Call out for Mom.

"Fine." you say. "I'll play along."

"Mom!" you call. "Mom!"

Soon enough, the door opens and your mother walks in. "What's wrong {if Girl=true}Michelle{else}Michael{endif}?"

"I'm in a cot, wearing a diaper." You say. {if Girl=true}"And you just called me Michelle."{endif}

"Someone is in a silly mood this morning." She boops you on the nose with her finger.

"So you're in on this joke?" You ask. "I suppose dad is going to play along too."

"What joke?" She asks, lowering the side of the cot and hugs you and Jane as you get off the mattress. Not waiting for an explanation she says "Now Let's check those diapers."

Before you can react, she {if Girl=true}lifts your nightie and {endif} pulls the waistband of the diaper out to examine your bottom. "No poopies." She declares happily before feeling the crotch of your diaper. "Dry. Maybe you're not drinking enough water. Are you feeling okay?" She holds her hand against your forehead to check. "No fever."

"Your turn Jane." Your mother turns to your sister who suddenly looks very embarrassed.

As you mother lifts Jane's nightie you can see why. The crotch of her diaper is sagging and yellowed.

"You actually wet yourself?" You laugh. "You really are committed to this."

"I can't help it." Jane says. "It won't be long before you do it to. It's part of the spell."

Your mother ignores this and leads Jane over to the changing table. "Up you get."

Jane reluctantly complies, laying back on the padded plastic top.

You watch, stunned, as your mother begins to untape your sister's soggy diaper as though it was a totally normal thing to do.

"Are you really going to watch this?" She notices you staring.