You roll your eyes but let him take your clothes off until he brings out a folded white square, the soft crinkling making it obvious.
"Rule 2! Since you aren't allowed big boy clothes anymore, your cute little butt is gonna be padded from now on! On your back, honey."
You huff

decided on some new rules for you."
You raise your eyebrows in surprise, squirming in his lap but his large hands hold you steady. "New rules?"
He smiles down at you. "That's right! Rule #1-" He pauses to grip your t-shirt and begins to pull it off.
"-No more big boy clothes."

You sigh as he makes his way to the couch, tugging you along with him until you're sprawled out in his lap.
"Come right in," you mutter and you feel his laugh rumble against you. "What do you want?"
He laughs again, giving your soft stomach a gentle squeeze. "Well, Mom-Molly and I

Maybe your scales will melt away to the soft fur of a newborn lion cub, matching the newborn sized diaper you thought wouldn't fit you, just the perfect size for your new mommy to hold you close and let you empty out her milk filled breasts with your new cub mindset!

Her milk is so delicious, so tasty, that it makes your head feel funny and your thoughts all snap, crackle and pop!

Your time running a successful company melts away, just as sure as lifelong lessons about the alphabet, numbers and language until you're a newborn infant in her arms.

Thank goodness Swaddlemancers also learn hedge magic of magically refilling their own supply of breastmilk to tend to all the needy newborn nurslings they nurture, and then a single suckling session can render the new baby all happy and docile by annihilating what remains of their adult thoughts!

Far too many abandoned hospitals have incubator rooms strangely still active, with little ankle bands you swear won't fit you with your name already written on them!

Linger too long, and a ghost is sure to stick you into a newborn diaper and place you inside to grow beyond your first few days!