Important revelations

“I was checking some important things out so just listen,” Macy says, “You could have probably guessed this, but you no longer have a job. I already realized this might be the case, but that worried me. How am I supposed to afford to take care of both of us if I’m the only one working? So I was checking our finances and realized that I am now getting an alimony check. This confused me more and when I checked who the person that was sending the money was, it was a man by the name of Dennis Kingsmen. That’s right, it’s the real you. When I tried checking for an address I couldn’t get a straight answer. It’s more like the real you doesn’t exist and instead, we are getting money out of straight air. Which is fine, but that made me wonder something else. Who are you now? It turns out that legally your name is Denise Kingsmen, daughter of Macy and Dennis Kingsmen. That’s what it says on your birth certificate. Legally you are only a year old. I imagine thanks to the witch's magic you will always be a year old, both legally and mentally.”

Obviously, I can’t speak, but even if I could I’m not sure I would say anything, it was a lot to take in.

“Look, it’s been an extremely tiring day, let’s just head to bed, okay?” Macy asks.

I nod my head. Then I start to feel a churning in my stomach and a build-up of pressure in my butt. I try to fight it, but it’s no use. I feel myself slowly push the poop out and into my diaper.

My wife wrinkles her nose and then looks at me, “Did you just poop?”

I slowly nod my head in shame.

“It’s okay,” she says, taking it surprisingly well, “That’s what babies do and you are a baby now. Stay right there and I’ll go get a changing blanket and a fresh diaper.”

She leaves and quickly returns with the items. She puts the blanket down and then helps me out of the bouncer. She has me lie flat on my back on the blanket. She undoes the flaps of my dress and undoes the tabs of my diaper. She also brought some wet wipes and a diaper pail. She takes the used diaper from me, puts it in the pail, and then uses the wipes on me. She throws those in the pail too and then applies more cream and powder to me. She diapers me back up in two diapers and refastens the flaps of my dress. She did it all expertly like she’s been changing diapers daily for years.

“There you go,” she says, “Doesn’t that feel better little Deedee. Now come on, let's get you to bed.” She grabs my hand and leads me to my new room. In my new room, she pulls the bars down on one side of the crib and helps me get in it. She undoes the hair ties that were keeping my hair in twin-tails. She puts blankets on me and tucks me in before raising the bars back up. “Good night, sweetie,” she says as she walks out the door and shuts the lights off. As I try to sleep I find the dress surprisingly comfortable to sleep in and the crib is also very soft and relaxing, so despite it all, I fall asleep fast.