This was fun, up until the downgrade to diapers and the bath. But it’s time to go. Laura gets to her feet and toddles over to the table. She grabs the backpack and puts it on.
“Tag!” shouts a child, running past Laura and tapping her. Well, it’s not like Laura will be able to get to the magic shop before dark. She might as well play a bit more, then return to the daycare she slept in the night before. Gleefully, Laura joins in the game of tag.
Like before, the thing to draw Laura out of playing is a pressure in her bowels. However, unlike before, the feeling doesn’t warn her in time. She leaves the game of tag and rushes over to the house. Halfway there, she feels poop begin to enter her diaper. Laura quickly ducks behind a nearby bush. She squats and pushes, trying to get it over with.
When Laura finishes, she stands. Her diaper sags visibly under her short dress, and it reeks. Having both wet and messed herself at the party, she’s completely over it. It’s time to go.