The Elevator Eighty-Third Floor (Patreon)

Cardonali the magical imp was doing what he always did, he caused trouble to others for his own amusement. Cardonali had the ability to put any thought into a person's mind and manipulate them as he wanted to. He stood unobserved or at least unacknowledged in the back of an elevator waiting to see who would get in.

"I just got into the elevator.  I'm coming up,  I'll be there in a minute" David told his girlfriend.  

Something  didn't seem right with his voice.  It was too high.  

When the elevator arrived at the 83rd floor, Diana looked down at the little girl inside.  She somehow knew it was her boyfriend, David.

"David, is that you?"

David stuck his hands out and gave Diana a sarcastic look.  "Who were you expecting?"

"Then it is you?"

"Yeah."

"You're...you're a little girl."

"So what?"

"You don't think anything is wrong with that?"

"No, why should it be?  You don't like little girls?"

"I like little girls just fine.  But not for my boyfriend."

"You didn't say anything about it last night when we were in bed."

"You weren't a little girl back then."

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't you know?  You are supposed to be a grown man."

David looked at himself on the mirrored surface of the elevator.  "I look fine.  OK, OK, my hair is a little of a mess, but not too bad.  I guess the hair clips you put into my hair aren't working."

"David, I didn't put any hair clips in your hair."

"You didn't?"

"So I diapered myself?"

"I guess so."

"Let's be logical.  How could I have done that?"

"Beats me.  David, you really don't see anything wrong with you being a little girl."

"I don't know what you are talking about."  David could tell he was a little wet, but since Diana was in such a state he didn't want to bring it up.  She could change him later.  It really wasn't that bad yet.

Diana didn't know what to do.  Her boyfriend, her fiance was a little girl and he didn't seem to think anything was wrong.

The doors of the elevator opened, Diana got out followed by David.

"Hey come on, either take smaller steps or carry me," David demanded.

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