It is the dead of night.
You are sitting on your bed, feeling contemplative.
"It's going to happen again." You think to yourself.
A melancholic sigh escapes your mouth, as you look sideways towards your open window.
It is cloudy outside, no stars on sight across the entire night sky.
From beyond the clouds emerges the ever so imposing full-moon, a sight that means to you something a bit different than to most folks.
You are prepared.
Your clothes are already disrobed from you, laying by your side along your pair of glasses.
Your right hand starts turning first. You lift it up as you feel that 'oh so familiar' painless but unsettling sensation.
You stare at what would be your hand with a frown of acceptance; Instead of your hand, at the tip of your forearm is a piece of cotton fabric with an adhesive tape on its edge.
Your transformation into a diaper has begun.
As both your arms slowly change their shape into that of a diaper's folds. Soon begins the transformation of your legs.
Your legs begin to