Adults Behaving Badly - Part 1 (Patreon)

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Parents are there to look after their children, to ensure that they behave well, to discipline them when needed, to teach them the correct way to behave. But what about adults? When they misbehave, who is there to teach them? Perhaps if they're at work, their boss might step in, or if they do anything truly bad, the police could, however, there are smaller crimes, ones that slip past... Especially when the ones being mistreated are just children themselves, who have no authority, no power...

Luckily, whether they know it or not - and most of them don't - there is someone on their side. There is some debate over what they are, if they're fairies, or witches, or some other kind of magical being... All that it really known is they take the form of children themselves - maybe they truly are children, wise beyond their years - blending in, always watching...

Take, for example, the case of Amber. She was a blogger, a very opinionated young woman, who felt the need to inform everyone else of those opinions, and force them to agree. If she had stuck with the readers of her blog, then, maybe, she'd still be writing it today...

Instead, on a shopping trip, she came across a young girl, wearing a frilly, pink dress, in the toy aisle. At first, Amber walked past, not paying attention... Then, she saw which toys the girl was looking at. Disgusted, Amber surveyed the aisle, searching for the girl's parents; when she saw only another child, also on her own, at the other end, she decided to talk to the girl directly.

"You don't want that," she said, snatching the doll away from her, hanging it back up.

The girl stared up at her with big eyes, filling with tears. "B-But..." she pouted, staring at the box that had just been taken away from her, that Amber was now standing in front of, blocking her from grabbing it back.

Amber sighed, shaking her head. "You don't have to play with these," she told her. "Disney Princesses are toxic... They're just teaching you that your beauty is your most important aspect, that you need some man to come rescue you, that you have to..."

She had plenty more to say on the subject - she'd barely even gotten started. That wasn't the reason she stopped talking... The pacifier that appeared from out of nowhere was. She frowned, confused at the sensation of suddenly having something between her teeth, filling her mouth. That wasn't the only thing that had happened... She let out a yelp into the pacifier, feeling an invisible force yank at her hair, pulling it into two, small ponytails, set high on her head, held in place with pink scrunchies.

Under her pants, another change was happening, her cotton panties thickening, transforming, swelling outwards. When she looked down, she saw that her shirt had morphed, turning pink as well, the band logo that had adorned it only moments earlier becoming the dreaded Disney Princesses she'd just been railing against. She gasped, grabbing at it, although she couldn't take it off, seeing as she had nothing else under it.

Suddenly, her jeans vanished, revealing what her underwear had turned into. She turned bright red, her hands shooting to her crotch, trying to keep the little girl she'd just been lecturing from seeing that she was wearing a pair of Disney Princess Pull-Ups, ones that matched her new shirt quite well. She had enough time to squirm, and wonder how this was happening, before she was gone, giving the little girl the chance to pick out her new doll before her Mommy returned.

As for Amber, the next thing she knew, she was sitting in a nursery, decked out in pink, with fantasy castles and Disney characters everywhere, a girly nightmare. To make matters worse, a woman stepped into the room, one who towered over her, looking like a giant... Or, was Amber tiny? It was hard to tell, and, in the end, the result was the same.

"Oh, sweetie," the woman shook her head. "Another accident? You know what that means..." Amber shook her head, trying to explain that she hadn't done anything - only to squirm, and realize, somehow, she had, that her training pants were wet - that she didn't belong here anyway, that she didn't want the bright pink diapers the woman was preparing on the changing table above her. All the woman said in reply was, "I know you like your Pull-Ups, honey, but you just aren't ready yet... Don't worry, though, your Princesses are on your shirt... And the rest of your clothes... They'll always be with you..."