An adult baby girl

As I checked my arms and legs it turned out I was still me, I wasn’t shorter and I wasn’t younger. Relief flowed through me and then before I knew it that pee I had been holding in also began to flow. I try to stop it, to hold it back, but I can’t and now I am wearing a wet diaper. Also, something about the peeing felt different. I try to pay more attention to the feel of my crotch and realize I no longer feel my dick. I pat the crotch of my dress and recoil a little at the feeling of pressing the soggy diaper into my skin and at the fact that I can confirm I no longer have my penis or testicles. I turn to my wife and try to say something to get her attention, but all that comes out is a lispy gibberish. I use my tongue to feel around my mouth and learn that I no longer have teeth. Ignoring that for now I try to remember how to talk, but try as I might I cannot. My wife seems to be having her own predicament and seems to be certain of how she’s changed. She sees me trying to get her attention.

Macy pulls her shirt up to reveal a very real pregnant belly, “This is real now, I’m pregnant for real now. How is that possible? Who’s the father?”

I try to say something, but more gibberish comes out.

Macy sees me doing this and says, “Oh, I’m sorry. I was too preoccupied with my own predicament. I didn't even think about what must have happened to you. Well, you still look the same, that's a good start, but I guess you can’t talk anymore, huh? Oh, I know. Use my phone, just type what you want to say.”

Macy hands me her phone and I type what I’ve figured out, but my situation so far.

“My teeth are gone, I can’t control my bladder and I wet the diaper. I don’t remember how to talk and I’m pretty sure I have a vagina now,” Macy reads my message out loud.