They’ve only been driving for ten minutes when Leah suddenly realizes that she didn’t go to the bathroom before she left. That poor decision is coming back to haunt her in the form of a screaming bladder. She crosses her legs as the pressure builds. An employee notices her squirming and walks over.
“Is something wrong, Leah?”
“Gotta pee,” Leah says desperately. The employee smiles.
“Wow, you know when you need to pee? What a big girl! I’m sorry, but we won’t stop until we get to camp. Don’t worry, I won’t tell your mommy you used your diapy.” The employee winks and walks away.
Leah stares after the employee, devastated. Her original plan was to pose as a rare very young child who was mostly, if not fully, potty trained. Sure, she was wearing a diaper, but that was required for all Bunnywood campers. She wasn’t planning on actually using it.
Twenty minutes into the drive, Leah can’t hold it in any longer. Her bladder lets loose, flooding her diaper with pee. Leah chokes back a sob at wetting herself for the first time in over a decade. Going off what she learned helping Tina at the daycare, she can tell she’ll need a change. Even the super absorbent diaper brand she brought along isn’t meant to withstand more than one accident of this magnitude.
Miserable and humiliated, Leah resigns herself to sitting in a wet, clammy diaper for the remainder of the hour-long drive.