Kelly didn’t want to do this, but she had no choice. She squatted. Megan’s mouth dropped open in shock as she watched Kelly’s diaper turn yellow.
“Whoa, I was just joking! I was going to let you out!” Megan said. Kelly glared at her.
“How was I supposed to know that?” she demanded. “Now, let me out so that I can put my actual clothes back on.”
“You can put your clothes on,” Megan conceded, lifting Kelly out of the playpen. “But the diaper stays.”
“What?!”
“You couldn’t hold it long enough for me to tell you it was a joke. Maybe shrinking messed up your bladder or something, I don’t know. But you need to wear some form of protection.”
“No diapers,” Kelly said firmly. Megan sighed. She rifled through the diaper bag again, tossing a package of baby wipes at Kelly.
“Here, clean yourself off, maybe there are some pull-ups in here or something. I think Sara’s starting her potty training.”
Kelly removed the diaper and wiped herself down, then put her old clothes, minus her pants and panties, back on. She didn’t agree with Megan’s assessment that she needed protection, but she also knew that Megan would be able to overpower her and put her into a diaper again.
“All right. There’s one pair of pull-ups in here,” Megan said, pulling them out and setting them on the floor. “They might be a bit big, though.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” Kelly pulled the training pants on. Megan was right. The pull-ups slipped off Kelly and down to her ankles. “Yes. They’re big.”
“So I guess you could wear something too big for you, or something that actually fits you,” Megan said. “Which one?”