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"Come on, Shelly," Britney giggled. "You promised."

"Nooo," Shelly whined from inside the changing room, pouting as she stared at her reflection. "Come on, can't I do something else?"

"Sure," her friend told her. "If you want to be a chicken, and back out on your dare."

Shelly grumbled, stomping her foot in protest, then opened up the door. "Oh, my God!" Britney giggled, taking in the sight before rushing into the tiny room and scooping the smaller girl up into her arms. "You're so precious!"

"No, I'm not," Shelly huffed, trying to squirm free of Britney's grip. "This is dumb! This is my last Halloween at college, I want to wear something sexy, not... this!" She gestured at the outfit in disgust. When Britney had dared her to dress up as a little girl, she'd thought it would at least a costume version of it, maybe with a short babydoll dress, something she could do something with... The top was pink, covered in frills and lace, with puffy sleeves, and the skirt was little better, ruffled and just as lacy. "I-I think these are actual kids' clothes!"

The thought was horrifying in its own way... She was a college senior! She shouldn't be able to fit into something made for a little girl, at best, if not a toddler! And yet, here she was, in the middle of a thrift store, wearing something that she couldn't imagine having been bought for anyone over the age of seven, if she was being generous.

"Of course they are," Britney smirked. "I want this to be nice and authentic!"

She wasn't lying, nor was she finished there... On the day of the Halloween party, Britney surprised her with one last piece of the costume, tossing a package of kids' panties onto her bed, complete with ribbons and cartoon characters. "Britney!" Shelly gasped. "Nobody's even going to see those!"

"I don't know," Britney teased. "That skirt's a bit short, and you know how you get when you're drunk... In fact, I think I'd better do this." Britney took a pair out of the pack, writing Shelly's name on the tag, like she might with an actual child. "Just in case you lose them," she winked.

Reluctantly, Shelly put them on, along with the outfit they'd bought, and Britney topped it all off by putting her hair into pigtails, which, combined with refusing to let Shelly wear her usual padded bra, really ensured the costume looked perfectly natural.

"Britney!" Shelly blushed, looking at herself. "I look like I should be going to the daycare, not the Halloween party!"

"The way you've been acting, it seems like you belong there more, too," Britney chuckled. "Maybe I should drop you off..."

"No!" Shelly shook her head, pigtails bumping against her shoulders in a way that instantly took her back to her childhood, making her feel small and helpless. "I-I mean, they'd know I didn't belong anyway, but..."

"Calm down," Britney smiled. "I'm only joking..."

It didn't necessarily feel that way, though perhaps that was because the idea had been put into her mind. As they walked across campus, Shelly in her little girl outfit, Britney dressed as a sexy nurse, her dress barely covering her cleavage, or her panties - which Shelly could see were decidedly not the same childish ones she'd been put into - it was increasingly difficult to recall that she was, in fact, a full year and a half older than her friend.

That was, probably, what led her to immediately made a bee-line for the drinks as soon as she got there, needing something to soothe her nerves, make her feel a tiny bit better about what she'd gotten stuck wearing for her final Halloween at school. She'd already polished a couple off, and was feeling somewhat tipsy from them, when she ran into him.

"O-Oh!" her eyes widened at the sight of him, her hands automatically moving to her pigtails, a nervous tick from when her mother had regularly made her wear her hair like that. "H-Hi."

She'd had a crush on Cory since they'd started college... Before, actually, as she'd happened to tour the campus the same day as him, seeing him across the orientation room, assuming he must be a student there already, volunteering to help out, which made it all the more surprising when she discovered he was the same age as her. He looked so big, so strong... She'd always been too intimidated to talk to him, to find out if he even knew she existed... This was going to be one of her last chances, however, and, as silly as she felt in this costume, she had enough of a buzz to decide she needed to take advantage of it.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, her cheeks burning as he knelt down, like he might if he were talking to an actual child, her resolve almost instantly tanking.

"Umm..." she glanced around the room. "P-Party?"

