The humiliation of being turned into a baby girl and then wetting yourself has left you defeated. You allow yourself to be led down to corridor.
You struggle to keep your balance as you walk and rely on Sandra's mother's hand to steady your self.
You and Sandra are led through a door into a room decorated in white and pink. Against one wall is a cot and next to that is a changing table.
"I'd better get you cleaned up first." She lifts you up onto the table, leaving Sandra on the floor. From under the table she retrieves a disposable diaper and some baby wipes then begins cleaning your legs. The wipes are cold against your skin but you're glad to no longer be covered in your own pee. She unfolds the diaper and slides it under your bottom and fastens you into it.
"Okay, Sandy's turn." She lifts Sandra onto the table.
You offer each other a sympathetic look before you are lifted off the table and placed back on the floor.
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