“Tina, I need the bathroom,” Leah says urgently.
“Can’t you hold it?”
“No!”
“All right, to the bathroom we go.” Tina pushes the cart through the store, making a beeline for the bathrooms. They get to the bathroom, where Tina removes Leah from the cart, brings her into a stall, rips off Leah’s diaper, and sits her on the toilet. The timing is perfect. The moment Leah’s butt touches the seat, her bowels and bladder empty. Leah lets out a sigh of relief, glad to have avoided using a diaper twice in one day.
“Are you done?” Tina asks. Leah turns red, suddenly realizing that her stepmom is holding her on top of the toilet like a toddler still being potty trained. She nods. “Good.” Before Leah can protest, Tina wipes her down and tapes the diaper back on. “Whew, that was close.”
“Too close,” Leah mumbles. Tina puts her back in the seat of the cart.
“Way too close,” Tina agrees. “I guess it’s a good thing you didn’t have any bottoms over that diaper, huh?” Leah blushes again. “Well, back to shopping!”