He smiled, making her heart melt a touch. "Yes," he nodded. "That's what this is... But I don't think this is where you belong, is it?" He held out his hand, Shelly's eyes widening. What was he saying? Was he inviting her back to his room?! It was something of a leap, though, on the other hand, she couldn't figure out what else he might be talking about... And she couldn't resist reaching out, swallowing a squeal as his larger hand folded around hers.

She was so wrapped up in fantasizing about what could happen that she didn't pay attention to what was, not until she saw the campus daycare approaching. She gulped, squirmed, telling herself that was a coincidence, that he couldn't possibly be leading her there... And yet, he kept following the path to it, getting closer and closer...

"N-No!" she shook her head, trying to pull free of his grip. 

"It's all right," he said gently, not letting go. "I know you want to have fun with us big kids, but you aren't quite ready for that. I'm sure they're worried about you here anyway."

"N-No!" she repeated. "I-I don't go here! I-I AM a big kid!"

All it took was one look downwards from Cory to show her that wasn't the case, to make her notice the warm sensation in her childish underwear. Her eyes widened as she followed his gaze downwards, seeing that, in her panic, and helped along by the drink she'd had, she'd had an accident. Mortified, she tugged at her skirt with her free hand, not knowing what else to do, trying to tell him that she didn't normally do this, that she wasn't a little girl... But certainly not wanting him to know who she really was anymore.

In a way, it was a relief when he opened the door, a pleasant looking young woman greeting them, taking Shelly off his hands. Shelly stared down at her feet silently, waiting for Cory to leave, hoping he'd do so before the woman told him what should have been obvious, that Shelly was a grown woman, only a few years younger than her, seemingly... Instead, the woman said, "Hello, there, dear... My name is Miss Lila. Why don't you come with me and I can help you with that little accident?"

Shelly peered over, saw Cory's feet still standing there, and didn't have the guts to do anything more than nod, and let herself be led away, into the daycare. "Bye!" he waved. "Happy Halloween!"

As she walked along beside Lila, Shelly attempted to come up with an explanation, an excuse for why she was there, why she was dressed this way, why she'd peed her pants... She hadn't come up with one by the time Lila came to a stop, giving Shelly a chance to look up and see where they were and squeak out a shocked, "Th-That's a diaper!"

"Yes, it is!" Miss Lila clapped. "Good job! I know you're probably a little too old for them, but these are the rules here. You like to follow the rules, don't you?"

"Y-Yeah," Shelly nodded, without thinking, before correcting herself. "B-But I don't need that! I-I shouldn't be here! I'm a big girl!"

"Don't be silly," Lila told her, kneeling down and starting to tug Shelly's skirt down, easily slipping it out of the girl's grasping hands, revealing her soggy, cartoon panties beneath. "You're right where you belong. What's your name, dear?"

Shelly didn't want to tell the truth, didn't want to use her real name in this place, but she was feeling too flustered to come up with an alternative... And, before she could push through, her panties were being pulled down, too, letting Lila see the name printed inside. "Shelly, huh?" she asked.

Hearing her name out of the daycare worker's lips sent a shock through Shelly's spine, nearly as much as having her underwear taken down. "Y-Yes, ma'am," she admitted.

"That's a very pretty name," Lila smiled. "Now, up you go, Shelly!" Shelly gasped as she was lifted up, set down on the diaper, sitting open and waiting on the changing table. She whimpered, squirming in place, feeling the bulky padding beneath her, smelling the sweet scent of baby powder as it was puffed onto her. In no time, as if this were all perfectly normal, as if Lila were used to doing this - which she was, no doubt, though surely usually only to real babies - the diaper was tugged up between her legs, taped snug around her bottom.

"I-It's so big!" she couldn't help giving it a pat, squeaking as a pacifier was pushed between her lips.

"It's just right for a big girl like you," Miss Lila lifted her down, sending her away from the changing table. "Why don't you go pick out something to play with while I put these in the washer?"

"I-I don't wanna play with anything!" Shelly insisted, pulling frantically on the lace-ringed hem of her shirt, trying in vain to make it long enough to cover the huge diaper around her waist. "This is all for babies!" But Lila had already vanished, leaving her all alone.

