“What’s a baby doing walking around without a grownup?” a voice taunted. Kelly turned around. A few elementary school kids were watching her walk down the street.
“I’m not a baby,” she said, putting her hands on her hips.
“No, you are. I bet you’re in diapers,” one kid said.
“What? No!”
“I bet you are!” The kids rushed over. Before Kelly could do anything, the kids had pulled back the waistband of her shorts and underwear. “Wait, not even pull-ups?”
“I told you, I’m not a baby!” Kelly shouted, shoving the kids away. The kids turned to each other.
“I think she took off her diaper. There’s no way someone as little as her doesn’t need one,” said the kid who had started everything. His friends nodded in agreement. “We should find some diapers, so that we can take care of that. Her mom would probably thank us. I mean, cleaning up poop out of clothes wouldn’t be fun.”
“Poop? I don’t poop myself!” Kelly said. She stomped her foot in frustration. “Whatever. Screw you.” She turned away and began to walk again, only to be grabbed by the kids.
“You’re staying right here until we find your mom, baby,” the ringleader taunted. He shoved her to the ground. Kelly had been holding her bladder in check, as she drank and enormous coffee that morning and desperately needed to go. The sudden movement was enough to break her hold. A large wet spot appeared on the front of her jeans. She began to cry.
“Ew, she peed herself!”
“Go get some stuff for her,” the ringleader instructed one of the kids, who nodded and ran off. The ringleader and other kid stood guard over Kelly, who continued to sob, as they waited for the return of the friend.
After five minutes, the kid finally came back with…