Jess doesn’t think she can change her own diaper, and doesn’t want to ask someone else to change it for her. Luckily, she doesn’t need to go home. She can take off the suit and change into her adult clothes. Jess quickly toddles over to where she left her clothes, the load in her diaper slowing her down. Her jaw drops. The clothes aren’t there anymore. Someone must have taken them.
With her available options narrowed down further, Jess tries to think about what to do next. Before she can make a decision, someone picks her up and squeezes her diaper.
“Oh, now I know where that noise during the ceremony came from,” teases the person holding her. Jess takes a moment to recognize her as Liza, the sister of Jack’s new wife. Luckily, Liza didn’t meet her before today, so she doesn’t know how old Jess is supposed to be. “Were you wandering around looking for someone to change you?”
“Yes,” Jess mumbles. Liza tickles her.
“You’re in luck, because you’ve just found someone! Me! Come on, flower girl, you can’t go to the reception all stinky!” Liza coos. She carries Jess into a bathroom and sets her down on a changing table. Jess blushes profusely as Liza removes her diaper, wipes her down, and tapes a new one on. “Now, let’s go find your mommy!”
Liza carries Jess out of the church and to the reception, being held in a building across the street. Once inside, Liza locates mom and makes a beeline for her.
“I found the flower girl. She was very messy, but I took care of that,” Liza says, handing Jess to mom.
“Oh, thank you. I was wondering where she’d wandered off to,” mom says.
“I only had baby diapers on me, so her new one is a bit thicker and smaller. It might impede her movement a bit, sorry.”
“No need to apologize. I’m grateful you changed her. And maybe if she can’t move around as much, she won’t wander off again.”
“That’s a good point. Bye, Jess! Good work during the ceremony!” Liza coos. She walks away. Mom looks down at Jess, frowning.
“I see you decided to come to the reception like this,” she says coldly.
“I didn’t have a choice. She carried me off,” Jess protests.
“Well, I can’t supervise you the whole time, I have a job to do as the mother of the groom. You’ll have to spend the reception with someone else.” As mom weaves her way through the crowd of people, Jess wonders who she’ll be given to.