Not All Kids Wear Big Kid Clothes

Moving to a new neighborhood was supposed to be exciting, but nothing could have prepared me for what was waiting for me at our new home. I'm
Eight years old and feeling more like a big kid every day, I never imagined I'd be stepping backward instead of forward. Yet here I was, standing in my new room.
It wasn't just any kid's room. No, it was something I had only seen in baby stores or on TV. The walls were covered in My Little Pony wallpaper, each character smiling at me as if they were in on some big secret. The crib in the corner seemed to mock me, and the changing table made my stomach churn.
"I'm not wearing a diaper," I protested, my voice shaking slightly as my mom stood there holding one in her hand. The diaper was baby-sized, unmistakably meant for me.
"I didn't make the rules, Kajabbi," Mom said gently, though there was an edge of finality in her tone. "Lay down so I can put your diaper on."
I looked around the room, hoping for some escape or maybe even a sign that this was all a bad dream, but the room stayed stubbornly real. With a heavy sigh, I lay down on the changing table.
Mom was quick and efficient, removing my panties and replacing them with the diaper. She applied baby powder, the scent filling the room and making everything feel even more surreal. She pulled the diaper up, securing it snugly around me. "You go in your diaper from now on. You're not toilet-trained anymore," she stated, leaving no room for argument.
With the diaper fastened, she left the room. I sat up, feeling the unfamiliar bulk between my legs. The diaper crinkled with every movement. I spotted a pacifier on the side of the crib. Picking it up, I rotated it in my hands, examining it carefully.   "Mum do  have to use this  too? I said "yes you do Kajabbi, it's part of being a baby again". You need to wear your diapers and use your pacifier just like a real baby. But you don't have to eat baby food but I do have feed you a bottle and also feed you your meals in a high chair. This is your new life as a baby again."
Tears pricked at my eyes as I looked around the room once more, taking in all the signs of my sudden regression. How did this happen? Why was this happening to me?
it's the law at our new neighborhood that all children under the age of ten have to wear diapers but treated as normal kids
I put the pacifier in my mouth, feeling a sense of sense embarrassment and confused. Why was this happening to me? Wasn't I too old for this?
As I sat there in my new room, wearing a diaper and sucking on a pacifier. "Nap time"
said mum and I laid down. I couldn't help but wonder if there were other kids like me in this neighborhood. Kids who didn't wear big kid clothes, but instead wore diapers and acted like babies.
That night, as Mom tucked me into my crib and turned off the light, I stared up at the ceiling thinking about my new life. I wondered how long this would last and if things would ever go back to normal. But deep down, a small part of me was also excited about what was to come in this strange new world where not all kids wore big kid clothes.  We were still treated like kids but in diapers  and with pacifiers,