A Millie Wonderland

Chapter 2
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Chapter Description: A dirty diaper that needs changing, a mystery woman pushing a stroller, and reckoning with the current state of her reality? Oh my!

  “Well, we have to change him. Er, her, I guess” said Millie.

  “What?” Alex near shouted.

  “Well, she’s laying on the ground in a poopy diaper. We can’t just leave her in that, she’ll get sick or something!” Millie said, pointing to the young girl on the floor who was their father, who was currently kicking her feet in the air and sucking her thumb after she stopped crying.

  “Otay, well where do you’s tink dat we’d find dat stuff here? Dere weren’t babies here until a couple minutes ago!” Alex flinched a bit as Katie yelled.

  “Um, guys? We might not need to do anything” Alex said, having climbed onto one of the chairs at the dining table.

  “Alex! Don’t stand on the chair!” Millie scolded Alex without thinking, as if it were muscle memory.

  “Sowwy, I just wanted to show you that the food’s different” Alex said while lumbering down from the chair and pointing to the table. As Millie looked over the table she saw that Alex was right, more than she knew. Not only had the food changed from pasta and some sauce to Mac and cheese with hotdogs, but the plates and silverware had also changed to plastic toddler ware and sippy cups.

  “Okay, well if the food changed then maybe Dad’s room is different and has all the stuff we’d need!” Millie said, looking to Alex and Katie who both seemed to be spacing out. She snapped her fingers in front of them and they both jolted out of their stupor.

  “HEY! I’m gonna head upstairs and look, can you two watch her while I do?” Millie asked, pointing towards the girl on the floor. They both gave a slow nod as Millie ran upstairs, leaving them alone with her.

  “Is it gettings harder for you to tink, too?” Katie asked Alex as she absentmindedly put her finger in her mouth.

  “Yeah, I keep feeling myself slipping...” Alex trailed off, staring at the girl who used to be his father.

  “Do ya tink that’s how we’ll end up?” Katie said with a hint of fear.

  “I dunno, I suppose we’ll just have to wait and hope we don-“

*Frrrt!*

  A loud fart interrupted Alex’s train of thought, as they both looked to each other, then towards their diapers. They both could feel the padding around their waist grow warm from fear as they both realized that their control was slipping fast...

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  Millie wasn’t ready for what she saw upstairs. She expected that she might see some baby stuff, that why she went up stairs after all. She also had a hunch that her dad’s room probably changed, but she couldn’t have predicted how. The room was still very adult, with the bed and dresser and bathroom, but very clearly was a woman’s room and not a man’s. There was also the confusing matter of the thing near the dresser. It looked a bit like the dresser, definitely as big as the dresser, but had a padded area at the top and a bunch of shelves. She approached the furniture slowly, making out a pack of diapers, some wipes, powder. All the stuff she needed, but why was this in an adults room? She took a moment to check out her brother’s room, and found some strange items: Cribs. Big enough for her to fit in comfortably, filled with blankets and stuffed animals, surprisingly sturdy for plastic bars. Then, it clicked. That was a changing table that she just pulled these items from. This room had another one, next to the four cribs in this room.

  “This is where they sleep now..” she thought out loud. Shaking her head to regain focus, she remembered the point of her journey and grabbed a changing mat from this room’s changing table, and made her way downstairs

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  “Okay, I found diapers, a changing mat, wipes, am I missing anything we need to change a diaper?” Millie asked, looking over all the items before seeing the two she was asking the question to were completely distracted. Katie was sat on the floor chewing on her fingers, and Alex was crouched down holding up her shirt and poking her sagging diaper. Millie sighed.

  “Guess I’ll have to do this on my own” she said as she laid the green mat on the ground near her ex-father. She tried to move her over to the mat, but any attempt at moving the girl was met with whines and tears.

  “Ugh! How am I supposed to do this?” Millie complained, before realizing, “Wait, I don’t know how to change a diaper! What do I do?!”

  Just then, a rustle of keys could be heard, followed by the sound of the front door opening and the sounds of plastic wheels on wood. As Millie turned to look down the hallway towards the noise, she saw a woman who looked to be in her mid-to-late thirties who was taking off a beige coat to reveal a green blouse and denim jeans and the stroller she was pushing, holding a red headed girl wearing the same outfit as the other three sucking on a pacifier. As Millie was about to question what this vaguely familiar woman was doing in their house, an odd feeling passed through the house as Millie felt a bit queasy and both Alex and Katie gripped their stomachs. It passed in moments, and afterwards Katie and Alex’s demeanor seemed to have completely changed. 

  “Mommy!” They both yelled almost in unison as they shakily jumped to their feet and ran as quickly as their diapers would let them towards the new woman.

  “Yes, hello sweeties. I’m back, just like I said I would be. Were you good for your big sister?” She asked in a motherly tone

  “Yep!” They both answered with a speed indicating familiarity with the question.

  “Great! Speaking of which, Millie? What are you doing with Ally over there?” She said as she released Emmy from the stroller.

  “U-uh, um, I-I’m getting her ready for a change!” Millie called out.

  “Oh, did Ally have an accident? Let me help you” she said as she made her way into the room, dramatically waving her hand in front of her nose as she entered.

  “Oh my, Ally! An accident is putting this mildly! Let’s get this changed ASAP!” The woman said, keeling down near the changing mat at skillfully moving the girl to the changing mat without her even noticing. As she started to put up a fuss, the woman reached behind her and showed a set of toy keys which almost immediately stole the girl’s attention and calmed her. The woman then got to work cleaning up the girl while she was distracted, all the while Millie was confused. 

