Allie was terriffied to see her brother turning into a toddler. She also felt like she would be shrinking, and getting smaller. When it stopped, Kennedy seemed to have grown. Wait, no. Kennedy hadn't grown, she had shrunken, and not only that. Allie touched her body. Her boobs were gone, and she was flat. She noticed that she wasn't wearing the same clothes again. She was now wearing her old Elsa T-shirt, and her old jeans.
Allie looked at Kennedy in horror.
"How is this possible?" she managed to say...
"Just a little magic. Since you think only babies wear diapers, I decided to adjust your ages appropriately."
"If he's a toddler, then I am..."
"10 years old, give or take a few months." Kennedy finished Allies sentence.
Allie felt dizzy. This can't be happening, she thought to herself. Then she felt something warm in her pants, and heard a faint hissing sound. She looked down, and saw the crotch of her blue jeans turning darker, and then her tigths, as her pee flowed down her legs.
"Allie, potty pants." said James.
"Oh, looks like you had an accident. Are you sure you don't need diapers?" said Kennedy.
"It was an accident." said Allie who was now standing in a puddle of her own pee.
"That's what I said. I didn't think you did that on purpose." said Kennedy. "All right. Lets get you cleaned up. Take of your pants, and socks. I don't want you to drip pee all the way to the bathroom."
She looked at blushing Allie. "No need to be modest. James is just a toddler, and I'm a woman."
And then she just opened Allie's jeans, pulled them down her ankles. Allie stepped out of her pants, and took of her socks, and dropped the on her soaked pants, and panties. Kennedy bundled her clothes together so that they wouldn't drip pee on the floor, and guided James, and bottomless Allie towards the bathroom.
"Hmm... Since I didn't prepare lots clothing for a 10 years old, you have three choices once you get cleaned up. You can either go bottomless in the house, wear your brother's clothes, or wear his diapers. But if there will be more accidents, it's diapers till your parents get home. What's it gonna be?"
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