She is humiliated

We drive off to the park and it’s a short ride there. The whole time Martha seems to be in baby mode. It’s like the witch forced her into it permanently. At the park, she gets out, sets the stroller up, and puts me in it. Then she starts wheeling me around the park. Everyone can see me. It’s humiliating. Some people look strange or like monsters. Clearly having been affected poorly by the curse.

Martha takes me over to one of those baby swings and puts me in it. She starts pushing me. “It’s like you’re flying!” she says. Across the park, I see some kids. One of them is actually flying. Another picks up a large boulder and tosses it aside like it’s a pebble. They must have dressed as superheroes and now have amazing abilities yet here I am peeing my diaper in a baby swing.

“That’s probably enough,” Martha says as she helps me out of the swing, “Let me check you.” She checks my diaper. “Someone wet themselves. Let’s get you into a fresh diaper.”

She leads me to nearby grass. She lays down a towel and has me lie back on it. Over my shoulder I hear, “Isn’t that Dennis?!”

Two women walk up to us. I recognize them. They were two of my coworkers.

“I had heard what happened, it made me so glad I hadn’t gone to the party,” one says.

“Same,” the other says, “Dennis you’re so cute now! Also, you seem to be taking this quite well if you’re willing to be out and about in the park.”

“Yes,” Martha says, “Little Deedee here had been in the house for a while, so a change of scenery seemed like a good idea.”

“Aw, Deedee is such a cute name,” one says.

With the women watching us Martha starts to change me.

“She really needs those diapers,” one says.

“Yes,” Martha says, “She makes quite a lot of messes and we go through diapers pretty fast.”

One of the women giggles at this and they both watch in fascination as Martha changes me into a new diaper.

“Well we better get going,” one says.

“Yeah,” the other says, “It was nice seeing you, little Deedee.” The two giggle to each other as they walk away.

“Well, weren't they nice?” Martha says, “Well this has probably been enough for you too.”

With that, she puts me in the stroller and pushes me back to her car and we drive home. I’m just glad that it’s over.

When Macy returns and Martha leaves she also treats me just like a baby. She forces me to watch baby shows and then puts me to bed super early.