“Uh, I’ve really got to go,” Kelly said quietly.
“Just go on your own,” Jen said.
“I can’t really undress and undiaper myself right now. My hands are too tiny to be coordinated enough for it,” Kelly whined, squirming.
“You can’t hold it?” Denise asked.
“My bladder shrunk, but everything I drank before didn’t shrink with me.”
“Come on, it’ll just be a few more minutes,” Jen said.
“I really need to-” Kelly started. A sudden warmth flooded her diaper. She let out a gasp. “…Scratch that. I really needed to go.”
“Did you wet yourself?” Denise asked, aghast. Kelly scowled.
“Only because you wouldn’t take me to the bathroom!”
“Did I hear that someone used their diapy?” Kendra asked, entering the room. Kelly jumped to her feet and pointed at her friends.
“They no take me bafwoom!” she whined. Kendra gasped. She put her hands on her hips.
“Is that true?”
“Yes,” Jen and Denise said together. Kendra shook her head.
“I’m honestly ashamed of you girls. At her age, it’s a miracle she’s even started potty training, and you’re ruining all that hard work by not taking her to the bathroom.”
“We didn’t mean-” Denise started. Kendra held up a hand.
“No. I don’t care. You know what? As punishment, one of you gets to change her. The other one gets to clean out the training potty.”
“Training potty?” Jen asked.
“I found the one Denise used when I was training her and brought it out. Before bed, Megan will need to potty, and whoever doesn’t change her now has to clean that up,” Kendra explained. “I’ll go get the changing equipment. Right now, you decide who changes her.” After Kendra left, Denise and Jen looked at each other.
“Rock paper scissors?” Denise asked. Jen nodded.