Your mother and father have spent the last two hours getting cleaned up for their night out. It seems strange to you that they are going out on a Sunday. You try to ask your mother about this, but just explains that its a work related thing for your father.
You grumble to yourself as you continue to wander around the house. Even though your room is full of dolls and stuffed animals, you have no desire to resort to acting juvenile. To your parents, it looks as if you are just getting cranky and on the verge of throwing a tantrum.
Sarah arrives at five o'clock. Your parents welcome her inside and give her instructions for the evening. Before rushing out the door, your mother and father both give you a big hug and kiss goodbye.
You are now left alone with Sarah.
"So munchkin, what do you want to do tonight?" Sarah asks you, kneeling down and looking you in the eye.
"I want to go to Prom!" You exclaim as you put your hands on your hips and attempt your most intimidating pout ever.
"Sorry, munchkin, but only big girls get to go to Prom," Sarah replies, ruffling your hair. "You'll get to go someday."
You angrily stomp off to your room. Not even your best friend recognizes you anymore. Maybe you will just have to grow back up. But that isn't fair! You start to kick and scream as you work yourself in a hysterical tantrum. Within minutes, you are on your bed sobbing.
Sarah runs into the room and sees you crying. Thinking that she was the cause of it, she tries her best to comfort you.
"How about we play dress up?" Sarah offers. "That way you can dress up like a princess and we can have our own Prom here."
You sniffle as you look at Sarah through your bloodshot eyes. It wasn't much, but at least it was better than spending your entire night crying.
Sarah helps you off the bed and she walks you over to your costume chest. Inside of the chest are all kinds of costumes, not to your dismay they are mostly for princess and ballerinas. One particular item catches your attention though, a pair of white cotton panties with the words, "daddy's little girl", written on them.
"These are for you," You say mischievously as you hand them to Sarah.
"These are so cute!" Sarah replies, as she pulls them up over her jeans attempting to make you laugh.
You giggle to yourself as you watch Sarah. Hopefully, the cursed panties will find someone else to victimize and you can return to your old life.
Sarah gets a strange look on her face, as if she was in pain. She stops what she is doing and immediately runs to the bathroom. Judging from the sounds that she is making, she is vomiting heavily.
Several minutes pass and Sarah finally emerges from the bathroom. Much to her chagrin, she is now as tall and as old as you. She is no longer wearing jeans and a sweater; her outfit changed to a pair of black tights, with a blue ruffled skirt, and a long sleeve black turtleneck.
"What did you do?" Sarah screamed as she raced towards you.
You quickly explain to Sarah how to bought the panties at the mall the day before. As if a light went on in her head, she suddenly began to remember everything.
"But what do we do now?" Sarah asked, shrugging her shoulders.
"For starters, you two are going to brush your teeth before changing into your pajamas," Your mother said turning the corner. "I think you've played enough for tonight. Sarah, I talked to your mother and she said that it was okay for you to spend the night tonight. She'll pick you up after kindergarten tomorrow."
You and Sarah give each other worried glances. After you have finished your nightly routine and and dressed for bed, you and Sarah finally have some alone time to talk.
"This could be the greatest thing that has ever happened to us!" Sarah exclaims, having gotten used to being a child again.
"I know, right!" You giggle. "We are going to be the smartest people in our class."
"We won't make the same mistakes that we made the first time through school," Sarah replies looking up at the ceiling from her sleeping bag.
"Thank you for doing this with me, Sarah," You gratefully tell her.
"No, thank you for wanting me to join you," Sarah replies. "I just wish that I didn't have to wear Goodnites."
"Same here," You respond, poking your diaper through your nightgown. "We just need to relearn how to not have nighttime accidents. And if that's the worst thing we have to deal with, then I'm okay with that."
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