Demand that she change everything back.

"Change everything back right now." You demand.

"I couldn't, even if I wanted to." She says. "And I don't want to."

"You did this to me with no way to undo it?" You ask.

"If I changed everything back you'd leave." She explains. "I don't want you to leave."

"So I have to be stuck in diapers?" You respond.

"You'll get used to it." She says. "You don't have to worry about anything anymore. You don't need a job. You don't need to move out. Mom, Dad and I will take care of you."

"Get used to it?" You repeat angrily.

"Oh there you are." Your mother sticks her head into the door. "Come on. It's time for breakfast."

"I'll feed {if Girl=true}her{else}him{endif}" Jane volunteers, getting out of bed and taking hold of your hand.

As much are you try to pull away you cannot escape her grip as she leads you out of her room. You pass a giant playpen in the living room and when you arrive at the dining table you find a highchair, big enough for you, just like all of the other baby furniture which has appeared.

At the sight of the chair, you once again make a futile attempt to pull away. At the same moment you feel warm liquid pooling between your legs. As Jane easily forces you up into the seat you realise that you're wetting your diaper. You hadn't even felt like you needed to pee. Jane's magic rattle has made it so you actually need diapers.

Jane slides the tray into place, trapping you in the highchair. After tying a bib around your neck, she collects a plastic bowl and places it in front of you. It is filled with an unidentifiable goo. The orange colour suggests that some of it is carrot.

Your sister takes a plastic spoon and scoops up some of the goo "Here come's the airplane." She brings it to your mouth. You hold your mouth closed. Not wanting to let her feed you both because it's humiliating and because it looks totally unappetising. "How are you going to grow up big and strong if you don't eat your breakfast?" She teases.

"Jane..." you start to argue but this just gives her an opportunity to shove the spoon into your mouth. You glare at her as you swallow the strange-tasting mush.

"Hurry up and finish your breakfast." Your mother says as she approaches the table. "Kate will be here soon."

"Kate's..." You start to ask a question and are rewarded with another spoonful of the baby food.

Jane smiles at you. "Good {if Girl=true}girl{else}boy{endif}."

By the time the doorbell rings, despite your lack of cooperation, Janes has almost fed you the whole bowl.

You hear your mother answer the door. {if Kate=true}You recognise the voice of Kate's mother. Your mother leads her and Kate to the dining table where Jane is trying to feed you the last mouthful of your breakfast.

"Michael!" she gasps at finding you in a highchair. "What's going on?"

"Jane..." You try to explain but Jane feeds you the last of your breakfast.

"All finished." Jane declares triumphantly. She cleans your face with a damp cloth and removes your bib before releasing you from the highchair. "Looks like someone needs a diaper change." She notices the discoloured crotch of your diaper.

You blush at having your wet diaper pointed out in front of your girlfriend but she looks at you with empathy. As you get down from the chair you can see her own diaper peeking out from under her short flowery dress.

"Come on." Your mother reaches for your hand. "Let's go change that diaper."

"I can do it." Jane volunteers.{else}You hear Kate's voice. Your mother leads her to the dining table where Jane is trying to feed you that last mouthful of your breakfast.

"Hello {if Girl=true}Michelle{else}Michael{endif}." She greets you as though this was all totally normal. "I'm going to take care of you today while your mommy is out."

"But..." you start to argue but Jane feeds you the last of your breakfast.

"All finished." Jane declares triumphantly. She cleans your face with a damp cloth and removes your bib before releasing you from the highchair. "Looks like someone needs a diaper change." She notices the discoloured crotch of your diaper.

You blush at having your wet diaper pointed out in front of your girlfriend but she only reaches for your hand. "Come on. I'll get you into a clean diaper."{endif}