Something to Prove

Something to prove Sara walked down the street, a smile on her face. She had the look of a girl who had something to prove and she did. Just moments ago she'd had a fight with her best friend over something she thought to be totally stupid. Hypnosis, how could anyone believe in that? It's the same as magic. Only babies believed in that kind of stuff. Finally it had come to a head when her friend produced a CD from her backpack. Sara was informed that it was indeed real, and that if she really thought it was for babies that she try this CD out. Just fill in the proper areas and stare at the screen. Sara had laughed, fine I'll bring it to school on Monday.

At home she went up to her room, it was decked out. She was a good kid and so her parents gave her allot of leeway when it came to how she lived. She turned on her computer and smiled as she looked at the disk. She almost set it down but she figured there would be something on the disk for her to see, and if she didn't know what it was everyone would know she was lying. The CD driver opened and the tray slid out, she pushed it in and waited for something, after a few moments a logo flashed on the screen, Mesmur products. Well she thought; maybe there was something on the disk after all. She then thought her friend had been bilked out of money, she was going to laugh but the screen changed and a few sentences came up:

Hello, and welcome to the handy dandy do it yourself at home hypnosis kit. She read through the statements warning of illegal copying, then she got to the good stuff the settings. She read through them and quickly filled them in. What do I want to do?, she checked off change personality, then she checked off keep memories and timed change. No use missing any fun right? Then it came to what she wanted changed about her personality, she was 15 and had been constantly told that she was to immature so she cycled through the options and came to adjust mental age. Well that would be great, she went to the box and typed in 20. That way even if this did work she would come out on top. She pushed the enter button and had to go through several warnings, then the program told her to look at the screen.


Sara slowly woke up in front of her computer she felt odd, at peace. She wondered what she was doing here but quickly she remembered what she had been doing. She looked around her room and at herself. Nothing, she felt exactly the same, she did have to pee though so she got up and walked down the hall to the bathroom. Sliding her panties down she looked at the toilet and felt a little anxiety. It wasn't bad though and she quickly finished, putting her underwear back on she noticed that they were cold. Clammy to be more like it, checking them she noticed they were a little wet, she quickly took them off and raced to her room to find another pair. She was wondering how her panties had gotten wet but really wasn't that worried about it.

While running through the hall she smacked into her dad. He smiled at her and made the comment that she hadn't done that in years, she just smiled at him and ran to her room. She was pulling fresh panties on when her eyes caught the computer screen, there was more writing on it and a small sign. It looked like a stop sign.

Thank you for using this product we noticed some of the actions that you wanted done were a little odd so we gave your body more time to adjust. We do however recommend that you buy a few things to make your new life easier. She looked down the list and frowned it wasn't the list of a 20 year old. No, it looked more like the list a 20 year old who was baby-sitting a 20 month old would have. Sara suddenly forgot that hypnotism was fake and rechecked the settings, after only a few minutes she found the problem. Under the mental adjustment line she had made one little oversight. In order to make sure you are happy please put answer in months not years so you know just where you will begin. Her hands dropped to her lap, well it was fake anyway, nothing would happen.


She started to chew her nails, she did this when she was nervous, she was doing this when her mother walked into the room. Honey I know I told you that chewing your nails was a bad habit, but that really isn't any better. As she walked out of the room a puzzled girl looked over at her mirror and saw she wasn't chewing her nails, she was sucking her thumb! Adding to that she couldn't stop. She knew it was bad and was embarrassed that she had been seen doing it, but she could not pull her thumb from her mouth. Not realizing why she was doing it, she kept looking at her reflection in the mirror she slowly stepped off her seat and walked over to it. Sara tilted her head back and forth she was absolutely amazed by her reflection, this was when her thumb came out of her mouth and she wetly palmed her image.

Sara! Her Mom yelled, do you homework OK? This brought her out of her trance and she was able to waddle to the door, OK Mommy she said as she closed the door. She had to think fast she sat childlike in front of the computer screen and looked at the program again, all she had to do was retype everything and fix herself. This hope faded when she looked at the screen and saw that everything was in gibberish. She couldn't read any of it, Sara was about to smack the computer when she realized the program wasn't bad, she just couldn't read any more. This shocked her so much she actually wet a little. Her friend!, she could call her up and have her come right over and fix this problem. She reached over to the phone and dialed the number, though she didn't really understand the numbers she only remembered where she used to push.