It was good, she thought, that nobody else was here... Honestly, she was surprised the daycare was open this late at all, though she could see how it might be useful for students who had to work in the evenings. Today, however, everyone must be out trick-or-treating, which meant she didn't have to spend her time around actual children... It also meant, on the other hand, that Lila's attention was solely on her when she returned.

"Come on!" the woman encouraged her. "Look, there are lots of toys over here... Why don't we see what's there?" She took ahold of Shelly's hand, leading her to a corner of the room, making her kneel down in front of one of the many boxes of toys. "I'm sure there's something in there you'll like!"

"Nuh-uh!" Shelly sulked.

"Just take a look," Lila urged. Shelly pouted at her, but the woman waved her on. Shelly sighed, seeing that she wasn't going to make any headway... She also wasn't going anywhere until her own clothes were dry. There was no way she was walking back to her dorm room, much less the party, like this! Reluctantly, she peered into the box, rustling through it.

"Well, this is cute," she admitted, pulling a toy out. "Oh, and so is this... And this..." Lila smiled, happy to take the toys from her, holding them as Shelly dug deeper and deeper, until she finally reached the bottom, shocked at how many things she'd picked out. Miss Lila arranged them for her, letting her toddle over, plopping down on her padded backside. She hadn't really said that she wanted to play with them, of course, just that they were cute... Now, however, sitting there and staring at them, with nothing else to do...

At first, it was a way to pass the time, and that was all, but it wasn't long before she found herself engrossed in it, enthralled, giggling at herself as she made up storylines for the dolls. She was so wrapped up in it, in fact, that when Miss Lila approached her with a fresh diaper, she had no idea why. "What's that for?" she mumbled around her pacifier.

"You need a change, silly," the woman chuckled.

"No, I don't," Shelly shook her head. "I don't use my diapers... I-I mean, I don't wear diapers, so..." But a squeeze of her padding from the worker proved to her that, in this case, she did. She squirmed, face red, feeling the cool squishiness of the padding, realizing what it meant, what she'd done, without thinking... She stayed silent through her diaper change, her worries quickly forgotten once she was allowed to go back to playing.

Her next rude awakening wasn't quite as abrupt, though it was nearly as shocking. As Miss Lila joined in on her game, Shelly noticed the woman was leaning on something, and glanced around to see that she was now surrounded by bars. "W-Wait," she frowned. "Wh-Why am I in a playpen?"

"Don't you remember?" Miss Lila asked. "I went to check on your clothes, so I put this up so you wouldn't go anywhere."

Shelly did vaguely recall the first part, although, apparently, she had been so into her game, she hadn't noticed the second. How long had she been sitting there, playing with these baby toys, inside of a playpen?! She sniffled, shaking her head once more. "No," she protested. "No, this isn't right... I'm not a baby! I'm s'posed to be in school, not daycare!"

"Oh, you are?" Miss Lila raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that, Shelly?"

"Yes!" Shelly declared. "I'm a big girl!"

"We can give that a try, sweetie," Lila told her, stroking her hair. "I bet you'd fit into some of the preschool uniforms... I'm sure they have at least one little enough for you."

Shelly pouted behind her pacifier, shocked to notice that the shield was moving slightly, that she was sucking on it, and probably had been for quite a while. She was a college senior! She should be worrying about the uniforms being too small for her, not too big! But Miss Lila was right, and she did fit into the outfit perfectly. It felt right, sliding into the desk, even if the slickness of her diaper's plastic on the seat, and the crinkling sound it made, did make it difficult for her to feel as grown up as she should.

Miss Lila set a worksheet on the desk in front of Shelly, telling her to fill it out while she went to check the laundry again. Shelly stared down at it, wrinkling her nose. It was so easy, so boring... It was insulting that she was even being asked to do it! She slid open the desk's drawer to search for a pencil, determined to muddle through it, to prove she was a big girl, when she saw something else there.

Bubbles! A tube of bubbles, with a wand inside! She giggled as she picked it up, remembering how much she'd loved them as a kid. It wouldn't take much time at all to do the worksheet... And she'd already spent so much of her evening playing with things far more babyish than this... So why not? 

