Magic Daycare (Part 8) (Patreon)

Elizabeth walked down the large hallways, shamefully staring at her feet along the way. The bottom part of her jean shortalls were drenched in urine, her butt soaking wet and she smelled like pee.

The 20 year old had brown hair, tied in a pony tail. Big brown eyes and a small nose covered by freckles that spread over her cheeks, which had turned a light shade of red after her ‘’accident’’. Even if she knew it wasn’t her fault, she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. 

Being perceived as a 10 year old by everyone for a few months sometimes made her think like one.

For a moment she recalled the previous month’s incident in elementary school. She didn’t want to attend that school, obviously, but she had no choice but to play the part. She was smarter than everyone else and finished every assignment in record time - thanks to her 20 year old brain, so the other kids ended up resenting her for it.

Until one day, as she was reciting an oral presentation in front of the group, she felt her bladder release in the seat of her pants, much like it had today. The whole class started laughing so loud that she couldn’t help but burst into tears and run away, leaving a trail of pee behind her. From that day forward, she was known as ‘’potty pants’’ by her peers. 

Potty Pants now walked down the corridor of the witch’s house, her pants ever so wet, feeling as helpless as that day. She never did pee her pants when she was actually 10. She had to wait until she was 20 years old to live that experience. She had never been a bed wetter either, another one of Sarah’s curse. For 6 months now there wasn’t a single night Elizabeth hadn’t wet herself at night. No matter if she went to the bathroom or not, she was a permanent bed wetter.

When the spell hit her, it was like she had always been one. She came back home to find her room the same way it had been 10 years prior, with the addition of her closet being filled with purple Goodnites bags. At first she resisted, but after a few wet nights and pressure from her mother who also saw her as a 10 year old, she gave in. She realized it was easier to just wear the Pull-Ups rather than inevitably wake up in a wet bed, so she got used to them.

Daphnee: Oh my dear! What happened to you? You are soaked! Did you have an accident? Poor thing... I should’ve reminded you where the bathrooms are, it’s such a big house, sometimes even I get lost. Come, we’ll get you sorted out. I’ll give you a pair of Sarah’s underwear and a pretty new dress, would you like that?

The young witch stepped out of the shadows, as if she had just appeared in the hallway. 

Sarah: That won’t be necessary mom, Betsy wanted to get ready for bed now anyway. Isn’t that right Betsy?

Elizabeth: Yes...

The much taller girl felt so small next to the witch, her wet shortalls were a token of inferiority. 

Daphnee: Nonsense! It’s not even dinner yet, I’m sure Sarah won’t mind if you borrow a pair of panties.

Sarah: We’re having a sleepover mom! We want to get ready now! Come on Betsy, let’s get you changed.

She grabbed Elizabeth by the hand with a surprising amount of strength for a small girl. The witch dragged her former babysitter up the large staircase that dominated the sumptuous hall. Daphnee called from downstairs.

Daphnee: Okay then girls, dinner will be ready in 30 minutes.

Sarah: We want to eat in my room! And bring the other two girls when it’s done, they can attend as long as they’re nice.

Elizabeth hesitantly walked in the witch’s room. It was surprisingly girly. The walls were 2 shades of pink with a matching bedspread. Throw pillows and plush animals lying everywhere. But what did she expect? The witch sleeping in a coffin? She was a little girl after all...

Elizabeth : So hum.. I’ll just need to call my mom to tell her I’ll be sleeping over.

Sarah: No need, Daphnee already called. Your mom sent your overnight back, look.

Elizabeth noticed the purple bag sitting next to Sarah’s bed. She opened it up and found 2 pairs of Goodnites, a change of daytime clothes and her childish pajamas which featured a cartoon monkey. No normal panties in sight.

Sarah: You should get out of those wet clothes. We’ll give them to Marissa so she can wash them. 

Elizabeth took a deep breath. She undid her shortalls straps and slid the jeans down, feeling the cold, damp fabric on the inside of her thighs. She stepped out of it, standing in her white t-shirt, shamefully hiding her completely soaked polka-dotted panties with her hands. 

Sarah: Oh come on Betsy, no need to do that with me. I’ve seen you in this position plenty of times. Just put your night-time undies on, we know you’re prone to accidents right?

Sarah went through Elizabeth’s bag and picked up one of the briefs.

Sarah: Maybe we should’ve told your mom to pack more... 

Elizabeth grabbed the Goodnite from Sarah’s hand, ironically using it to hide her pee-stained panties.

Sarah: Go ahead, you can change here.

Elizabeth: I don’t really think it’s appropriate... I mean for a girl..

Sarah: For a girl my age? Oh please Betsy. You really think I’m 10 years old still?

Elizabeth : What?

Sarah: You’re my best friend, are you not, Betsy? And best friends tell each other everything. Do you want me to tell you a secret? I’m not really 10 years old. I’m a one hundred and twenty three years old witch, prisoner in this tiny, pre-teen body. You see me as a 10 year old...exactly like everyone sees you as a 10 year old. 

Elizabeth: I don’t understand... Why...?

Sarah: I was cursed by another witch. I used to be able to conjure great powers, now I’m stuck in this grotesque form and I can only muster a few spells related to the one that was used on me.

Elizabeth: Is that why you trap us here? Out of frustration?!

Sarah: Oh.. out of boredom too, plus I get a bit of fun out of it. But you see... if I stop using my powers I’ll end up regressing to the 10 year old body I live in. Much like you, if you don’t resist. 

Elizabeth: You mean this could be permanent for us too? Is there a way to stop this? You have to tell me!

Sarah smiled and looked at Elizabeth for a while.

Sarah: I like you Betsy. You’re not like the others, but be careful. Remember that I can make everyone around you perceive you as a babbling baby if I want to. Now be a good girl and put your diaper on. Sorry, I mean your Goodnite, I’ll go get the others. 

She left Elizabeth alone in the room. The confused twenty year old smelled like urine, standing in her t-shirt and a pair of wet underwear, about to put on her Pull-Ups like a good girl.