I'd always told my boys, Andrew and Jason, that anyone that wets the bed has to wear diapers for a full week.  I meant it equally for both of my sons although they were six years apart.  So when my 12-year-old son, Jason, woke up in a wet bed, I'd made him wear diapers for the full week.  His little brother seemed to love it, especially because Jason had teased him so much about his own infrequent accidents.  He'd tried to get out of it multiple times.  He would take it off in the middle of the night or just not wear it at all.  Thankfully, his younger brother was a good watchdog.  

	After the week was over, I'd broken the bad news to him that he'd need to wear for another week since he'd tried to get out of it every single night.  He wasn't very enthused about that.  

	Now, he said he had something to show me in the study.  The room was completely dark.  I flicked the light switch, but nothing happened.  Thankfully, I had my phone.  Using the flashlight, I looked around to see if the light was out but saw something far more distressing.  In the middle of some strange circle, Jason was laying there, completely motionless.  Panicked, I rushed towards him, thinking to make sure he was alright.  Instead, everything went black when I got close.

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	"Are you awake?" a deep voice called out, patting my cheek.  

	"Huh, wha?" I murmured, very disoriented as I slowly came to conciousness.  When my eyes finally opened, I was staring at my own face.  Instinctually, I let out a yelp, and the cry was far more high-pitched than expected...it sounded familiar though.  Jason?

	"Good.  You're okay.  Time to get you in your diapers."

	"Wait, what?" I asked.  Once again, my voice sounded like my son's.  It was perturbing, like I was speaking through a voice modulator.

	"You tried to get out of your diapers last week, Jason.  So you have to wear them all of this week, too."

	"I'm not Jason!" I cried to the wolf who looked very much like me.  "Oh no!" I cried, remembering that he'd been on the floor in the study.  I bolted to my feet only to notice that I was in the study.  Not only that, but the strange circle wasn't here.  Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Jason.  "There you are!" I declared as we approached each other.  As I drew closer, a strange thing occurred - he was matching my movements exactly.  When I reached him, I realized that what I'd really reached...was a mirror.

	"All right.  That's enough playing around, mister.  Time to get you in your diapers."  The figure very easily lifted me off my feet.  After all, he was an adult and I was apparently in Jason's body.  

	"Please stop!" I cried.  "I'm really not Jason.  I'm you!  Something's wrong here!"  The cries went unheeded, however.  He got me onto the changing table and I did my best to squirm and wiggle free.  I didn't need to be in diapers!  I needed to be finding out what was going on!

	"If you don't stop your wiggling, I'll have to spank you, Jason!"

	Of course I wasn't going to stop!  I'm an adult!  As I started to roll off the changing table, he caught me by the scruff.  I let out a loud yelp.  Those adolescent emotions of being held by my father by my scruff came surging through me and I flattened my ears against the gaze of my former body menacingly staring me down.  

	He laid me back down on the table and started the process.  I instinctively stayed still despite the humiliation as whoever this was began to strip me naked and place me into a diaper.  The only thing was...these weren't the diapers that I had Jason wear.  Those ones were plain white.  These ones were pink and had princess designs on them.  I would've tried to bolt, but he was staring me down the entire time.  I knew that if I moved, I would've regretted it.

	My mind grew hazy.  I was looking for someone.  Who was it?

	"All right.  All done." my former body proclaimed.

	That's right.  That was my body.  But who's was I in?  Why did I need to wear diapers?

	I blushed as I looked at the preteen version of myself in the mirror.  I looked ridiculous in these things.

	"Serves you right!" I heard from the doorway.  It was Andrew.  He was snickering.  "How long does he have to wear them?" he asked.

	"A week.  For now." he said, "and for that week, Jason is your little brother, okay?"

	"What!?" I asked, incredulous as I stood slackjawed at the statement.  "Isn't that a bit far?"

	"I think it's just fine.  We can always make it little sister instead.  The pink suits you."

	"Wait, okay, fine!" I called.  Something was off about this.  Wasn't I doing something?  Andrew wasn't my brother...was he?  He was something to me.

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	Hours passed and things just got more and more confusing as time passed.  I could recall fewer and fewer details about what happened.  All I knew was that I'd tried to get out of being in diapers and ended up having to wear thicker pink ones as a result.  I guess that serves me right, huh?

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	Meanwhile, in the other room, Jason reveled in his new body.  This spell was amazing.  He'd actually managed to switch places with his father.  Eventually, his father would forget who he was and revert to the mindset of a child his age with all of Jason's memories.  He would finally get back at him for the diapers.  For the groundings.  For the spankings.  Those diapers were going to last longer than a week.  He'd make sure of it.