You feel very uncomfortable all night as Sarah tosses and turns and pushes her legs together in the sleeping bag. You also feel grossed out that you've been soaked by your own sister, but you're just going to have to get used to it if you want to be able to get some sleep.

But oh wait, you're a diaper, you can't sleep. Darn.

The next morning, Sarah gets out of her sleeping bag and wakes all her friends.
"Hey, guys! It's morning! We'll only have a little bit of time before you guys have to go home."

Milly and Sally yawn and stretch, but eventually get out of their sleeping bags as well.
"You might want to take that diaper off now." Milly tells Sarah.

"Yeah, gimme a minute and I will." Sarah then goes to the bathroom and takes you off. Then--forgetting that her wet diaper is actually her brother--she folds you up and throws you into the trash.

"Wait! No! Sarah!!!!" You yell. But it's no use, she can't hear you.

You spend the next many hours, inside the trash can. Eventually you get used to the smell, but pretty soon people start using the bathroom. Used toilet paper starts to stack up on top of you. Now, you can hardly see anything anymore.

It's been about a day since you first got put into the trash, and you really wanted to cry, but you couldn't. Because you are--of course--nothing but an 8-year-old girl's old soiled diaper that is now completely useless.
 
You gasp as you realize the can is being lifted from the ground and being dumped into one big bag; it's trash night.

"No!" You scream, but again, it's no use.

You are put into a big can on the front lawn of the house, and pretty soon a big trash truck comes (or at least you hear it, because you're surrounded by other trash so you can't see a thing) and a man dumps all the bags inside, you with it.

The truck squeals and starts to take off.

Sarah comes out and fires the ray gun at you to turn you back just in time and transforms you into a fresh new diaper. As the truck stops at the next house Sarah ask if she can get something out of the trash she didn't mean to throw away. As she reaches your bag you see her rip it open, her face appears and says, "There you are!" and pulls you out. The trash-men think she's weird but forget about it as it's just some little 8 year old girl. As she makes it back into the house she walks up stairs and lays you on Kelly's changing table. She grabs Kelly and begins to change her diaper. "Silly Sarah forgot that Kelly needs diapers too." She cleans Kelly off, tapes her dirty diaper shut and throws it into the diaper bin.

"You worked pretty well as a diaper big bro. Sorry that I got carried away but I can't give you your old body back. I can however shoot this ray gun at you to make you brand new again or even change your inanimate shape. That also means that whenever Kelly needs changing all I have to do it shoot this ray gun at her butt and you become fresh again. Kelly will never have to be changed and mom won't ever have to spend money on diapers again, leaving more money for me and Kelly of course." Talking to herself she says, "How will I explain your disappearance you ask? I won’t have to.” She then turns around and shoots the ray gun into the air making an exact duplicate of you. “The ray gun also works as cloning tool just in case things like this happen. He’s like you in every way.” Your clone walks out of the room looking as if he’s a little confused and annoyed he was in the same room as your sister. “If I have to I may mess with him as well." She then grabs you, slides you under Kelly and tapes you shut. Your body feels the same as before but now you know that it will be a long time before you leave your new owner’s body Kelly. “There! Now I don’t have to send you to the dump and Kelly or even I can use you as many times as we want without having to worry about how many diapers we have left. When Kelly starts to potty train I’ll eventually turn you into my panties. Then when I finally get my period I’ll use you for my feminine hygiene.”