Suddenly, Laura feels pressure building in her bladder. She squirms uncomfortably, painfully aware of how urgently she has to pee. Given her current age, she doesn’t have much control. She needs to find a bathroom right away or risk using her training pants.
Laura bolts out of the room and looks around for a sign indicating where the bathrooms are, crossing her legs as tightly as she can. She spots a sign and rushes over, only to see a notice on the door that the bathrooms are out of order.
“Sweetie, do you need to potty?” a voice asks. Laura spins around. The children’s librarian smiles kindly at her. Just then, Laura’s hold on her bladder breaks. With a soft hiss, Laura wets her training pants. Her head bows in defeat.
“Not anymore,” she mumbles sadly.
“Oh, it’s okay. Come with me, I’ll get you all cleaned up.” Laura obediently follows the librarian, who grabs a fresh pair of training pants for Laura and brings her into a single stall bathroom for employees. The librarian helps Laura undress, then waits for her to take off her soaked training pants. Laura grimaces as the librarian helpfully wipes her down, pulls up a new pair of training pants, and redresses her.
“Thank you,” Laura mumbles.
“It’s no problem, honey. Come on, it’s time for snacks and stories!” The librarian takes Laura’s hand and leads her into the children’s section, where a grownup is reading a book to a group of toddlers. Laura doesn’t want to stay, but she doesn’t have a choice. She takes a seat on the carpet, accepts the crackers and juice box from the librarian, and pretends to pay attention to the story.
After the story ends, all the toddlers get up. Laura looks around. No one’s paying attention to her. Finally, she can escape.