Ok, the lights were out. It was time for Kyle to make his move. First, off came the brightly colored t-shirt. Feeling the cool breeze sweeping through the room ruffle his chest fur, he smiled and placed his paws...er...hands on the bed and stomped his feet until his pant legs were tugged down by the motion. Stepping out of them, Kyle's fingers lingered near his briefs. He knew it was the clothing, not the collar keeping him little, but some part of him was all too modest to go streaking through the night completely naked. Best leave the underwear for now, escape, and then remove them once he was safe. The transformation back to human wasn't instantaneous, he knew, so it didn't really matter if he took them off now or not.

The door opened softly, allowing him into the hallway. There were no locks on this door, nor upon any of the doors. His captors didn't believe in them. Quietly, but swiftly he padded along, keeping a wary eye for a guard roaming the halls. The darkness inspired a slight fear in him, a fear he hadn't felt as a twenty five year old thief, but he tried to shove it aside and focus. He could see the main entry way, the portal to the 'playground', and beyond that, freedom.

The night air welcomed him heartily, and he shivered, suddenly cold. Far colder then he should have been, considering his furry 'coat'. Kyle felt a strange tightening in his chest as he looked out at the forest from the doorway, and then all of a sudden, the tightening was centralized...a bit lower. Looking down in horror, he saw his underwear, brightly colored and decorated in the style of human children, thicken and puff out, the cloth material they were made of crinkling and becoming stiff. A pale blue number shown through the front of the transforming garment, blinking. '4', it stated silently, though as he watched, horrified and transfixed, the number began counting backwards, stopping at '2'.

Looking back up, Kyle could see that the distance from the compound to the forest now stretched miles rather then simple yards. As he took a step back, recoiling in fear, the diaper he was now wearing creaked and popped, the noises deafening to his sensitive triangular ears. Over the din, he heard another sound, a door being opened, and he spun around to face whatever had walked up behind him. The sudden movement was a bit much for him in his current state, and he fell backwards onto his tail. The diaper softened the blow, but tears shown in his eyes nonetheless. He was very scared.

"My poor child,", the shadowy figure intoned. "All alone out here in the dark! Where did you think you were going?"

"Are...are you my momma?" the little child asked haltingly, as though speaking for the first time. Some part of Kyle wanted to demand the exit, but something in him now desired that question answered moreso then anything he'd every wanted before.

"No, hun, but if you come with me, I'll take you to her. Would you like that?"

Kyle nodded.

"Alright, arms up, let me see you...oh, such a heavy little thing you are! Come on now...we'll pass the barracks on the way back in. That way, anyone else trying to escape will see what eventually awaits them if they continue as they do. You humans are so predictable...and so modest. It's very becoming."

If Kyle heard or even understood, he gave no sign. Instead, he had buried his face in the hair and shoulder of this shadowy angel, seeking the warmth that the night air had stolen away.