Jenny tries to pull herself onto the counter, instead she slips and falls to her rump. The impact barely hurts, but she bursts into tears anyway. Jennifer returns and picks her up.
"Now what's got you all upset? Did you use your diapy?"
Jenny squirms as fingers check the status of her diaper.
"Only a little wet. You'll be fine."
Jenny abruptly stops crying. Wet? Oh she feels it now. God this can't get any worse can it? Jenny realizes she's about to find out as she's carried from the house to her car. The lack of a carseat doesn't give Jennifer much pause as she drives to a nearby store.
Jenny is forced to sit buckled in the cart while Jennifer takes her time picking out horrible new things; jars of baby food, diapers, baby gates, a crib, a stroller, and so on. The worst is the clothes! The sturdy jeans or stain resistant dresses of a 7 year old are positively adult compared to the diaper covers and onesies that are being selected for her. As if just to remind her that this stuff is right for it now, Jenny suddenly feels her bowels empty into her diaper
Jennifer pats her on the head, "It's ok I'll change you in just a minute."
It wheels the cart up to the checkout and then brings her back to the car. It opens the truck and lays out a changing pad. Jenny squirms in embarrassment as she's publicly stripped and cleaned. The tramautized Jenny is soon fastened into the freshly installed carseat while the rest of the stuff is loaded.
Jennifer makes the return trip and after assembling a playpen, lowers Jenny inside. Jenny sits there in the living room while she hears the sounds of her house being remodeled for the second time this week. She sucks forlornly on her pacifier wondering if there's any hope of regaining control over this mess.