Laura swallows nervously as she realizes the outfit is much too small for her. The only way she’s fitting in it is if she’s at least three, probably two. She’d grab another outfit, but she doesn’t have the time. Laura closes her eyes and rolls a single die.
“Six years you have walked this Earth. Now this number is but two. Each roll of the dice returns more of what you have lost.” Laura shrinks out of the preschooler clothes. With clumsy hands, she tapes on the diaper, pulls up the diaper cover, and puts on the romper. She stuffs the preschooler outfit into the diaper bag.
Footsteps sound. Laura takes a seat on the ground and looks over at the approaching chaperone. The chaperone frowns thoughtfully at her. He walks over to her.
“Are you-” he starts. Abruptly and without warning, Laura’s bowels empty into her diaper. The chaperone wrinkles his nose at the smell. “Never mind.” He walks away. Laura sighs with relief. She didn’t intend on messing herself, but it helped the chaperone believe she wasn’t the preschooler he was looking for, so she’s not as upset at it as she might otherwise be.
Laura gets to her feet slightly unsteadily due to the weight in her diaper. The sensation of her soiled diaper, as well as the smell, is incredibly unpleasant, but she’s a bit worried about running out of time to get to the train station.