Her friend answered quickly and said she'd be right over. Being only a few blocks away Sara knew she would be ok, she slid off the seat and walked over to the door, this time telling her mommy not to bother her but to send her friend right up. Sara was closing the door when she felt her hands reaching out in front of her. Why were they doing that? The question was answered when she suddenly dropped down on all fours to the floor.

The loud thump brought her mother up stairs to see if she was ok. Opening the door she looked down and saw her daughter on the floor blushing bright red. Sara answered all the questions by saying she was practicing for a school play, she was going to be a baby see, so she had to be realistic. At this she felt something roll from her mouth she had drooled a little, this didn't phase her mom she looked down with awe, Sara almost looked like a baby like that. Maybe she had a future actor here! A big money winner. Sara noticed the change in her mother and winced as she heard the reply. Oh, how sweet but honey if you really want to get in the part you have to dress for it, if you're going to act like that let me help you! Wow, a real actor in the house you look so real. Let mommy go get you some things from the store so you'll be even better. She patted her daughter on the head and continued, a nice pacifier and a bib if you're going to drool like that, she turned to leave and smelled something, oh,! Well maybe something else too, but wait till I get home to do it again ok? At this her mother reached down and actually checked her daughters panties, yep you're a little wet but we can take care of that. Straightening up she smiled again, wow a real actor! Then she left the room. Sara was trying to stand on her feet when she heard her moms car drive away from the house. She knew she was in trouble but hoped it wouldn't go to far. The remark her mother had made echoed in her head; just don't do it again till I get back.

Finally by using her bed she had gotten to her feet, where she found she could stand and walk a little but she just felt better on the floor. She went to the computer again and tried to decipher the letters, she could almost tell what they were but her brain would not respond. She then tried to get on her bed but instead only managed to plop down on the floor on her butt. Now she had to pee again. With some trying she was able to get her door opened and she scampered over to the bathroom, one look at the toilet and she backed away. She knew she was safe and that she had to use it but couldn't get herself to get near it. Why was she so scared of it? She needed to go but couldn't use the toilet. She tried to get up on the sink but she kept sliding down. Finally she just sat on the floor panting; what could she do? She really had to go, and it was getting worse fast. The sight of the toilet paper roll hanging in front of her gave her an idea. Sara grabbed it and ran to her room. Closing the door behind her she jumped to he floor and starting wadding the paper down her panties. Dimly she remembered doing this once long ago, and she knew it was wrong but it might work. She used most of the roll, and looked in the mirror. The reflection soothed her and she smiled. The problem was solved, she relaxed and smiled as she squatted a little. Just as she started to pee her fear kicked in, which allowed her to think again; what was she doing? She wasn't 3! She desperately squeezed her legs together and stopped the flow. Waddling she was determined to use the John.


Sara reached the door and tried to turn the knob, pulling and yanking she tried as hard as she could to get it to open. She started to cry when she peed a little more. Only the sound of her mothers car door closing stopped a tantrum, Sara tried again to open the door but just could not figure it out. My diaper! Oh, my panties I mean. Got to get them off and hide them, can't let her see me in wet panties. She felt herself starting to wet again and just barely stopped it, now she looked down at her undies and tried to remember how to take them off. She had tears in her eyes as she pulled the front of them away from herself, then she went to work on the sides. Noooooo, she cried she was a big girl and she knew how to take these off. But her mind was working against her. She had wasted to much time and felt herself lose control again, this time she couldn't even slow it down. She just bent her legs out a little and looked at herself in the mirror. Sara thought she was going to be ok, but that was when she relearned what she had when she was 3. Paper wadded into panties does not a diaper make. Soon a stream of warm pee ran down her leg, she closed her eyes as she just let it go.

Her mother was so proud of her little girl. She tried so hard to be the best, even if it was embarrassing she did her best. That was why she didn't mind spending some money on her. She may just be a baby in this play but she would be the best one they ever had. She was in the kitchen arranging the things she had bought when she heard something, listening it sounded to her like a little girl crying. She looked out the window expecting to see a crashed bike or something but nothing was there. Then as she walked closer to her daughters room she realized the sound was a girl crying!, her girl! Sara was desperate; she had peed herself and sat down on her legs in the puddle.At first it had been warm and not to bad. Now it had cooled and she was starting to itch.

