The Easter Spirit - Part 3 (Patreon)

"No, mom, I didn't buy an Easter dress," Amy sighed. "This old dress is just fine... We're just going to church. Nobody's going to remember if I wore it before."

"But it's tradition, Amy," her mother told her insistently. "It's part of getting into the Easter spirit, getting yourself something nice and new... I'm sure you could say it symbolizes rebirth or something, if you want to get into it."

"It symbolizes commercialism," Amy grumbled. 

"What was that, dear?" her mom asked.

Before Amy could answer, she saw something run past, spinning to watch it just in time to see a tiny, fluffy tail vanish around the corner of the hallway... Had her mom gotten a pet rabbit for Easter? The woman was into the holiday, sure, but Amy didn't think she was THAT bad...

"Oh, let me go make sure everything's ready to go in the oven when we get back from church," Amy's mother said, walking away as Amy frowned, reaching up, sure she felt something on her head. Had she worn a headband this morning? She didn't remember putting one on... Especially not one that was fuzzy, and, as she felt along it with her fingertips, with something sticking out of the top... No, make that two somethings...

She blinked, an odd sensation flowing over her. She looked down, surprised to see her plain, black heels had somehow morphed into white shoes, decorated with bows on the toes, her pantyhose morphed into thick, white tights. Her old purple dress was now a childish yellow and purple, much shorter...

Something else was changing, too... She squirmed, feeling her skimpy underwear seeming to grow as she fidgeted, the cotton transforming, turning thicker around her privates as she gasped in disbelief. How was this happening?! 

She wanted to think she was going crazy, that maybe it was a dream, yet, as she slid a hand under her skirt, the surface of her new underthings felt strangely solid beneath her tights, giving off a strange - though not entirely unfamiliar - noise.

She sank to the floor, mind reeling. She couldn't be... She was an adult, she'd left the apartment that morning in a perfectly ordinary pair of underwear... She grabbed her skirt, wanting to confirm it, yet too scared to do it, not wanting it to be true... She twisted the fabric in her hands, not realizing how short it was, and how much she was showing off, until her mother walked back in.

"Everything is good to go!" the woman chirped. "Now, are you... Oh, you did get a new dress! Why didn't you...? Amy, what are you wearing?!"

Amy stared up at her, just as shocked as she was. "I-I..." she stuttered.

The two looked at each other for a long moment, then Amy felt the same strange sensation she'd felt earlier, but when she looked herself over, she didn't notice any other changes.

Her mother shook her head, then stared down at Amy anew. "There's no time to take you to the potty now!" she declared, reaching down to grab her hand. "And you aren't getting up in the middle of service, either! You'd better hope you don't use that diaper, young lady, or sitting down for Easter dinner is going to be very uncomfortable for you, and you won't get those Pull-Ups back for a long time... I'm too busy today to deal with this!"

"Y-Yes, Mommy," Amy nodded submissively, a thumb making its way to her mouth as she followed obediently behind her mother, hoping she was just imagining the damp spot she already felt in her diaper...