She slid out of her seat, opening up the tube, giving the wand a blow, smiling as she watched the bubbles begin to float around her. She blew more and more, getting caught up in seeing them bob and pop, barely registering her body slowly lowering itself, squatting down, starting to push...

It wasn't until she heard the rustle of her diaper that she noticed the warm mush filling it, weighing it down, making it expand around her, and by then it was too late. Try as she might, she couldn't make it stop, leaving her helplessly squatting in the middle of a preschool classroom, pooping her Pampers, her worksheet sitting on the desk above her, completely undone, proving how much she didn't belong here, how much she deserved to be in the daycare instead.

She had absolutely nothing to say in her defense when Miss Lila returned, and the woman didn't have to speak a word, either. She held out her hand, and Shelly meekly stumbled to her feet to take it, toddling with her out of the room, back to the changing table. She opened her mouth to protest when she saw Lila adding a booster to the diaper she was changing her into, making it even thicker than any of the others she'd been in... But, after what she'd just done, and all of her other accidents, she knew she didn't have any room to talk.

"I think you'd better get to bed, Shelly," Lila cooed, putting the girl into a yellow, footed sleeper over the huge diaper.

"I-I'm not sleepy," Shelly whined, only succeeding in making herself sound like more of a baby. Glancing at the clock, she had no doubt the Halloween party across campus was just getting started, yet here she was, getting tucked into a crib, wearing a diaper, one she'd very much earned.

For as much as she'd protested her costume, it was almost scary how quickly she'd fallen into character... What did that mean about her? Was she really still just a little girl, deep down? Had she gotten more drunk than she'd realized off of that drink? Or was this daycare doing something to her, making her into more of a baby? The last seemed far-fetched... But it was Halloween, and if that was the case... Well, at least she wasn't to blame for her actions.

"I-I wanna go home," she sniffed to Lila from behind her crib bars.

"I'm sure your Mommy or Daddy will be by to pick you up soon enough," Miss Lila assured her. "Until then, I'll keep you safe, Shelly."

"B-But..." Shelly shifted under her covers, diaper crinkling. Nobody was coming for her... Cory thought she belonged here, and Britney had no idea she was here... And, thanks to the lack of pockets in her costume, and Lila's insistence that her costume was of a little girl too small to carry a purse, she didn't have her phone with her to call her friend, or anyone else. "Wh-What if they forget about me?"

Miss Lila grinned. "Then I guess you'll just have to stay with me forever."

Shelly sucked harder on her paci, hoping that was a joke, though there was a part of her that worried if she went to sleep here, she was going to wake up as a real toddler... She needed to call Britney, no matter how humiliating it would be to let the other girl see her this way... But her brain was feeling too fuzzy to allow her to recall her friend's phone number. She never had to; she always had her phone with her.

She wriggled out from under her covers, though she couldn't make herself go any further than that. The bars of the crib looked so tall, and she felt so tiny... And, even if she climbed out, Miss Lila would see her before she could get out of the daycare. She clung to the bars, sucking harder and harder on her pacifier, hoping she was imagining the warmth trickling through her diaper...

She didn't want to fall asleep, didn't want to wake up the next morning, surrounded by real babies, whether she, somehow, physically was one herself or not. She'd definitely feel like she was, as she struggled to remember Britney's phone number, had her friend come by and pick her up, no doubt finding her still in diapers, quite possibly soggy... If not something worse, by the time Shelly managed to get a hold of her. She shuddered, remembering how humiliating it had been filling her diaper, hoping that wasn't going to happen again, knowing that she had to accept the possibility that it might... And, if her timing was particularly bad, and Britney saw her like that, she'd never let her live it down.

In a way, it might almost be better if there was something else going on, if she were being enchanted into a toddler... Then, at least, it would be perfectly normal for her to be seen that way, to be dressed up in those ridiculous baby clothes, and diapers, and using the latter... Either way, she was confident the only method to avoid those fates would be to produce Britney's phone number now, and convince Miss Lila to call it, pray that her friend answered, and didn't think it was a prank... The longer and harder she thought, however, the more worn out she felt from her evening, and the heavier her eyelids got, as the minutes slowly ticked by, taunting her, telling her that there was no way she was going to stay awake until morning...