Post by Tamara Sulik on Feb 26, 2016 18:52:46 GMT -6
The first thing that came to Tamara’s mind when she woke up was that something smelled. Like, really bad. Like a dirty diaper. Only it did not make sense, because Mikael was fifteen and had long been clean and she was not old enough to be wearing old people’s diapers. Must be a dream. She tried to settle back to sleep, only the smelled stayed. And something felt weird. In her pants, that is. Like... she was the one causing all that smell? She tried to sit, found it incredibly harder than it should. Everything looked big around her, but she paid little attention. She focused on the smell. And... the hell!? She was wearing a diaper. A freaking diaper! A dirty one at that. No way. No. Freaking. Way.
It was then that she looked around and noticed that things didn't seem right. It was her room alright, but the proportions, they were off. Like it was too big compared to what it usually was. She fought with the diaper, doing all she could to get rid of it. As she kept fighting with it, she started crying and making other baby sounds. She wanted to complain but she wanted out the diaper first. Which she did, eventually.
She wiped herself with the sheets. Not the smartest thing to do but the bed seemed so high. She must be on drugs. Or someone played a prank on her. She felt something moving under the sheets and taken by surprised, she startled. And ended up falling off the bed. Leaving a butt naked baby version of Tamara cry as loud as her lungs could allow it. Which seemed to be a lot louder than her adults lungs allowed, oddly enough, but even that thought did not stop her for crying still.