She wanted to go the the bathroom and clean up but she couldn't get her door open, and she was so embarrassed she just wanted to stay were she was and die. She was in no condition to think and she started calling gently for her mother. She tried being civil but when she didn't show she started to cry harder. On thing lead to another and soon she was crying like a baby. And that was how her mother found her. Wet in a puddle and crying her eyes out.Slowly she comforted little Sara she had heard of getting into character but never anything like this. But if Sara wanted to do it then she would allow it. She had thankfully gotten just what she would need, after a few minutes Sara was no longer crying but she still wanted to be held. Her mother eyed her and wiped the tears away from her face. Oh, now honey..... time to get you clean and dry ok? Sara looked up and nodded, She watched as her mother set down a large mat and then realized that her mother wanted her to sit on it. She complied, slowly crawling over and plopping down in the middle of it.

Sara was still sniffling as she was pushed down onto her back, and felt her mother start to pull her panties down, Sweetie you made such a mess but now mommy is here to clean you all up, oh yes I am!!! The attention and the way her mother said it made Sara blush bright red. She was embarrassed she didn't want this! She wanted to be mature not drooling; she was so nervous she wanted to suck her thumb. But she used all her resistance to keep her hands behind her head. That was when her body remembered another trick, and her mother caught it right away. Having just finished wiping her daughter she noticed she had begun to suck her lower lip. This had meant one thing when she was a baby, she had bought a bottle, and now found the thought of her little girl nursing one to be absolutely adorable.

Sara hadn't been paying attention as her bottom was getting wiped, but the sudden burst of baby powder got her attention. A quiet whine escaped her mouth as she watched her mom unfold a diaper. She realized this was it, she was going to be back in diapers now, the thought acted as a switch and she felt something change. But as soon as it had happened she forgot about it, her legs were lifted and the diaper folded over her. The sound of the tapes being used caused her to blush again. Her mother looked down at her girl, she was now just a baby in a dry diaper. Sara seemed to be in a daze, as if she had been drugged, her mother leaned over her daughter and pulled her up to a sitting position. For her part Sara was stunned she was in a diaper in front of her mother, she couldn't open her mouth without drooling, and she didn't think she could talk anyways. Looking down at her diaper she started to moan; No no no no no no, but since she was still sucking her lip her mother could not understand her. She just saw a girl in a diaper making baby noises and wasn't surprised when Sara began slapping and pulling at the front of her diaper.

The sound of someone walking up behind her made her mom turn around, she saw one of Sara's friends. Sara looked up past her mother and saw her, the one that had done this to her; she smiled and started to wave her arms towards her and bounce up and down on her diapered bottom. She was saved!, she could be fixed. She opened her mouth to tell her what had happened but found a pacifier shoved in it. Sara tried to spit it out but couldn't, so she stood up and waddled over to her friend and hugged her, desperately trying to crawl up on her. The weight was to much and her friend just sat down on the bed and allowed Sara to climb into her lap. Her friend was still confused, the smell of pee was the reason for the diaper but why was Sara acting so odd, then Sara began waving wildly towards the computer and the message on the screen. Her mother was busy saying how proud she was of her little actor, but she quickly scowled when informed there was no play. After a few minutes of conversation, of with Sara didn't really understand they took a real interest in the computer. Quickly they found the settings section and found what Sara had done, they stared at Sara who was trying to tell them to fix her.

Her mother sighed and left the room for a minute while her friend held her and said soft things into her ears. Sara didn't like this, she wanted to be normal again. She wanted to be fixed. She was starting to fuss when her mother reappeared and gently placed the bottle in her mouth. No; she didn't want her bottle she wanted to be her again! Then she heard her mother say something that made her actually mess her dry clean diaper. Well if she wants diapers she can have them. Sara started to cry when she saw her mother pull the disk from the computer and give it to her best friend. Of course they heard her crying, but they also smelled her mess. Assuming she was crying because of that she was quickly changed and told sternly by her mother: You wanted to see what it was like to be in diapers again, now you can have them everyday. Sara wanted to tell them what had happened, she wanted to say it was an accident, but all she could do was lay on her bed and cry.