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When she woke up, she felt increasingly strange… and wet. She looked down at her skirt, which was soaked. The Goodnites had apparently leaked when she peed herself in her sleep. 

Sabrina she reached down to her skirt and lifted it up to assess the damage. The Goodnite was… not there. Instead, she was looking at a drenched Huggies Pull-Up, a pink pair of training pants for toddlers. 

The young girl panicked. She pulled out her passport and looked at her date of birth once again. It now said ‘’2013′’.

4 years old. That’s how old people would identify her as.

Flight attendant :Oh my! You poor thing, what happened here? Did you have a little accident?

Sabrina: No! You don’t understand… I’m a big girl! I don’t have accidents! 

Even her speech was altered.. it was like grown up words couldn’t make it out of her mouth anymore. She still had the same thought process as her adult self, but she couldn’t seem to articulate them into full sentences.

FA: Of course dear, you ARE a big girl, but even big girls have accidents sometimes. Now we have to get you out of those wet clothes and get you changed. Someone will come and clean up the seat. I’d like to apologize on behalf of the airline, we will handle this.

That last sentence was obviously aimed at the other passengers, all witnesses to Sabrina’s humiliating predicament. The flight assistant picked up her bag and grabbed her by the hand.

FA: Come, honey. I’m sure mommy or daddy packed you something to change in there. 

She looked through the bag and instead of the extra Goodnites she found… diapers. Not Pull-Ups. Actual baby diapers with Elmo printed on them.

The 21 year old snapped.

Sabrina: No no no! No diaper! I don’t wanna! I don’t wanna wear diapers!!

FA: Come honey, it’s okay. I know it’s not night time but you had a little accident in your Pull-Ups so we’re gonna have to put on a diapy. First let’s get this wet skirt out of the way. 

Without a warning, she slipped down Sabrina’s skirt, so the whole aisle would see the young girl in just her tank top and her very wet Pull-Ups training pants. The girl tried to resist, but it was no use, it seemed as though she now had the strength of a toddler too.

FA: Don’t make me drag you in that alley now… That’s what happens if you don’t comply with our airlines’ staff.

Sabrina wanted to scream, she wanted to run away, but where to?
She was 30 000 feet above the ground and screaming would only make things worse and bring more attention to herself.

Shamefully, she followed the flight assistant down the aisle, holding on to her hand. Passing by dozens of people who didn’t really seem to care that she was walking around half naked.  At least she felt solace in the fact that everyone didn’t seem to see her as a 21 year old who had just peed herself in her Pull-Ups, but as a 4 year old.

Nevertheless tears of shame were falling down her face again, as she walked by young folks who looked about her age, her actual age and suppressed a laughter as they saw her waddling in a pair of oversaturated training panties as a flight attendant holding a diaper was leading her to the back of the plane.

They finally reached the bathroom, which was too tiny to fit them both, so the older woman simply closed the curtain and began changing Sabrina in front of her colleagues. 

She was getting powdered, lying on her back, her legs up in the air and diaper at her feet. A grotesque situation for anyone who might have known her actual age. She heard the other attendants speaking.

FA2: Oh poor child, is that the little girl flying on her own?

FA: Yes, how innapropriate is that? I cannot believe we allowed a baby on this plane without anyone to watch over her. I don’t even think that’s legal.

Baby?! At that word Sabrina realized she had regressed even further.

FA2: Well you know they’ll do anything to save book all their seats now. So who’s taking care of her?

FA: I am. I just came here to change the little one’s diaper. All dry now! Let’s go back to our seat baby girl.

At this moment, the older woman picked Sabrina up and held her in her arms like she didn’t weigh anything more than 10 pounds.

The now diapered 21 year old couldn’t believe what was happening. She was getting carried through the alley, her long legs dangling, incapable of speaking.

As the attendant sat down at her seat, Sabrina couldn’t help but start crying without really knowing why.

FA: Shh, shhh, it’s okay little one. Don’t cry. You’re all dry now.

She picked up a pacifier from the bag and slipped it in Sabrina’s mouth, who started sucking on it. 

Then the smell came to her nostrils and she realized why she had been crying. Without even realizing it, she had pooped herself in that diaper. Like an actual helpless baby.

FA: Oh dear, looks like you made a poo-poo in your diapy, didn’t you little one? But I just changed you! 

That realization made her start to cry again, regardless of the pacifier. The flight attendant lifted Sabrina up and spun her around, tugging at the waistband of her Pampers, she checked the young girl’s diaper.

FA: Ugh… United isn’t paying me enough to deal with that shit.