As Jacob considers her options, she feels a small trickle of pee enter her diaper. She won’t be able to avoid getting her diaper changed or checked by an employee. It’s best if she puts down her gender as “girl”, so she does. She’s worried Seth might not find her if she uses a different name, however, so she puts down her real name. If it attracts attention, it attracts attention.
Satisfied, Jacob ducks into the hall, deciding to wait until the daycare workers and attendees return. She plans on seamlessly joining the crowd. This is ruined, however, when her bowels rumble. Her knees bend into an instinctive squat. Just as the daycare group turns a corner, coming into view, Jacob lets out a loud fart. A thick log begins to enter her diaper.
“He poopy!” a daycare attendee shouts, pointing at Jacob.
“Yes, he is,” a daycare worker says. The daycare worker comes over to Jacob. “Little boy, why are you making boom-boom in the hall?”
“Twied to go bafwoom,” Jacob lies. The daycare worker nods.
“Fair enough. But ask a grown-up before running off on your own next time, okay?”
“Okay.” Jacob finishes her bowel movement with another loud fart. She straightens, her diaper sagging visibly under her. “No widdle boy. Me girl.”
“You’re a girl?”
“Yes. Wike boy cwoves.”
“You’re not the first tomboy we’ve had,” the daycare worker says. He takes Jacob’s hand and leads her into the daycare. “What’s your name, sweetie?”
“Jacob.”
“Wow. You’re not the first tomboy, but you might be the first tomboy with a boy name,” the daycare worker says. He brings Jacob over to a changing table.
During the diaper change…