The witch snaps her wand out curtly, and shouts an indecipherable charm. Suddenly, you pop to the floor, unable to move and very small. Your skin feels soft and bushy, and your limited vision allows the glance of a plasticy, white surface.
'We can't be having accidents around here,' Melissa said, grinning proudly at her diaper transformation. 'That's why I'm getting prepared.'
With stiff, unforgiving hands, the witch tugged your new diaper form up onto herself, replaced you with her panties. After she forcefully strapped you on, what does she do?