There were dozens, maybe hundreds, of pink dresses stacked in drawers and hung on coat hangers with countless packages of diapers stacked all over the place. For the first few days, I’d still been able to tell if my diaper was wet, but after a week I began to have to rely on diaper checks to tell me if I needed a change.

All our cellphones seemed to have disappeared like our clothes, so there was no way to try to contact the outside world.Just how feminine I looked should have been a clue to me but it didn’t even occur to me that it was a sign of things to come. It was fine, white powder all right, but there were little sparkles in it, like someone had mixed in glitter. This was the beginning of a very strange transformation and he had no idea what was going to happen next. And as though just to make the fact that I was now pooping my diapers even more humiliating, every time I pooped I’d let out these noisy farts. I kind of felt bad about doing it, but with their almost infantile minds, Nicole and Claire didn’t care.

I’d never been proud of being hairy or anything, but I one day I noticed that the little beard I had been growing was gone. Hank gave his brother-turned-sister a look that screamed 'You're crazy', and continued talking, "Well. I hated it, knowing that every time I ate I was filling my stomach with what was pretty much diaper powder and water but it wasn’t like I had a choice in the matter. It makes peoples' bodies change sometimes, but the transformations can be reversed when you leave, if you want them to be.Talk of trying to get to the car had stopped by the third day and the very idea of leaving the house seemed to have left my friends’ minds by the fourth. I wasn’t happy with any of the changes of course, but at that point I was just trying to ride it out. By just before dinnertime on the third day, Nicole stood up, took one halfhearted step towards the bathroom before giving up and letting loose in her diaper. I said, trying desperately to get a normal response “You’re wearing a diaper with stinky, icky poop in it!

The diapers and dresses had been bad to get used to, but at least I’d known that as soon as I took them off I’d be back to my male self.Except thinking back to looking at the house from the day before, I realized that despite the huge size of the house, there was only one bathroom. Aqua, Aloe Barbadensis Leaf Juice*, Coco-Glucoside, Sodium Coco-Sulfate, Linum Usitatissimum Seed Extract*, Olea Europaea Fruit Oil*, Moringa Pterygosperma Seed Extract, Glyceryl Oleate, Saccharide Isomerate, Sodium Lauroyl Glutamate, Glycerin, Citric Acid, Sodium Benzoate, Benzyl Alcohol, Sodium Dehydroacetate, Potassium Sorbate, Sodium Phytate, Maltodextrin, Sodium Citrate, Sodium Chloride. I sighed and took a bite, hopeful that whatever resistance I seemed to have to the powder would hold up until I could figure out a solution. They were still fully potty trained, but mentally the idea of going anywhere except their diapers didn’t even occur to them.

I lay back on the third mat and stuck my thumb in my mouth while Mommy Emma and Mommy Ally changed Nicole and Claire’s messy diapeys.Since it seemed to be the key to my problems, I tried to at least understand it, even if getting rid of it was apparently impossible.