Joanne sat kicking her feet as her bus seat magically changed into a giant baby seat. Most of the bus didn’t seem to notice her extremely infantile clothes or behavior as it started to go back along its route. Joanne didn’t feel the need to **** herself onto any of them though as she could feel the world unwillingly changing around her.
Joanne looked to the seat across from her. Where a woman in a red blazer and black miniskirt, a leather work bag sitting next to her while she listened to an audiobook on her way to work. She had her legs crossed naturally and didn’t look up at much of anything. Joanne did notice her subconsciously shifting in the seat, and eventually scratching her sides near her skirt. After a few minutes she seemed to struggle with keeping her legs crossed, and she straightened them out instead. By now her miniskirt had shrunken and was turning soft pink, leaving Joanne a clear view at the woman’s waist and brand new pull up.
Around the bus people of all ages and genders were starting to shift in their seats, unknowingly adjusting to their training pants as the regressed reality became more and more prominent. Joanne snickered as some of them got off the bus with a pronounced waddle, women’s purses growing and turning to diaper bags. Soon enough for Joanne she reached what her instinct told her was the right stop.
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