''... ... .....w- whuh...

...a-ah... w-where am I...?

Whoa... Ammah'... I'm tiny...

Dia-p-peh's... Bottle... of... babbee powdah'...???...''

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I wake up slowly. Mind fuzzy. I must've been sleeping for hours now! Around me are light-blue walls covered in crayon-style suns and white cloud patterns. Next to me, a small bottle of baby powder sits... next to the changing table I'm lying on, on my back, my lower body put away snugly in a soft, warm, fresh daytime diaper. I feel heavenly. But at the same time, I'm starting to feel a bit lonely. I touch my comfy diaper with one of my now WAY smaller forepaws. My tiny white tail starts wagging back and forth once I rub the cotton of my diaper. I turn onto my belly, try to stand on all fours and proceed to carefully climb off the mat I was lying on, and slept on for who knows how long. How old, or how young, am I? Five? Four? Am I a preschooler? Or even... ...even ...an actual TODDLER...

Just as I turn around in order to inspect the strange nursery room I'm currently in, I hear a cracking noise, and the big, BIG wooden door in a corner of the room opens up...
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A cute little story about my personal OC, with an open ending to make it more interesting. I LOVE making art of my own and others' characters getting into these types of mysterious yet cute scenarios, and exploring the world through the eyes of an unknowing, three- or four-year-old toddler, Rugrats style. Who is that person entering the nursery? Perhaps a kind woman who owns this house, who notices me toddling around on all fours in my warm diaper, and decides to take charge? I would really appreciate that if I were to regress to that low age and feel lonely afterwards. Being a diaper-wearing toddler is fun -- but only when there's someone who is willing to look after you, and maybe some friends of about your current age to play silly and simple games with.