Sunny honestly wasn't sure what she was expecting when Hitch came into their hotel room and saw her padded and foalish state. But to be completely fair to the stallion, he was really no different than she had been when she first saw Sprout yesterday at breakfast; mildly amused at best, and just mostly curious.

So here she laid back on her bed, with Hitch next to her, and Izzy on her bed on the other side of the center nightstand, as they watched a sitcom on the television.

"So..." Sunny began, shifting her hind legs ever so slightly, her wet diaper crinkling in response. "Sprout told me that this was pretty much your idea. Care to explain where you thought that up?"

Hitch cleared his throat, surprised that word had gotten around this quickly.

"Well, I'll just say that you don't spend this much time as an involved sheriff without getting to know all the odds and ends of Maretime Bay. Mayflower is a model citizen, and she knows her clientele very well. After Sprout toppled the lighthouse, I really wasn't sure how I was going to be able to keep him from behind bars. As misguided as his power trip was, I still consider him a friend. I also didn't want Phyllis to escape her share of the responsibility either. So I remembered Mayflower's little shop on the west side of town, and asked her where one might buy, or make some adult-sized foal furniture. Her answer was pretty straight forward; CanterLogic. So the next day, I made the suggestion to Phyllis that it might be best if we give Sprout a way to more or less 'start over'. I didn't really let it slip the added stress of effectively making him a foal again, but I thought that would be a good second chance for her too, for them both to grow and move past their mistakes. To be perfectly honest, I was pretty much expecting her to ask me to babysit when she would have to return to work, but it turns out, Izzy is probably a much better choice than I ever would have been."

Hitch paused to sip at his glass of orange juice that Izzy had poured him after he had arrived.

"Even though I warned Phyllis that it was entirely possible that he would begin to wrap his mind around this treatment and embrace it as a fetish, I really wasn't expecting that he would warm up to this treatment so quickly. But I guess that's a testament to how fun Izzy can make things. Phyllis told me that he, completely on his own, volunteered to help the construction teams with the lighthouse after some gut-punching remorse. It works out the best for everyone, I suppose. The lighthouse gets done a little quicker, Phyllis gets a new appreciation for the way she's treated her son, Sprout gets a new side of himself, Mayflower gets a little more business, and, well, honestly, I haven't quite figured you out yet, Sunny," Hitch confessed, glancing down at her diaper.

Sunny blushed lightly. She knew she would never come clean about what she and Izzy did after breakfast, nor what she had called her, but she was warming up to this just as quickly as Sprout had, and no doubt it was also, like him, due to how involved Izzy was as an enthusiastic foalsitter.

"Well, in a way, I suppose I should be thanking you for this curiosity," Sunny replied, smiling at him.

Sunny's grumbling stomach cut off any potential reply she was about to get from Hitch.

"I heard that. I think it's getting to be time for lunch," Izzy said over from her bed. She sat up, swung her legs off the edge of the bed, and hopped down to the floor, and went over to the small kitchenette that was around the corner from the bathroom and shower, an began preparing what looked like carrot dogs.

"So, you thinking about getting some adult-sized foal furniture of your own when the lighthouse is rebuilt?" Hitch asked Sunny.

"I... Honestly hadn't thought that far ahead yet. Izzy's offered to bring me along to Sprout's tomorrow. I'm still thinking about that," Sunny answered.

"Well, if it's something you end up doing, I hope you have fun. I'll see about making time to drop by on my break tomorrow," Hitch told her.

A minute later, Izzy turned back to the beds and came up in between them, levitating a single loaded carrot dog on a plate over to Hitch, along with one for her. Sunny began to wonder where hers was, when she saw a bowl and spoon also in her glowing grasp of her horn.

"Don't give me that look, little Sunny. You got lucky with the pizza last night, but you're not old enough for carrot dogs. This is for you," Izzy said, raising the spoon up out of the bowl, revealing a light golden goop in the bowl. The rubber-coated spoon was swiftly placed in her mouth, where it was scraped off with the top of her lip, and the taste was immediately familiar to the earth pony.

Applesauce.

The bowl was easily large enough for an adult's appetite, and for every bit of her carrot dog that she took, three spoonfuls were given to Sunny. Over the course of five minutes, everypony had ate themselves or been fed, and right after Izzy levitated the plates, bowl, and spoon over to the small sink, her attention turned back to Sunny, or more specifically, the wet diaper taped around her legs.

"Alright, little missy. I think somepony needs a change," Izzy told her matter-of-factly, as Sunny felt herself get picked up by the unicorn's magic, and levitated over to Izzy's bed as a fresh diaper was pulled from the pack on the floor, along with the pack of wipes and the bottle of foal powder being set next to her as she was set down onto the sheets.

As Sunny risked the briefest of glances over at Hitch, who was trying very hard to keep his attention on the TV, she honestly wasn't able to tell who was more embarrassed.

As Izzy pulled the diaper tapes off one by one, the earth mare figured she at least partially deserved it for the glances she risked taking at Sprout yesterday...

Author's Note

Apologies for the wait that went over a week; I had a simply insane amount of traffic on Forgotten: Sunrise.