We walked back to my campsite, and the three of them drove off. Now that I was alone, I began to investigate about what happened last night. "Okay... so I definitely wore a diaper last night... and Rosie sucked on that glowing pacifier... I feel like there's a connection here." I began walking over to my diaper shelves, still pondering. "Maybe I actually did wear undies yesterday..." I tugged them a bit. "At least I can get a new diaper on now." I was about to grab one off of the shelf, but I was instead met by a shocking discovery. "A-Whaaa?"

All of my diapers were replaced with panties. Not only that, but my diaper supplies had completely vanished, without a trace. Even my changing mat was gone. "What is going on?!" I exclaimed. "This has to be some kind of sick joke! I mean, all of my diapers, gone?!" I started freaking out.

I got out my phone and called the Able Sisters to see if they had any in stock. "Hello?" a voice answered.

"Hey, Mabel? Are there any... adult diapers still in stock?" I asked, nervously.

"Let me check," she told me. The phone went silent for about a minute before Mabel came back. "Sorry, kiddo. None left. Apparently, we have a surplus of underwear now..."

I felt my heart stop. I hung up and ran my free hand through my hair. "How? What is going on? That pacifier... This isn't some kind of... paranormal activity, is it?" I worried. I texted my friends, "Guys? Do your camps have any spare diapers?"

"Nada," Rosie answered.

"Absolutely none here," Jill typed.

I began to panic. "This can't be real... This isn't some kind of demonic curse or anything, right? But the pacifier..." I gasped as I realized the connection. "The pacifier caused this. It cast some kind of curse on us... but how is that possible?" I suddenly felt the need to go, and pretty badly. "For now, I'm going to need a solution to this problem..."

I felt like I was reliving my very first day at the camp again. I tried looking around for a way to do my business. Going on a tree or bush? That would ruin nature. The river? Same deal. And, of course, I didn't have diapers on me. My only option left was to go in my pants... or so it seemed.

I decided to try my luck one last time at the Nooklings' lot to see if I could find any diaper packages. I didn't find any, but I did come across something interesting. On the back of the mat, I found an actual training potty. It was really cute and shaped like a bird, like an actual children's one, but it was also somewhat bigger. It looked like it was the perfect size for someone like me. "Huh. This might work," I said. I bought it and took it back with me to the campsite.

I situated it in between my wardrobe and former diaper shelves. "Alright. Looking good," I said. "Really need to go, so let's do this." I didn't move. "Do it, yeah..." I once again remained stationary. "Come on, Charlie, get on it." I barely even budged. It was really jarring why I wasn't just sitting on the thing, and I eventually came to a horrifying conclusion. "I forgot how to use the toilet... didn't I?"

That was exactly why I wasn't moving. I dropped my head as I was pretty much forced to wet and mess my pants. "Ugh..." I muttered, staring down at the puddle on the floor. "Now I'll need to clean this up... Definitely not like diapers..." I got cleaned up as best I could and put on a new pair of panties. I figured the others would be freaking out about this, so I decided to video call them. "Guys! All of my diaper stuff is gone! They've been replaced by underwear!"

"Same deal with us," Jack responded.

"Pretty bizarre," Rosie added.

"Not even the Ables or Nooklings have any," I added.

Jill chimed in, texting, "Well, how are we going to... y'know... go?"

"I tried buying a potty, but I..." I began.

"You...?"

"I... guess I forgot how to use toilets after wearing diapers for so long..." I finished.

Jill gave me a caring, almost motherly smile and said, "It's alright, Charlie. We'll figure out a solution."

"I can't help but feel like that glowing pacifier had something to do with it..." I said.

"Like a curse?" Jack asked.

"Exactly!"

"What kind of curse?" Rosie asked.

I told her, "A curse that changed all our diaper stuff into underwear. And it all started with you."

"What?"

"Don't you get it? Because of you and that stupid pacifier, you've brought about some kind of... pottypocalypse!"