“What is it?” she’d asked when she’d been handed the wafer. “Mushrooms?”

“Kind of,” the guy had said. She couldn’t even remember his name. He was cute but cute couldn’t fix boring. “They’re magic at least,” he had said.

Magic, what a laugh. She’d been told to let it dissolve. So she had. And absolutely nothing had happened. No buzz. No high. Certainly nothing psychedelic. The party had been a complete bust.

Fortunately it was a warm night out and she needed little more than her leather jacket tossed around her favorite slinky red dress to keep the chill back. The rush of her camaro, as vibrant red as her dress, tearing down old country roads at 90 mile per hour was giving her some kind of thrill. The party had been in the middle of bumfuck nowhere and she was burning the asphalt all the way back to Hicksville. It was still an hour before she’d even see the city.

“Oh fuck me,” she swore as a siren screamed at her. A glance in the mirror showed that she’d picked up a local cop, blue and red reflecting into her face and nearly blinding her. She glanced over to the passenger seat to confirm her purse was there. She’d need to rifle through it for her ID. As she pulled over she glanced in the mirror again and tossed on her best pouty face. Glancing down at her chest, she edged her shoulder out of her strap just right to show an ample amount of cleavage. “Bet on me,” she grinned at herself as she mentally drew up a betting pool as to how quickly she’d be able to get off with a warning.

A figure shuffled up from the car, thick in a coat and with the ridiculous sort of tan ranger hat that only a small town cop would possibly think made them look cool. This was going to be so damn easy.

“Nice car,” the voice was husky, middle age, I’m too old for this shit, and certainly feminine. “Barely saw it with how fast you were tearing down the road honey.”

I’m not your honey, Callie’s lip curled in anger. She bit her lip to try and keep her cool though. Getting angry wasn’t going to get her out of this. “I’m so sorry officer, it’s late. The gas just got away from me.”

“Uh huh,” it was hard to see full details of the officer but she had a nameplate attached to her right pocket that read, “T. Robbins.”

“Where are you coming from,” Officer T. Robbins asked, “Prom?”

Callie laughed, “Of course not officer, I’m 23. I was attending an event at Club 88.”

“Of course you were,” Robbins replied. Her tone clearly indicated disbelief. “What’s your name?”

“Callie Hanson,”

“I don’t suppose you have your ID with you, do you Callie?”

“Of course, it’s right-” that was odd, her purse was no longer in the passenger seat. She unbuckled and leaned over to search the floor of the passenger seat. Surely it had just slid off? Panic welled up inside her as she realized her purse was simply gone. ID, cell phone, registration, all of it. In a slight panic she popped the glove box. Nothing. The back seat?

“No license?” Robbins sounded amused.

“It was right here, in my purse. It must have flown out of the car when you pulled me over.” Callie looked nervously at the officer and tried to crack a smile. “I’m very sorry ma’am but I’m sure you can see there has just been a mixup here.”

Robbins sighed. “Alright Callie, out of the car.”

“But, I-”

“Now,” Officer Robbins bellowed as a mother to a disobedient child. Sheepishly, Callie slithered out of the car. Robbins looked her over with an expression that could only be described as considerable distaste. Finally she reached out, grabbed the strap of Callie’s dress and pulled it back into place, covering her chest back up. “Turn around,” the officer said.

Callie opened her mouth to protest but was cut off before she could even get a word out. “Turn. Around.”

“Please no!” panic welled up in Callie’s voice as the officer wrenched her hands behind her back and the cool feel of silver wrapped around her wrists. She was being cuffed! “What are you doing?”

“You’re under arrest,” Robbins replied. “Come on.” She had one hand on Callie’s wrists and another on her shoulder as she roughly pulled the young woman away from her car and frog marched her to the waiting patrol car. The back door was open and Callie was shoved in before the door was unceremoniously slammed in her face. The seat was horribly uncomfortable, the entire back bench a hardened plastic shell. With her hands cuffed behind her, she slipped right into a cubby on the bench and it was only with considerable effort that she could pull herself forward.

Wha…what’s happening? Her heart began to pound. Her entire body was trembling. Arrest? Didn’t they have to read her rights to her or something? She couldn’t just be cuffed and thrown into a cop car, hauled off to jail right? She’d only been driving a little fast. Her license was in her purse! Her purse was in her car! Damnit she just had to find it! Callie choked back a wale but could do little as the tears began flowing from her face.

“Oh stop sniveling,” Robbins sighed as she pulled herself into the driver’s seat. A metal cage separated the two. “Who owns the car anyway? Your dad?”

“It’s my fucking car!” Callie shouted. “My fucking purse is in the car! Search it!”

Robbins seemed unimpressed. “You’ve got quite a mouth on you honey.”

“You can’t just throw me back here,” Callie growled back. “Don’t you have to read me my rights or something?”

“You watch too much TV,” Robbins chuckled as she reached for the shifter and got the car moving. “You’ll only be with me until your parents come and get you. So you’re in charge. The sooner you tell me the sooner we get you home.”

“I’m 23 you stupid bitch!”

“I don’t know very many twenty three year olds that throw tantrums,” Robbins replied. Finally she turned around and gazed at Callie. “Are you sure you’re not adding twenty years?”

“Yeth! I’m thure I’m three!” Callie slapped her hand over her mouth as the sound of her own voice hit her ears. The frick was that?

“I thought so,” Robbins said. “Good thing I had a booster seat.”

