She runs into some maids.

Joanne skipped to the west wing of the estate, wanting to visit her old room.

Her corrupting aura creeped along the walls as she skipped. Portraits of old ancestors gained wilder colors, the clothes the people were wearing in the paintings changing into that of baby clothes. European nude statues where now censored with diapers and bibs and other accessories.

She stopped skipping as she felt an immense pressure in her body. Knowing what it was, Joanne squatted and concentrated with all of her might. Her face turned a light pink as she pooped her diaper, some drops of pee leaking into the front of her padding.

"My goodness, what is going on?!"

Down the end of the hall, two women in their late thirties looked at her in shock. They were both in casual clothes, two maids who were settling their affairs before leaving just like Mr. Selick.

Joanne got an idea.