“Uh…” Leah stammers. The daycare worker smiles at her.
“Hello, Leah,” she says. Leah grimaces. She’s met this worker before, of course she was recognized. “That’s quite the accident. I’m sorry that I had to take the bathroom to help Candy out. I appreciate you allowing Candy to use the bathroom, even though it meant you had an accident. She’s just beginning potty training, so we can’t really afford any setbacks.”
“N-no problem,” Leah stammers, seizing the opportunity to come off as taking one for the team. “Um, do you have any clothes I could change into?”
“I can check. But before I do that, I need to get you in a diaper.”
“What? I’m a teenager!” Leah protests. The worker smiles apologetically.
“Yes, but the rule is that anyone who has an accident is in a diaper. Even guests and employees. We can’t allow for exceptions, since we take care of children who don’t understand why exceptions exist.” The daycare worker picks Leah up and brings her over to a changing station. “Good thing you’re the perfect size.” Leah blushes profusely as the daycare worker removes her wet clothes, wipes her down, and diapers her.
To Leah’s displeasure, the diaper is even thicker than the one Leah was forced to wet earlier that day. It feels less like a toddler diaper and more like one for a baby.
“Okay, I’ll go look for some clothes for you,” the daycare worker says, setting Leah on the ground. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”