As Trevor was driven home he reflected on his day. It had been the best day he had had since his life had inexplicably changed. Getting to wear regular boy clothes had been a highlight. And getting to speak freely with Jon and Biff and be understood was great too. For now he was very content. He was strapped securely into a strangely large baby seat in the back of the car. The straps were quite tight and came up between his legs. For once he was glad to be wearing a diaper as it reduced the tightness of the strap on his crotch. His tummy was full of milk and the motion of the car was making him drowsy. He was fighting to keep his eyes open, surprised to be feeling so tired ago early in the night. He was losing the fight and his eyes closed.
The next thing Trevor knew he was waking up in a parked car. His "mommy" had opened his door and was leaning across him to unbuckle his seat. The first thing he became aware of was the deep cleavage of her full breasts as she leaned over him. Without even thinking he had reached out and grabbed one of her breasts and started to paw at it. If he had his usual strength he would have ripped her top open but with the spell effecting him the best he could do was helplessly grab at the material. His hand was swatted away and he was picked up out of the seat.
The next thing Trevor noticed was that his diaper was wet. He must have peed in it while he slept. He was still very drowsy from his nap and struggled to gather his thoughts. The wet diaper was making him uncomfortable and he tried to express this to the woman carrying him but he couldn't string a sentence together and even if he could, she wouldn't have understood him. Trevor started to squirm and his frustration bubbled over. Before he knew it he was openly crying. He wanted this nightmare to end but he couldn't see how it would.
Sharon presumed Trevor's annoyance was due to his wet diaper which she could feel. Either that or he was a mix of hungry and tired. She hurried towards the door, trying to sooth him with gentle words. "It's OK sweetie. We're home now. Why don't I get you out of that wet diaper and get your jammies on. Then you can have a little feed before bed." Trevor, in his annoyed state could barely hear what she was saying. But he did hear the word "feed" which calmed him down a little. He couldn't wait to get his hands and mouth around those delicious breasts. His mind snapped back to reality and he tried with all his willpower to stop crying. With maximum effort he managed to tone it down to occasional whimpering and sniffles.
As they entered the house, Sharon made a bee line for the small nursery that was Trevor's room. She sat him down on the floor and quickly pulled his dress over his head. She put the dress in the laundry and went to get some clean pyjamas downstairs. Trevor noticed she left her phone in the room and he wanted to see if he could unlock it to maybe get online, something he had really missed lately. He stood up, now wearing only a small vest with ruffled edges on the straps, a pair of tights and a sagging diaper between his legs. He tried to walk over to the phone which took him a lot longer than normal. It was a real struggle for him to keep his balance but he was proud of himself when he made it five or six steps without falling over. He grabbed Susan's phone and turned on the screen. "That's weird," he thought,"its all scrambled, with loads of weird symbols." He couldn't figure out what it said or even guess which symbols to push. With a sinking feeling, Trevor realised that the phone was normal, it was him who had changed. "Oh shit. I can't read," he said aloud. Before he could get too upset about it he saw Susan coming back into the room carrying a very girly, pink nightdress. She saw Trevor holding her phone and reached down to take it back. Trevor tried to hold on to it but it was embarrassing how much stronger Susan was than him. She put the phone in her back pocket and smiling said to Trevor, "OK sweetie, let's get you changed." She scooped him up and placed him on a changing table. She removed his vest and then pushed him onto his back. She peeled his tights off and removed the wet diaper. She gave him a good wipe all over and then quickly put a clean diaper on him. She helped him back to a sitting position and put the nightdress over his head before pulling it down into place. Trevor looked down at what he was wearing. The front of the night dress said "cutest little princess" but he couldn't read it. It was bright pink and the neckline and sleeve ends had frilly lace all around them. Trevor stood up and saw it was quite short. It barely went halfway down his thighs and did very little to cover his diaper up.
Now that she was in the privacy of her own home, Susan took her blouse completely off. She stood before Trevor in just her skirt and bra and when she saw his eyes drawing in on her breasts and fixing on them she giggled and asked if he'd like a little feed. Trevor could barely think straight. All he wanted right know was to suckle on her breasts and taste her warm milk. He made his way over to her, losing his footing on the last step. Susan caught him and preventing him from falling. She scooped him up and sat in a comfortable chair that was in the room for this purpose. She got Trevor comfortable on her lap and freed one of her breasts from her bra. There were a few drops of milk on her nipple as her milk had started to flow when she saw how eager Trevor was. She guided her nipple into his mouth. He cupped her breast with one hand and started to suck with enthusiasm.
