Laura woke up and stretched. She yawned as she looked around, taking in her surroundings. Light shone through the same window that she had climbed into last night. In the light of day, she felt foolish for being as scared as she had been the night before, literally peeing herself in fear. An off-putting odor reached her nostrils. She looked down at her feet, wondering if she’d stepped in something.
Then, as she stood up, she felt an unfamiliar weight in her diaper. Laura gasped. During the night, she had filled her diaper with poop. She had to change. However, at the sound of footsteps and voices above her head, changing out of the dirty diaper became a secondary mission. She couldn’t be seen by whoever lived in this house.
Laura looked over at the window she had climbed through the night before. There was a shelf conveniently located underneath it. The climb up and out would be difficult, but not impossible. She popped her pacifier back in her mouth, put her backpack on, and scaled the shelf and out the window, scraping herself and smearing the poop in her diaper along the way.
Pleased and proud, Laura decided to rest for a moment before continuing her journey. Unfortunately, at that exact moment, the someone came out of the house and spotted her.
“Oh, goodness!” gasped the woman that had emerged from the house. Laura’s heart began to race. She had just escaped from the house, she couldn’t go back in! She got to her feet and toddled away as fast as her little legs could take her. But the woman caught up to her quickly. “You poor thing, you’re all scraped and dirty and, ooh, you have a really stinky diapy.” The woman looked around. “I don’t see anyone who might be your parents…you’re coming inside with me.”
“No!” Laura whined.
“Yes, you are,” the woman said firmly. “At the very least, we need to get you out of that messy diaper and into a clean one before you get a rash!” At the mention of diaper rash, Laura decided to give in. She didn’t want to deal with having a diaper rash on top of having an actual diaper.
The woman carried Laura inside, then went straight to a bathroom, where she removed Laura’s clothes and diaper, then bathed her. Laura shivered at the embarrassing nature of being bathed by someone else, which the woman interpreted as meaning the water wasn’t warm enough. After the bath, Laura was put into a fresh diaper, a toddler T-shirt, and then dropped in a playpen in the living room.
It all had happened with such military precision and speed, Laura’s head spun. Somewhere along the way, her backpack had left her possession. Now, the woman was going through it, trying to find any evidence for where Laura might have come from.