderful. Kaya felt a bit embarrassed, seeing as she was basically eating dinner in her underwear. But nobody made anything out of it, so Kaya quickly stopped bugging herself over it.

Kaya kept out of the conversations. After all the day’s confusion she didn’t feel much like talking. Her mind was still reeling from the events in her bedroom. After all that, Kaya had decided to take her mom’s advice and forget the game for a little while. She thought she would just go with it and live in diaper land for a little while. If this was a dream, she’d wake up soon enough. If it wasn’t, a little time to clear her head would help her realize it.

The dinner conversation revolved mostly around Luke’s mixed success with the toilet. Though he’d had a couple wet diapers, but he’d also made it to the toilet at least twice that day. Once for pooping and once for pee. Kaya listened, but didn’t chime in. She no longer found her brother needing help with the potty to be funny. If anything, it actually made her a little angry. Why was he getting to the toilet when she couldn’t?