  She had conflicting memories of this woman: She knew her name was Claire, but part of her knew her better as Mom. A different part of her remembered Claire as one of their neighbors who lived with another woman, though she couldn’t remember her name. She had memories of Claire raising her and her sisters, in addition to a lot of memories of Ally having previously been her single father before she got the wand.

  “Well, at least now Dad’s back doesn’t hurt. And all three of them seem to be happier. Maybe things are better this way?” Millie thought to herself as Claire taped up the clean diaper and cupped the front of Alex and Katie’s diapers with her free hand. They both blushed as they felt the squish of their wet padding, the fog momentarily leaving their eyes.

  “Well you’re both a little wet, but you’ll last through dinner. Speaking of which, how about I serve that up?” Claire announced, clapping her hands. All of the girls but Ally and Millie rushed to the table, excited and making plenty of noise. Ally was being lifted up by her forearms as Claire brought her to her feet while Millie was still lost in thought.

  “So Claire is our mom, and all 4 of them are little girls now. I know that Dad, Katie, and Alex were turned into girls when I cast that first spell. But when did-“ Mille was pulled from her train of thought immediately by the feeling of her pull-ups’ waistband being pulled forward, with Claire looking down the front of her wet pull-up.

  “Well, I won’t count this one against your clean streak since you had to watch the other 3, and this isn’t too bad. It’s getting late, so why don’t you go upstairs and put on one of your nighttime pull-ups before dinner?” She said as she let go of the waistband and stood up, taking Ally by the arm towards the table where the other 3 were already sitting and messing around.

  Millie took a few more moments to try and make sense of her situation, and was reminded of the soggy feeling around her waist and decided to do something about it. She heard Claire doting over the four girls at the table as she made her way upstairs to her room. She remembered Claire saying to put on one of her nighttime pull-ups, but she only had nighttime pull-ups! 

 ...Right?

  As Millie entered her room, immediate relief was hers as she didn’t notice any immediate changes. After a hefty sigh, she made her way over to her dresser to fish a fresh pull-up from the packaging, and from the dresser drawer came a pull-up three times as thick as the one she was wearing. “What the?” She said, looking it over in her hands. It was almost too large to be a pull-up. If not for the tear-away sides, she’d have guessed it was a...

  Millie didn’t want to think about that. 

  Looking into her drawer, she saw the whole drawer was pull-ups of two different sizes; The one she was wearing, and the one she was holding. Millie assumed that these must be her new overnight pull-ups, indicating that either her new mother was barely confident in her potty training, or she was a very heavy wetter. Or worse, both. Growing anxious about this, Millie looked for the package these monstrous pull-ups must have come in, and saw the plastic wrapping sitting by the bathroom door. One package was her normal cover, with one of the patterns within on the front. The other was far more bizarre. Where her regular brand’s packaging was covered in marketing that justified older children having bed wetting with statistics and subtle brags about the product, this new brand was wholly advertising itself as essentially just diapers without tapes, with a girl that looked to be in her late teens on the white and pink cover. Millie looked to the cover, the pull-up in her hand, and the one hanging from her hips. With an exhausted sigh, she moved to the bathroom to change.

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  “Katie, leave Alex alone! Quit playing footsie under the table!” Claire scolded as she closed the tray of a plastic high chair around a passive Ally, who had now moved to chewing on the keys she was playing with.

  “She started it. I was jus’ playing along cause she kept starting it!” She rebuked, pointing an accusing finger at Alex only a foot away.

  “I didn’t!” Alex said, slapping her hands on the table and causing the plastic plate and silverware to bounce.

  “Did too!”

  “I didn’t!!”

  “You did!”

  “No, I didn’t!!!”

  “GIRLS!” Claire called, merely raising her voice and silencing both quarreling children, “I don’t care who started it, I’m ending it! Now behave while I finish getting your sister ready for dinner. And Emmy,” she said leaning towards the girl before she pulled the pacifier out of her mouth, “You can’t eat dinner with that in your mouth, silly!”

  Emmy blushed as she took the pacifier being offered back to her and set it on the table near her plate.

  It was around then that Millie made her way back to the table, struggling to walk with more padding between her legs than the other girls sitting at the table. As she waddled over to one of the two open seats, her attention was stolen by the large, seemingly scaled up high chair that her previous father was encaged in. There she sat contently, wearing a bib and kicking her feet as she chewed on the plastic keys while Claire moved her plate and cup over to the tray. As she was reminded both of her spell’s effects on both their bodies and silverware, she was almost surprised to find metallic silverware and a ceramic plate holding her food on her end of the table. Not planning on looking this gift horse in the mouth, she took the chair at this spot and sat as best she could while adjusting to the couch cushion between her legs. She started to eat her meal, easily the last to start eating but eating nonetheless, as she saw the state of her household amidst this dinner: Katie was teasing Alex and seemed to be sliding food down the back of Alex’s diaper, Alex was getting flustered and shifting in her seat, Emilia was quietly eating her food, and Ally was eating her food in a very infantile manner while Claire sat nearby and fawned over her, occasionally calling for Katie to knock it off. Millie was confused, but saw firsthand what her attempts to fix it had wrought. With a somber look to her outfit, including the 4 inches between her bottom and the seat, she resolved to try again in the future once her skills had improved. For now however, she would need to watch Ally while Claire changed Katie and Alex’s diapers, if the smell that hit her nose was any indication. She looked over to the duo: Katie seemed to be enjoying relieving herself, with her eyes closed and a content grin on her face, while Alex didn’t seem too comfortable. The cheesy noodles and segmented hotdogs already settled in the seat of her diaper probably weren’t helping. With an audible *Pop*, Emilia removed the plastic spoon she was absentmindedly sucking on to call to Claire.

   “Mommy, Katie and Alex are pooping themselves!” The redhead called to their mutual mother while pointing at the diaper dumping duo.