Jenny shivers, painfully aware of her lack of clothing. As she thinks over her options, she feels a liquid trickling down her legs. She looks down and gapes. She’s wetting herself!
Making a decision can wait until after she’s dressed. Jenny toddles over to a nearby mother playing with her toddler son.
“Me naked,” Jenny announces to the woman. The woman looks up at her. She sees the trail of urine Jenny left behind on the ground. “Cwoves?”
“You want some clothes?” the woman asks. Jenny nods. “I think that your parents have your clothes somewhere, sweetie, but I can give you a diaper. Do you want a diapy?” Jenny nods reluctantly. She doesn’t want a diaper, but apparently she can’t control her bladder. And a diaper would be better than no clothes.
The woman gently lays Jenny on a changing mat, wipes her down, and then tapes a diaper on.
“It’s a bit big,” the woman says apologetically. “I guess Jeffrey is older than you. But it’s better than nothing. Go find your parents, little girl, okay?” The woman turns away. Jenny toddles off. The diaper is more than just a bit big; it barely stays on her hips. But like the woman said, it’s better than nothing.
She has protection on, but she’s still cold. Jenny looks around for where she might get some clothes, weighing her options silently.