Laura wakes up the next day to a putrid smell and something mushy in her pull-up. Her mouth drops open in horror. How did she mess herself while she slept? She’s five, not two!
Laura bursts into tears at the humiliation. Eventually, she can’t ignore the mess in her pull-up anymore and gets up to change herself. She grabs a new pull-up, but then waffles. Pull-ups aren’t meant for poop. Sure, she should be fine while awake. But does she want to risk it? She did poop herself yesterday, even if it was on purpose.
As she’s trying to decide what to do, her bladder lets loose. Her pull-up is filled beyond the point of bursting and leaks. She swallows. Diapers, it is. At least she won’t be in them for too long. She’s going to get to the magic shop today, come hell or high water.
Laura takes a bath to properly clean herself, reluctantly tapes on a diaper, and gets dressed in her niece’s boyish clothes. Looking at her reflection, she’s frustrated to see that the bulge of her diaper is evident and makes her look younger than she is. She grabs everything, including the dice from the safe, and puts it all into a backpack. Hopefully she won’t run into a situation similar to yesterday’s.
She locks the door on her way out and decides to bike to the magic shop. She’ll get there much faster that way, and she wants to reduce how much time she spends in a diaper. The diaper cushions her in a surprisingly comfortable way as she bikes. She resists the urge to stop at an arcade, desperate to be out of diapers as soon as possible.
Finally, she arrives at the address where the magic shop is supposed to be. And just in time. Her bladder and bowels are both bursting.