And just like that, Maddie very, very uncomfortably adjusts her seating position, worsening the mess in her diaper. You start the car and head for the store. The smell of Maddie's diaper fills up the car after a few minutes; she blushes deeply as you roll down the windows to accommodate that. To make things even worse, she begins to pee herself again. You can tell by how she is gritting her teeth and clenching the front of her diaper with her right hand. By the time you arrive at the store, she feels thoroughly humiliated. She cam barely get the strength to step out of the car, because she knows that her humiliation has just begun.
Spraying some febreeze on Maddison's seat (causing her to again blush and cover her face), and locking the doors with the windows open to air out, you take Madison by the hand and walk into the store.
In the store, you select a package of wipes, a bottle of powder, and a changing mat. As these things are purchased, Madison tries her best to maintain some level of composure. She thought that maybe people wouldn't assume the products were meant to be used on her, but given the combined scent of pee, mess and diaper chemicals coming from her, she doesn't think that the man at the register--or the families with large, time-consuming purchases in front and in back of them--have granted her that benefit of the doubt.
"So... um..." Maddie says, tugging at your shirt as you head to the exit of the store with the bags. "You said you were gonna change me here. So... where are we going to do it?"
You look down at her and smile.