“Boothder theat?” Callie repeated back, inwardly cringing at the sound of her own voice. Something had changed. She was no longer learning against hard plastic. There was padding to the left and right of her, she was sitting in something. Large black straps came across both her shoulders and connected at her waist, where a large buckle was held in place and cutting between her legs. It was…it really was! Somehow a giant booster seat had manifested around her. She was still normal size…her head practically hit the ceiling of the car! Her legs hung loose off the ends of the seat, not quite touching the floor and she could freely swing them. Her hands, no longer cuffed, immediately went to the buckle on the seat.

“I hope I don’t have to get the mittens,” Robbins seemed to be talking to herself. “Be careful with that honey. I know you don’t know how to release it but I don’t want there to be any accidents.”

That was stupid. Of course Callie knew how to release a seatbelt. She just….glared at the straps. It was this dumb three point harness. She wasn’t familiar with it. That was all. Her hands ran over the buckle, probing, pushing, pulling, but the harness would not release. “What the frick…?” she muttered to herself.

“Callie!” Robbins said sharply. “Language!”

The car had started to move and the trees were rushing by, Callie’s power wheels having

long since disappeared. Robbins junky old patrol car would never have caught her pink mustang if she’d actually been trying! “I can say what I want you doodie head,” she scowled at Robbins as she crossed her arms. It was so unfair that she was stuck in the back!

“What’s the matter with you anyway?” Robbins asked. “Is your diaper wet?”

Diaper? She was $#!%($ three years old! She didn’t wear diapers like a baby! As she huffed back against the back of the carseat she felt a crinkle as her underwear cushioned her butt against the back of the seat. Wait..cushioned? With some effort she hiked her dress up between the leg straps of her carseat to reveal a large white diaper. A strip of cartoon baby bears across the front seemed to be laughing at her. Her legs split ever so slightly and the diaper only managed to crinkle as she tried to pull her legs together. “No I’m not wet!” she snapped back. Why the frick was she wearing a diaper?

“Well don’t hold it,” Robbins said. “Your diapers are expensive, we need to use them.”

Absolutely ridiculous of course. She had been potty trained for a year! A year? Years? Anyway, she didn’t just - hsssssssss!. Mortified, Callie looked down and could only watch as a bright yellow stain appeared towards the base of her diaper and spread out in the most taunting manner possible. Her diaper grew warm and wet and began to bunch up around her. She put her hands to her crotch, as if that would stop the flow, but all she managed to do was mush soggy padding against herself. “I….I….”

Robbins was looking at her in the rearview mirror. “I thought so, good thing we got the trests. Those shouldn’t leak on you. I can change you when we get home.”

“But I….” Callie blinked, feeling fresh tears coming to her eyes as she began to gibber and wale. Occasionally she managed a real word like “potty trained” and “big girl”

Robby caught onto that last part, “Honey, big girls use their words. I can’t help you if you’re just going to babble like an infant.”

“Rommy!” Callie slurred, “I… I don’t know whas happenin’ I’ve been potty trained for, umm, a bunch of time. I dun need diapers!”

“Get your paci honey,” Rommy replied. “I clipped it to your onesie.”

“My…onesie,” Callie blinked as she looked down. Somewhat in horror, she realized her dress was mutating before her eyes. It started at the top as the straps expanded into sleeves and the material road up, covering, and smoothing, her chest and stopping just short of her neckline. The material had changed from a slinky soft silk to a thin, robust cotton. In horror she watched as snaps appeared along the base of the dress and it curled up, snapping itself together. By the time it was done, her sexy red dress had become a decidedly juvenile red onesie. And clipped to the neck on a pink lanyard? A pacifier. With a big…bulbous…round…Callie’s lips trembled as she grabbed the guard of the pacifier and greedily stuffed it into her mouth. She began to suck rhythmically and everything began to make just a little more sense. She did really like her paci, anytime she was feeling frustrated it helped. And her diapers? Of course she wore them, she didn’t want to get her pretty clothes wet. Plus, she thought, as she gave herself a good bounce in the carseat, squishy was pretty fun.

“My that’s better,” Rommy said. Rommy? Mommy? Somethin’ like that. Mommy sounded better. Mommy was still talkin’ too, “I’m glad I got that little jacket for you, it’s kind of cold out isn’t it?” Callie couldn’t help but giggle as the silly black leather jacket she had on began to brighten up, the material changing before her eyes to light blue jeans. A bunch of buttons featuring all of her favorite pokemon: pikachu, fennekin, litten appeared on the front of her jacket. It was really neat.

“There’s my happy baby,” mommy said with a smile. “Hold on, I have to make a stop real quick.” They had long since exited the forest and ended up in town. Mommy had pulled up alongside another car and rolled down her window. There was a man sitting in the other car. He looked familiar. And he was pretty!

“Well we got another one,” Mommy said with a smirk of satisfaction.

“They always fall for the old mushroom trick,” the man snorted as he peered into the backseat of the car. “Did a number on her, didn't it? Should I arrange for a buyer?”

“No,” mommy shook her head. “I’ve been waiting for a happy baby. Someone who can appreciate a little magic. Thanks again.”

* * *

COLLEGE STUDENT MISSING!

23 Hours Ago - Callie Hanson, 23, a student at the local college has gone missing. Her car was discovered about seventy miles from her residence in a small wooded area. Friends report that she had gone to a party nearby.

“We’re taking this investigation very seriously,” Theresa Robbins, the local deputy sheriff, told reporters at a press conference. “I’m a mother myself so I know how important it is to bring a baby home.”

The nearby forest has grown quite a reputation as over the last several years six other girls have all disappeared under similar circumstances. The local police promise a full investigation.